Against all odds (The Pack)

Chapter 49 (END)

Well... This is it... The last chapter...

But there's gonna be an Epilouge and Alt. Ending, So don't miss that ^_^

Warnings: Mentions of blood, gore, major character death in a pretty violent way

     ~3rd P.O.V~

     Everyone wheels around at the voice, eyes wide and mouths gaping. Everyone holds weapons, which now drop to the ground, and Mitch holds his bow, the string only drawn back halfway. Even Lachlan and Roxanne stop their battle at the voice, out of everyone Roxanne being the one most surprised.

      "P-Preston?" Jerome sputters, instantly the all of them-excluding Roxanne-running to stand around Preston.

     Preston, still on his back, smiles weakly as his gaze shifts through the five of them. Grunting in pain, he pushes himself to a sitting position, looking pretty terrifying seemingly rising from the dead, covered in blood and with flaps of skin hanging off the back of his head. A few pieces of loose stone tumble from his back, a nasty crack dominating the majority of it. The pickaxe, with little stone around it to hold it in, clatters to the sand, tipped with red.

      "But... But you're dead!" Roxanne cries, eyes wide in fear.
      Preston's eyes shift towards her, narrowing. "You wish. Y'know... I guess I probably should've thought of this sooner... But I'm literally made of lava. You can't kill, lava. Well I mean you can... But I just realized I can do something."

       And with that Preston's skin begins to glow brighter, and almost instantly the immediate area around him rises in temperature. And as it continues to grow hotter, Preston's skin burning brighter, the Pack find themselves backing away to avoid getting burnt.

     "Preston, what are you doing?" Vikk questions, backing away with caution.

       Preston doesn't respond, but instead closes his eyes, focusing as his skin continues to grow hotter, by now far surpassing the boiling point. Preston's skin begins to drip, and everyone watches in both awe and terror as Preston's skin begins to actually move, dripping and shifting. Before everyone's eyes, scalding hot lava slides and fills in the gaps on Preston's head, repairing the misplaced skin. And the same goes for any other cuts or gashes. Lava just shifts, and fills them in. But he doesn't stop. Not after his wounds are sealed, not after there's a pool of lava gathering under him, not even when his shape becomes like jelly, losing much of its structure. And it would be a lie for any of them, even the Pack, to say they weren't throughly shocked and petrified as they watch Preston begin to morph in front of their own eyes.

     Everyone turns away to sheild their eyes, continuing to back away as the brightness of Preston's skin becomes nearly blinding, and it rapidly begins to stretch and expand. Bubbling, Preston grows, to a size impossibly bigger than his usual size. Even Lachlan, the tallest of them all, has to lean his head back to witness the terrifying sight in front of him. Even the stone on Preston's back expands. How, no one can guess.

      "Preston he's... He's transforming!"

     Two shapes unfurl from Preston's back, though no one can exactly tell what they are, since none of them can directly look at Preston, now shining as bright as the sun. Something long and muscular spurts from behind Preston, lashing as his limbs grow long and strong, now growing like a four legged animal. His neck becomes unnaturally long, as does his face, now elongated and wide. As the transformation finishes, accompanied by a blinding flash of light that out shines the sun, Rob rubs his eyes as they water. When they're clear, and he glances up at Preston once again, now back down to his normal warm glow, he gasps in shock. Because although there's no doubt in his mind what's standing before him is Preston, it's not... Preston.