OffGun October Collection of Drabbles 2022

Hover (Sean/White)

Author's note: last part of Sean/White Ghost hunting story. 

I run through the corridor with the rest of the gang on my heels. I passed numerous doors but didn't stop. White's head was rolling from side to side on my shoulder. Despite being weak, he still managed to lead me through the maze with his soft voice. 

"Almost there," White murmured. I tightened my grip on him, speeding up. 

"Run, Run!" Gram shouted from behind, and I knew the ghost of this house was catching up. It was like a game for the evil being. It could easily show up in front of us, yet it preferred to hunt us instead. As much as I enjoyed our job, this house wasn't for us to explore. I spotted the door at the end of the hallway and run at full speed. White groaned, but I ignored him. We had to get out of here first. I saw Black outrun me, getting to the exit and opening it for us. I didn't have to stop thanks to him, carrying White straight to our motorbikes. I heard Gram's, Yok's and Black's footsteps following us. We were out of breath when we finally stopped running. 

"That was crazy," Yok commented, and I had to agree with him. 

"White?" Black spoke up, touching his brother. White was still on my back, holding me as if his life depended on it. 

"You okay?" I asked the tiny human, receiving a hum in response.

"Tired." 

"Can you stand on your own?" Black asked.

"With help," White answered, his voice still weak and soft. I slowly lowered myself, letting Black handle the rest. When I straightened back, White was already leaning on his brother, safety hidden in his embrace. I must admit it was weird to see Black so affectionate. I glanced back at the old mansion and the mist hovering over it. 

"This house is not good. Promise me not to come back here." White whispered.

"I don't think I ever will." Gram nodded, and even Yok was eagerly agreeing. 

"It kills to be alive." White glanced at Black and then at me. 

"Don't worry. No one of us will enter this building again." I assured him with a smile. 

"P'Blakc." White peeped, waiting for his brother's confirmation.

"Let's go home and tell Gumpa to ban this place," Black said, helping White with his helmet and sitting him on his bike. 

"Thank you, P'Sean. I owe you." White turned to me. 

"No problem," I answered. 

"You don't owe him a shit," Black growled, starting the engine. I shook my head. That was the angry gremlin I was used to. 

"You can take me to dinner later." I winked at White and sent a smirk to Black before starting my bike. Despite the situation, I was happy. Why wouldn't I when I gained a cute date?