Fortnite: Island

Chapter 3: Their Story

"WAIT! Spare him!" Lynx shouted.
"Why should I?" Raz smiled maniacally; he was a flytrap, ready to snap. Drift could feel himself begin to black out.
"Because..." Drift noticed that Lynx was looking at something behind the men, "Because we have a tent. Is the smoke from your campfire? If you let him live then you can stay with us."
Raz laughed. It was an evil laugh, full of hatred and judgement. Drift's vision was clouding and he knew that he didn't have long left. As well as that, everyone's voices sounded distant.
Raz sneered, "Why would we share when we could kill you and take it for ourselves?!"
"WE'LL SHARE, OK?!"
It was Matt, Mothy, whatever, with his moth helmet and black and green militia clothing flecked with fresh blood. He was still crying, but, for some reason, he had pulled himself back together to save him. Was he insane? Drift was the one who had shot him in the first place.
Raz shook his head, "Matt..."
"Don't." was all he said.
Raz finally let go of Drift's throat and he let out a deep, hearty sigh. Then, he succumbed to his exhaustion and fell into the safe, silent hands of unconsciousness.

***

When Drift eventually woke up, he found that he was in a camo-patterned sleeping bag in the tent. It was probably midday by now. He decided that it was a good time to-
"JESUS!" Drift shouted.
Mothy/Matt was sat in the corner of the tent, reading the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets book which Drift and Lynx had found on their first day on the island.
"The Chamber of Secrets is the best Harry Potter book, you're so lucky to have found a copy. Oh, and good morning!" he waved.
Drift "Hey- umm... what should I call you? I heard that lovely personality Raz call you Matt, and then Mothy."
"He is lovely, isn't he~? I don't mind what you call me; I also go by Mothmando if that's what you want to call me." Mothy explained.
"I'll stick with Mothy."
"Aight."
Mothy put the book in a vibrant orange backpack that must have been his. He suddenly perked his head up and clapped his hands over where his mouth would be.
"I'm sorry! I should've asked if I could have it first." Mothy apologised.
"You saved my life and I shot you - that book is nowhere near what I owe you." Drift admitted.
"Oh no! You don't have to repay me. Just relax and eat some berries that may or may not be poisonous."
Drift looked sceptically at the pile of purple berries, "What do you mean?"
"Well, I ate a couple and now I feel a bit bloated. But I'm fiiiiine it'll be fiiiiine."
Drift smiled as he realised that Mothy and him were already great friends. And that was when remembered his other friend existed. Lynx and Raz were nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Lynx?" Drift asked. He didn't ask about Raz. Raz could've been in hell and Drift couldn't've cared more.
"Oh, her and Raz went to go hunt some boars. I found a chest that contained some buns and a disposable grill, so Raz is going to make us burgers!" Mothy cheered.
Mothy looked happy and content with the lackluster situation they found themselves in. He was a perfect ray of sunshine. Drift studied him further. The way he appeared to be daydreaming, and how he always wore a full mask which hid his emotions, he really was like nobody Drift had ever met before.
"So, what's your relationship with Raz? Besties? Brothers? Do you love him?" Drift asked.
"Who wouldn't love him~?" Mothy swooned, "I'm lucky to have him; he's amazing."
"He doesn't seem amazing." Drift wrinkled his nose.
"Well, you did shoot me. He cares about me a lot. But it's fine! Lynx used that Med Mist and fixed me right up." Mothy giggled like a child.
"You just need to rest?"
"Actually, no. But I was excited to read this book you found!"
Well, that explained things. How Drift got to the tent. Raz. Mothy. Where Lynx was. Generally, Mothy had explained things pretty well. And Drift had to admit he was looking forward to burgers.
Mothy removed his helmet for the first time since Drift had met him. He could see why Raz liked him; Mothy was young and full of life. His tanned skin was smooth and his dark brown hair was wavy along the top of his head. His eyes were exactly like Brite's were - an adorable chestnut brown. And his smile was unsure and yet also trusting.
He then popped another of the berries into his mouth. Mothy's chubby stomach audibly gurgled and he clutched it tight.
"I really should stop eating those. Oh~..."
"Imma head outside. Do you mind?" Drift asked.
"I- um, ok. Don't get into any fights, those two took most of the guns."
Drift looked at their inventory and saw that he was right. All that was left was a shotgun that mildly resembled the Heavy, but it was slightly larger.
"I'll be careful." Drift promised.
"Please do. I'll just be reading." Mothy waved goodbye.
As Drift left, be heard Mothy groan again. He really had to stop eating those berries. Maybe a fish to share between the two of them would suffice. But then Drift remembered the burgers and decided that he and Mothy could wait for food.
"Drift?"
Lynx had returned. Raz stood beside him, holding a bloody bag full of pork. Suddenly, the burgers didn't seem so appetising. Lynx and Raz made their way over to Drift and Mothy emerged from the tent to meet them.
"One bag of pork." Lynx did jazz hands to Raz, who smiled.
"Yay! Thanks, you two." Mothy clapped.
Mothy ran back into the tent, presumably to get the grill. Lynx followed him, but before going into the tent she looked back.
"Will you two be fine by yourselves for a minute?"
Raz spoke first, "Yeah. Actually, I wanted to talk to Drift."
"Cool."
And then Lynx disappeared through the tent door. Drift wished that she could've stayed; whatever Raz had to say would certainly be accompanied by a bullet or two to the throat. Drift found himself feeling very weak.
"Lynx told me about your girlfriend." Raz sighed, "I can see why you're so on edge. I have my own things to be on edge about, you know."
Drift looked from Raz to the tent and made to leave, feeling embarrassed about shooting Mothy, who was such a nice person. But Raz grabbed Drift's arm and stopped him. His grip was that of a vice's.
"Wait. Don't go."
"I'm sorry I suck. I should've been more careful, but Mothy said that it's fine so I believe we've said all that's needed to be said." Drift cried.
Raz replied, panicked, "No! You don't understand him. You don't understand me."
"Go on, then."
Raz cried, "He needs me. He isn't capable of surviving on his own! And I desperately want to keep my memories of him, and for him to keep his memories of me, or there won't be anything to live for at all. You loved Brite. And, no offence or anything, but you're an absolute wreck! Imagine Mothy if I looped." Drift could imagine it, and the pained screams of the ray of sunshine as he willowed in a pit of rain, "Your face says all I need to know. You understand."
"I do."
"Ok."
"I couldn't bare to see him like that."
"Ok."
And then Raz smiled. Drift saw him wipe away a tear, "I don't want you to hate me, but I know you do. And if you want to, that's fine."
"I don't." Drift said. His words were honest, "Not any more."
And then, out of the blue, Raz hugged Drift. Raz's shirtless body felt smooth when Drift hugged him back. That was when Drift finally decided to take in Raz as he had done Mothy. Raz's messy, black hair was completely out of control, whilst the tattoos painted across Raz's chest were orderly and simple. Raz was the first person Drift had seen in a while with any form of beard, even though Raz had just stubble. He had a bulky red belt around his baggy, white trousers. But he didn't wear socks or shoes.
Drift thought of his and Lynx's first night and how impossibly cold they were. He could barely imagine Raz's situation. Drift wouldn't have been surprised if he nearly froze to death. What a sad way to go.
And then he remembered; "Oh yeah! Didn't you and Mothy have sleeping bags?"
"We only have two, so you and Lynx will have to share, sorry." Raz shook his head.
"No, that's fine. Maybe."
They had no time to consider this when the other two returned, and Drift and Raz just smiled like they had been talking about their favourite crisps, or tigers or something. Lynx was carrying all the stuff, and Mothy still wasn't wearing his mask. He ran over to Raz for a kiss.
"Come on, let's make some burgers!" Mothy cheered.
"Heh, ok. Come on, Matt." Raz ruffled Mothy's wavy hair.
And then the pair began to set up the barbeque. That left Lynx and Drift, stood there together once again. He smiled when he saw her cat-like green eyes.
"How've you been, then?" Lynx asked.
"Fine, you?" Drift responded.
"Actually pretty good. Those boars are great for target practice." Lynx smiled, and then frowned, "Sorry we took all the guns, Raz wanted to test them."
"That's fine."
"Speaking of Raz, are you two friends now?"
Drift found himself looking at Raz once again. He was trying to start a fire, but Mothy was clinging to him and wouldn't let go.
"I think so. Come on, let's sit down."

To be continued...