Alban Knox, he has always lived in the back alleys always hiding, struggling to survive. Alban Knox, is a very rare individuals, for he is a cat hybrid, and cat hybrids are the most hunted down, and once they are found, they are never released again.

It was about midnight as the small cat boy crawled into a small hole into an abandoned building, he hid here most of the time, stealing things at random to which his little home was actually quiet cozy on the inside. Alban usual got things at the night to better avoid this one cop who won't leave him alone, yet he has yet to be caught.

Alban looked out this small hole he liked to call his 'window/looking hole' He noticed that tonight seemed to be a busy night, hearing the sound of his stomach growling making him realize his hardly had a decent meal in weeks, he choice to risk, sure it was a busy night, but he was starving.

Slipping back out onto the stress, there seemed to be some sort of festival going on, turns out, with all these people around, lose food everywhere, he might be eating like a king tonight~!

Alban pulled his hood up, and tucked his tail around his waste to hide it from the sight of the people, he noticed some people at a table getting up, tho there plates still had food on them, he walked up to the family. "Here let me get those for you." He spoke with a kind smile and a small head tilt. The people at the table smiled, "Thank you." a women spoke as she handed her plates plus her children's plates to Alban to throw away. Alban gave a small head nod as he walked off, two plates almost empty, as the three children plates pretty much full. 

"How can one waste so much food?!" Alban mumbled to himself, he had planed to go to other tables till he hit jackpot on the first try, he started to walk back over to his so called home, till a cop approached him. "Hey little boy, where are your parents? You shouldn't be out here alone." Alban didn't dare turn around, this was that one cop, if he saw his face, he was toast!

"Oh, umm....I'm just heading home, don't worry about me sir." Alban started to walk faster till his shoulder was grabbed. "Hey, kid." The sudden force on his shoulder caused him to slightly fall backwards, the motion making him drop all the food he had gathered. 'Shit, my food.' Alban thought to himself. Suddenly realize there is now nothing keeping him from running, he turned around quickly, keeping his head down he kicked the cop in the stomach causing him to bend over in pain from the bottom of the heels Alan was wearing at the time. "HEY!" The cop called out.

Alban ran for the back alleyways, the cop soon following behind, losing the boy instantly. Alban had crawled into his home, panting heavily from the run, suddenly feeling dizzy from his lack of food, he found an old apple on his counter-top, he picked it up hesitantly, he hears his stomach growl again, he eats the apple anyways, immediately regretting this decision, he throws up.

Pain causing him to clinch his stomach as he was bent over, he couldn't help but cry as he felt he has nothing left to live for, his not wanted by anyone, not loved by anyone, so who would care if he just . . . . . died.

Alban curled on the floor into a small ball, just crying for hours, he had nothing to eat, nobody to love him, or for him to love back, it was over his life was over.

But
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Why tho?
Why most it be? 
It doesn't have to be.
He just needs to leave this place, and find somewhere better.

Alban got up off the floor, whipping his tears off his face as his wobbly legs plant there stand on the concert floor beneath them. He walked over to his dresser drawers, and grabbed a bag and just started shoving this in it quickly and frantically, he still struggled to keep his composer, but he did pretty good, staying strong, he picked the full bag up, and shoved it out his small opening he calls a door, soon following after it, he picks the bag up and pulls it onto his back.

He walks off through the night to find another close by city not far, keeping his hood on so no-one notices his cat ears peering on top of his head. Alban finds himself starting to fall asleep while walking, he has no money for a hotel room, so he finds an alleyway to sleep in, may not be the safes place to sleep, but better then the middle of the road.

Giving himself a small place to curl up into a blanket he soon falls asleep.

Alban is woken up harshly, bright lights shining on his face, was it the sun? No, it was way brighter. Alban's dazed mind was struggling to figure out whats happening, soon realizing he can't more, restrains, his been taken, kidnapped, but by who?   

Alban started to scream to try and get someones, anyone's attention, his mouth, it won't open, his face feels tight, a muzzled, his been muzzled. 

Panic hits Alban hard, he can't see, he can't move, he can't speak nor can he scream, whats about to happen to him?!