Sang's the 1: Family .vs. Friends (Book 2)

Family .vs. Friends {37}

Chapter 37

POV: Sang Sorenson

Note: You may recognize the beginning of this chapter. It's from Book 1 (Introductions) but rewritten in Sang's POV. You may want to re read those scenes if the dreams aren't very clear for you. For those who didn't care to read the one shot, I repeat that's fine because you didn't miss anything related to this story. Without further ado, enjoy chapter 37

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Pitch black.

It was dark, so dark that you couldn't even see your hand in front of your face. Until my genius of a best friend found his techy way into the school's air conditioning system.

With a few whirring sounds, and likely the corresponding click-clack of his keyboard in the library, the air began to dissipate the Last Day Fog, bringing light back like rain was to Shiah Lebouf in the movie Holes.

I heard sounds of a scuffle, words being said but were muffled from this distance. It sounded as if someone was calling for someone else, urgency ringing in the male's tone. "Where are ya bestest bud?!"

Yelling, someone began yelling. "What the fuck? Luke say something! Where are you?"

The closer I got to the scene, the more I could blurrily make out a group of boys, with a few lying about on the ground.

The squishy gross sound of flesh being pierced was muted, yet loud and roaring at the same time. Someone was injured, and it was my fault. I should've gone to get those weapons out of the 1s lockers in the gym first. It should've been my first priority when I realized Last Day was happening. Damnit Sang, you're a 1, you can't afford screw-ups like this!

And then I heard the words that stopped my heart, making it beat erratically and thump painfully against my ribcage, ready to jump out and defend itself against what must be a lie.

"If Luke is this blonde fucker currently bleeding all over my knife, then he's over here."

The voice was full of menace and glee, a combination with the potential for fatality that would never not send shivers down my spine.

Still, my mind refused to accept what that gravelly voice had just spoken. There was no way in hell that Lucian Gabriel had just been stabbed and was now bleeding out. No way in hell Greg—weak minded, druggie Greg—had just hurt one of the most amazing guys I'd ever met in my life.

"North? Gabriel? Why are you shouting for Luke? Is he alright? Where are you?"

I silently prayed Wil would hurry up and clear the air, because if there was ever a time that I needed my full sight, it was here and now. If Luke was hurt....I needed to save him. He was so...so...sunlight. Luke's smile, his hair, his very aura reminded me of a day when its raining and so gloomy and you just hate it so. But then, like magic, the sun plays peek-a-boo and jumps from behind the clouds and you just can't help but grin at it. That was Luke. And I solemnly swore I would destroy anyone who hurt him.

The Fog cleared even more so that it was more like a simple haze, and the scene before me was—to my chagrin but also eternal relief—completely not what I'd envisioned. Greg held a knife at the throat of.... I believe his name was –

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The scene changed quickly. I was standing at a door, nearly pressed against it, listening intently to the male voices drifting to me from inside. There was something about a trusty needle? Needles? Am I at the doctor's?