𝒮𝑒𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔

15- Heather

"What..?" Clay rasped out. The voice scoffed and stepped out from behind the bush. It looked nothing like it did in his dream.

His eyes where a pure white, and he looked almost, ghostly.

His hair was long and looked like it hadn't been washed in years. His hair was still whiteish tan.

"What happened to yo-"

"Us. What happened to us. You'll see dumbass."

Clay really didn't like how they called him dumbass a lot.

"Why do you keep calling me a dumbass?" He finally asked.

"Because I've had every day for the past 200 years to think through what I did, and call myself a ignorant, helpless dumbass."

"200 years..?"

"FUCK!" The man yelled and covered his mouth with his hand. He sheathed the familiar dagger that Clay was so very used to and shoved it against Clay's neck.

"Oh how bad I want to kill you right now but if I do that, then you won't be able to experience my PAIN!"

The blade swiftly moved down from Clay's neck to his leg.

"Remember these words Clay. It was never meant to be."

The blade sliced into Clay's leg, causing him to let out a eery screech.

The man just let out a chuckle and grabbed something out of his pocket, throwing it at Clay before disappearing into the forest.

The item fell to the floor in silence. It was a blue bracelet.

Another ruffle came from the same bush and a girl emitted from the green.

The girl looked like a female version of George. Her hair was straight and long, and her eyes confident and caring.

The girl confidently shifted over to Clay and knelt in front of him, pushing a hand to his wound.

"Don't mind him. Never been right until he got his memory back."

What?!

"Memory back?"

"Oh yea! Well shoot. Uhm.. how do I put this?" The girl thought out loud, "Basically, you..loose your soul."

This thought made Clay feel like he was about to pass out.

The girl looked up at him with a string of comfort in her brown and blue eyes.

"I-I loose my soul?!"

"Yep. Kinda sad actually."

The girl reached into her faded grey cloak and retreated her hand, holding a roll of bandages. She immediately got to work, bandaging the helpless boy's leg.

Clay let out a grunt of discomfort when the hand shifted down his leg. The girl gently picked up the bracelet and laid it in Clay's hand.

"Take good care of that." She whispered softly. Clay modded and squeezed the yarn and beads in his hand.

The girl stood onto her feet and slightly parted her mouth, looking up at him.

"Tell me your name." Clay insisted.

"Heather Davidson."

Davidson

Heather smiled at Clay before slowly walking back into the forest. She took one last glance at Clay before reentering the bush and disappearing.

Davidson

The name was similar to Clay, like he heard it before. Like somehow it had a part in his life. The name was on the tip of his tongue, like he said it a thousand times before. The first words that escaped his mouth when he thought of Davidson shocked him.

George Davidson

Almost like a bullet to his brain, a million memories flooded into his brain. Unlike recent remembered memories, a certain person's name wasn't blurred.

"Come on George hurry up!"

"I'M HURRYING CLAY!"

{-}

"Clay!"

"George!"

"You two are so dramatic!" Drista scoffed, "It was only the weekend GOD!"

Happy and sad memories flooded into his head, leaving him breathless and shocked.

A voice in his head called out for his reach, his love. The voice sounded similar to that of his lover's.

He found himself in his head calling out for the voice as well, only to be met with silence.

He found himself subconsciously actually reaching his hand out, thinking he'll meet George's, but was met by the cold afternoon wind.

He had to find George. He just had to.

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Clay found himself trotting through the forest, searching for something, anything.

His feet banged against the ground with each fierce step he took. He knew what he longed for, but didn't know how to find it.

He walked straight forward, determined to find whatever he truly longed for, which was George's safety.

He found himself shifting from human to wolf for more speed and raced forward, determined for his death.

His brain was foggy and unfocused. Everything in his body was pumping him to move forward.

He found his wounded leg growing tired and stiff. He kept trotting through the wood, ignoring the engulfing pain.

He saw faint light and picked up speed. As soon as he saw where the light came from, he paused, taking a deep breath.

The light cane from a window. The window belonged to a hogan like house. The door was cracked open slightly. A familiar sent radiated from the hogan.

George

Without even thinking, he pushed open the door with his snout and entered the hogan.

"Well hello Clay! I thought you'd find m-" a voice- Wilbur- said, but Immediately stopped when he saw the wolf.

"Oh, sorry little guy, I thought you where someone."

He glanced down at the limp leg and smiled softly. He knelt down in front of Clay and rested a hand on his marrow.

"You look hurt little guy, how about you stay with me, mmk?"

Clay nodded nervously and followed Wilbur to a trapdoor. Wilbur snapped the trapdoor open and walked down a staircase to a door.

"This is out prisoner, I want you to meet him." He smiled wickedly. He shoved the door open and allowed Clay to walk in, then immediately closed it behind him.

He walked deeper into the cell like room. He looked down for a second and looked back up.

He was met by a blue eye and brown eye.

George

Hello guys

Just wanna state that I am completely fine with fanart f anyone is looking to do fanart

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My only request is that you do NOT make George look feminine

I am COMPLETELY fine with fem. boys but in this story George is just a normal boy who is just attracted to boys

Have a good day/night <3