Wolflox (a Deadlox Fanfiction)

Chapter 38

Jason's POV

Jason scowled as he crashed through the undergrowth. He drove on through the forest in a rage-fueled frenzy, chopping down branches and killing every mob in his way.

But amidst his anger, there was confusion and sympathy deep in his heart.

Why did Sky leave me? He wondered. Does he care more for Dawn then his own friends? Deep down, Jason knew that he was in the wrong. It made sense for Sky to want to avenge Dawn's death rather than Deadlox's, but it hurt nevertheless that he had abandoned him.

He also felt bad for him. Losing someone you love in such a violent way isn't pleasant. He wished he could be empathetic for the Butter God, but unlike him, Jason never had any girl so close to him that he had lost.

Suddenly, loneliness fell over him, a shadow that had been trailing behind him for a while but had never caught up until now. The dark presence had been held back by Sky, Dawn, Deadlox, and the rest of Team Crafted, but now that he was alone, the full extent of his feelings could at last consume him.

What was it that was causing this pang of isolation deep in his heart? Why did his friends never fill the hole that seemed to grow larger with every passing day? What was it that could fill it? Or, to put it better, who?

Jason was snapped out of his thoughts by the shocking sensation of falling. Before he could reach the button to turn his jetpack on, he slammed into a floor of stone.

Cursing, he hoisted himself to his feet. He was so lost in his worries that he hadn't noticed the edge of a surface cave, and he had fallen right in. He reached behind him and felt his finger come into contact with the familiar button on his jetpack. Pressing it down, fire came out of the futuristic blue device and pushed him several feet into the air before he descended to the ground.

As his feet hit the ground, he pressed the button again and the flames extinguished. He brushed some dirt off of his arm before looking around. The forest he was in seemed to be thinning out, leading into a savanna biome. The oak and birch trees were replaced by flat-topped acacia trees, and the grass was drier and brown as he began to emerge from the leafy cover of the lush forest. A group of brown and white horses grazed lazily on the tall grass, and a gentle breeze ruffled the plants on the hilly terrain.

He began to head in the direction of the sun, which he judged to be east by the cool morning air. He stopped by a small pond and took a drink, dipping his hands into the clear water and lifting them to his mouth after lifting off his helmet.

After he had quenched his thirst, he carefully replaced the blue and orange space helmet on top of his suit. His mood had improved slightly, however, he still was depressed.

Setting down his bow and sword, he leaned against the gray-brown trunk of an acacia tree, the widespread leaves and branches providing a comfortable veil of shade.

Jason listened to the soothing calls of various birds, some sweet, fluttery and high, others deep and solemn. He didn't know how long he rested there, but he didn't mind. It gave him time to think.

Let Sky and Ryan go fight Herobrine alone, Jason though, smiling. We did it once before. Twice, actually. They'll be fine. It's better this way- I don't have anyone else to search for... I'm the best one for this job...

But do I have to do this alone? Why can't someone search alongside me?

It could have been seconds or hours that he was sitting there. He didn't know. But what he did know was that the birds had stopped calling. In fact. it had gotten eerily quiet. Sitting up, Jason glanced around but saw nothing suspicious. The horses were staring off to the right, straight at a small hill, their ears pricked upright in curiosity.

Jason lifted himself to his feet, leaving his weapons behind, and made his way to the hill. He stumbled up the side of the incline as silently as he could manage, and cautiously peeked his head over the top.

Seeing nothing, he allowed himself to stand. But every animal he saw was frozen, creating an uncomfortable mood of suspense and anticipation.

Jason jumped as a horse's panic-stricken whinny fracture the silence. He swiftly dropped to the ground again hiding himself in the tall grass, when he watched a small herd of gray horses thunder across the savanna, fear startlingly present in their large glassy eyes.

Confused and even more concerned than before, Jason launched himself into a nearby tree. He reached up, climbing hand over hand, until he was safely hidden, wrapped around a horizontal branch.

He had a better view from up there, but still saw nothing. The herd was far away by now, still sprinting towards the sun, kicking up clouds of dust behind them.

But his attention was drawn back to the ground under him as a new sound reached his ears. Footsteps. They weren't human; the time between each step was too short. It was a four legged animal, running at top speed.

Jason knew it wasn't another horse either, because the sound of the footfalls didn't bear the distinct sound of hooves against dirt and stone. Instead, it was more silent and stealthy, wide, padded paws against grass.

All this Jason was able to learn from only the sound. Sky had made him the head of training new recruits for this reason, his ability to use his senses to their full extent.

But he wasn't thinking about that now. No, he was focused on the events that were about unfold right below him.

The white wolf seemed to materialize out of thin air, mere blocks away from the base of the tree he was hidden in. He stifled a gasp as it paused below him, panting loudly and devouring the air around it. The small creature's gaze darted around nervously, it's deep green eyes wide with panic. It yelped as another huge dark wolf dove towards it, teeth bared in thirst for blood.

Jason watched in awe and disgust as the black and dark-gray wolf tore the smaller one tore the smaller one to pieces. Its snow-white fur quickly became stained red.

Did he dare to interfere? He couldn't. He remained shocked and confused, stuck in place by fear and wonder until the dark wolf left, the fur around its mouth covered in a sickening dark red.

Jason nearly fell out of the tree, landing painfully next to the bloody remains of the white wolf. He analyzed the carnage in horror, the body of the small animal covered with deep wounds, blood still pouring out of them.

It was still breathing. He noticed the shaky rise and fall of its chest, and began to make his way over to it.

Stepping over blood-stained grass, he approached the creature. He circled around it until its battered face and head was visible.

Jason's gaze met the wolf's and he stepped back hesitantly. Those deep forest-green eyes were brimming with emotion- desperation, pain and fear.

Jason removed his helmet, setting it down next to him. He felt that if the wolf could see his eyes, it would be able to trust him more.

He forced the most gentle and trustworthy expression that he could muster onto his face, and reached his hand towards the animal's scarred withers.

Almost immediately, a growl erupted from the white wolf. He drew his arm back, afraid that he was going to get his hand torn off.

"Don't worry," he said. "I won't hurt you." He gave an encouraging smile, and stepped closer. The wolf let him nearer now, as if it could understand him.

Jason bent down on his knees, and reached for the wolf's head. This time it didn't make a defensive attempt to fight back, it just whimpered softly as he ran his hand through the bloodstained fur on top of its head.

"That wolf really screwed you up," Jason muttered half to himself. "I'll help you get better... I promise." Leaning forward, he lifted the animal into his arms. The dead weight wasn't hard to carry, considering the miniscule size of the wolf.

Jason wasn't sure why he felt like helping the creature. But all he knew was that he had to do it, driven by some outside force.

What do I do? Jason thought. How do I go about this?

I need someone who knows how to heal... Someone who knows what they're doing...

Seto.