RISE OF AN ORIGINAL

PURSUIT AND PLOYS

The dimly lit bar was thrown into chaos as Adrian stood his ground. His hybrid instincts urged him to fight, but caution held him back.

The lead hunter advanced with unwavering determination. “I have been waiting for this moment for years,” he said with a sinister grin.

Adrian's voice was laced with tension. “I never thought I would see your face again, Rylan."

With a swift motion, Adrian lunged at Rylan. He aimed a powerful kick that sent Rylan sprawling backward and crashed into a table.

However, as he turned to face the remaining hunters, he felt a stinging sensation on his arm and glanced down. “What the hell?” he mumbled as he saw a silver dart inserted into his flesh. It appeared to be some kind of hybrid venom, though Adrian had no idea what that meant. The hunters had a trick up their sleeves.

The effects were almost instantaneous. His limbs grew heavy, and his vision began to get blurry. He knew he had to retreat. With one final burst of strength, he smashed through a nearby window, shattering glass in all directions, before landing gracefully on the ground.

Despite his weakened state, Adrian knew he couldn't stay in the open. The hunters would be persistent in their pursuit, and he needed to seek refuge and come up with a plan. He went into the cover of the nearby woods, his hybrid senses helping him navigate through the darkness.

The hunters, determined and well-trained, followed him into the woods. They tracked his movements, relying on their knowledge of his weakness.

Adrian, now hidden behind a tree, could hear the hunters' footsteps and their taunts. They were playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and he was determined not to be the mouse.

He struggled to continue running into the woods, and he couldn't help but think about the deadly situation he was in. The hunters were right behind him, and the venom coursed through his veins. Still, he was determined not to be caught; he would have to fight his way out and find someone who could stop the venom from spreading through his body.

Hours turned into a relentless chase, and Adrian's hybrid endurance pitted against the hunters' determination. He managed to elude them several times, but the hunters won’t give up.

He eventually found himself at the edge of a rocky cliff overlooking a rushing river and was surrounded by the hunters, Rylan, who pointed his gun at him. “Do you think you will get away from me alive this time around? If my bullet missesyou, the venom inside you won’t miss."

He realised that he had no choice but to make a daring move. He struggled to smile. “You better hope they both don’t miss because I will come back seeking your head."

He leapt from the cliff's edge into the churning water below with one final desperate leap. The river swallowed him up, carrying him away from his pursuers, at least for now.

Rylan and his fellow hunters,

frustrated but not defeated, watched from above as Adrian disappeared into the water’s depths. Rylan said he would have to regroup his men and come up with a new strategy to capture the hybrid.

Despite the venom still coursing through his veins as he was swept downstream by the powerful current, he was determined to regain control of his body and swim out of the water.

He swam to the surface of the water and made it to the riverbed, gasping for air. His body ached, and his vision blurred.

He noticed someone was approaching. He strained to identify the figure heading towards him; all he could see was that the strange creature was wearing a black cloak and had long, dark hair.

Despite the venom still coursing through his veins, Adrian felt the persistent pull of the powerful current sweeping him downstream. Determination rushed within him as he fought to regain control of his body and break free from the water's grasp.

With every ounce of strength he had Adrian propelled himself towards the water's surface, gasping for air as he finally reached the riverbed. His body throbbed from weakness, the venom's persistent grasp worsening the pain.

His eyes strained to distinguish the approaching figure as he battled to gather his breath. He saw a silhouette covered in a dark cloak and a quick glimpse of long, dark hair that hinted at the presence of a young lady through his blurred vision.

She squatted next to him and stared into his eyes, her concern visible in her stare. "You're in bad shape, Hybrid; you're lucky I arrived early," she muttered, her voice kind yet full of silent strength.

He attempted to speak, but his voice was weak and harsh. "Who are you?" he managed to mumble.

The enigmatic lady smiled faintly, her face masked by her cloak's hood. "That isn't relevant right now. What matters is that you need to heal."

Adrian's hybrid senses were still jumbled, and he couldn't make sense of the scenario. "Why... help me?"

"Let's just say," she began, tenderly brushing her fingertips over his forehead, "I have my reasons, and you will get to know them later."

He felt a warm, comforting sensation rush over him as she placed her hand over the wound on his arm. He could feel his strength slowly returning as the pain began to fade.

He watched her at work, her fingers moving with ease. "What did they inject me with?" Adrian inquired, still hazy from the venom’s effects.

The witch didn't respond right away, but he could sense her concern in her eyes. "It was a venom concoction, designed to weaken and incapacitate you."

He couldn't help but feel vulnerable as he lay there, powerless to defend himself. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice becoming more steady.

She drew her hand away from him once she finished treating him and let his wounded arm heal completely. "You should take a break. You'll need all of your strength."

The strange witch rose to her feet before Adrian could protest or ask further questions. Her cloak billowed around her as she turned to depart.

"Wait," Adrian said, still not knowing who this woman was. "I need to know your name."

She came to a halt, half-turning towards him, her face still covered in the shadows. "Names have great power, Adrian. Maybe when we meet again, I'll share mine with you. But for the time being, rest."

She then vanished into the woods, leaving him alone by the riverside. He couldn't help but think about her, the mysterious witch helper who had come to his aid, and the potential role she might play in the perilous path that lay ahead.