Collar-Tag

A/N: Enjoy.

Summary: We all went to school, and know our mascots by heart. I was a cherub, then a Mustang, then a Titan. We each cheer on our teams, (Or sneer in distain of them) and we all have school rivalries. But, what if the world were ruled by said mascots? Those of The Saints would be blessed with healing. Those of the Rabbits, fleet of foot and athletic. Those of the Dragons- mighty, powerful, dangerous. Each with their own bloodlines and abilities. This story, a race to find the White Cards, the very Blank Children. Rumored to be of pure blood, to control one is to control the very future of the known world. And so, the race begins…

 

Prologue

Dust settled upon the rubble strewn campus, what once were the bleachers reduced to scraps of charred and warped metal that stuck out amongst the shattered concrete and tufts of burning grass. A figure, covered in soot and sprays of blood, scrambled its way over a mound of wreckage in desperation to flee from the monsters that stalked from the echoes of flames. Wide eyes stared back, searching the smoky haze, just as the figure tripped and sprawled, crashing to the ground, then sliding to a halt against firm legs. Shifting his gaze to look up in terror, heart hammering against his ribcage at an almost agonizing speed, right into the blazing eyes of the very monsters he sought to escape. The youth let out a desperate sound, scrambling only to fall back on his hands and rear, paralyzed in quaking terror. An arrogant smirk tugged at the lips of the well dressed, pale-faced man who stood, flanked on either side by equally well garbed individuals, as he looked down his nose at the quaking boy.

“Rabbit.”

 He greeted coolly, removing his sunglasses to place them within the pocket of his blue blazer.  Fear shot up the boy’s spine as the word reached his quivering ears, responding in a broken and cracking voice.

“..Y-y… yes…”

Whispering the word as if it were a death sentence upon him, and it felt like it. For before him, stood a Dragon. The Dragons, mighty hunters, second only to the Titans themselves. The crimson and gold collars around their proud throats glinting even through the smoke and flames that dappled amongst the trash-hole that was once the Rabbits running track. The pale man scoffed at the air, kneeling down to beckon the boy forward. He obliged out of sheer terror, moving himself forward and by default closer to the one he feared so. The Dragon smiled in condescending approval, fingers hooking in the light blue and white collar around the boy’s throat only to rip him from the ground and into the air. Standing in one fluid motion to dangle him in almost a choking manner to present to his silent but smirking colleagues,

“And these are my associates. Remember their faces well, for you will report to them from now on. Do you understand? You will report every action, every whisper, movement of anything you hear and then you and your pathetic ground-dwelling friends and family will track every lead until we are delivered what we want. Is that perfectly clear?”

The Rabbit child’s eyes went wide, pupils dilating as his breathing quickened. Not bothering to struggle in the firm grip that held around his throat. Knowing better than to try, for once a Dragon held you, there was no saving grace, nor holding hope. Attempting to nod only resulted in a tightening of his grip and suffocating pain thus he tried to speak, only offering a weakened gasp of submission and agreement.

“Y-yes… sir… Master Dragon… s-sir...”

With a pleased and honeyed smile, the Dragon dropped the childish youth into a coughing and gasping heap upon the floor. His colleagues chuckling quietly as they all turned to depart. Only their leader turning to glance back for a moment with a gentle reminder,

“Remember, your entire future depends on your…”

He paused before continuing in a slightly darker tone,

“Obedience and honesty in this matter- you are a Dragon messenger now.”

Tears welled up within the boy’s eyes, mingling with the ash and soot upon his face only to sting further as he dropped his face to the ground and wept. There was no hope, for whom would save them now? With this held sickly in his heart, his cries muffled by the roar of scalding flames and the collapsing of buildings the Dragons left him there to mourn his losses.

Returning to the black limo they sat in smug silence, a ringtone piercing the air-conditioned space around them. Answering promptly with a quelled, respectful tone,

“It has been done, Sir.”

Silence upon the line, before a static-ridden and cold voice replied,

“… Good.”

 

A/N: {Re-edited] WOOOOO… It’s been a while. I finally updated.

Anyway, please feel free to review, rate, enjoy. Stay tuned! Chapter 2 will arrive shortly (Once I can stop the plot-bunnies from attacking each other)