Homebound → Fortnite [COMPLETED]

| chapter twenty |

{Narrator's POV}

Leaving the HQ was a hard feat for the two teens, only having the bit of advice and teachings from John, Raptor, AND Carbide seemed alright at first.

But.. How is it that they're gonna be alright moving forward?

"I really hate that we had to leave.." (y/n) mumbled, causing Drift to turn around and hold her by the shoulders. Her (e/c) orbs made eye contact with the male.

"I know, (y/n). It hurts me to even THINK about leaving those three, but it was for the best. We NEED to get home, we NEED the answers, we can't sit there and just act like everything is okay."

She looked at him with desperate eyes, he sighed and pulled her into a tight embrace. Her face buried into his upper abdomen.

After all, she IS short. (for the sake of this roll w it pls)

They stood there in the pitch dark for a good five minutes, clinging to one another, the cold wind breezing ever so slightly against their backs and faces.

Now, (y/n) and Drift aren't a thing. But, the warm embrace and reassurance that everything is going to be okay, made it all worth while.

Once they felt ready to embark on their long journey to figuring out how to get home, they would do just that.

However. Things didn't go as well as they hoped.

"There's people here, and they DON'T seem friendly!" (y/n) whispered softly to Drift, the two hiding in a convenient store at Retail Row.

"Relax. They're just looting, I can go out there and game end them." Drift offered, (y/n) shook her head and clutched her knees tighter.

The pounding footsteps coming closer and closer as they both waited there. The silence making their hearts seem louder than usual.

For what seemed like an eternity, what presumed to be the leader, finally spoke up.

"There's two kids in here, I can feel them." He proclaimed, the anger and curiosity toning into his raspy voice.

"I don't know, Battlehawk. They seemed to have left." another voice came into clear hearing, it was more soft than the other man's voice.

"You're just too soft, Rusty. Come on, let's game end these two." Battlehawk said sternly.

Whoever "Rusty" was seemed to obey and looked closer around the entire premises. (y/n) and Drift watched in confusion as they couldn't find a reason to believe ANYONE was in that store but them.

"Where the fuck are they?" Battlehawk asked angrily, the other male slowly backing away and shrugging.

Now was their chance.

"Quick, (y/n). Knock him down and I'll take care of Battlehawk."

(y/n) nodded and jumped down quietly, tiptoeing around the area and seeing the back of "Rusty's" form.

"Ah.. it's Rustlord." She thought to herself, as she looked up toward where Drift was.

Hidden up on top on the second story bindings, he made a hand single motioning her to attack now.

With that, (y/n) ran up and knocked Rustlord onto his knees, all the while Battlehawk was being approached by Drift.

The two had them pinned, no where to attack, no where to run.

"Think about your actions before you try anything." Drift said to Battlehawk, game ending him instantly, all the while Rustlord stared hard at the two teens, wide eyed.

"what." The two said in unison. He shook his head and pleaded for his cartoon, fucked up life.

No use. The two were hungry for the bloodlust given from game ending unsuspecting players in the game. But, was it really worth it?

"Those two should have thought clearer before coming at us." Drift spat down on their loot, turning around and staring at (y/n), her once (e/c) eyes, turned to a dull gray.

"What's the matter, (y/n)?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." She smiled, this time, it frightened Drift. Though he couldn't answer it on his on behalf, what was the point?

The two finally felt alive, even after all the events in this cartoon hell.

"Is this what bloodlust feels like?" She asked, her twisted grin getting bigger and bigger at the thought of the amount of game ending that can transpire,

"Indeed it is, I've never felt this way." Drift nodded in agreement, watching the female look around the pitch black town.

Retail was empty, no life around. Such a shame, ain't it?

Not for them. They enjoyed it.

What's not to enjoy? There's more loot, more time to browse upon other various artifacts found in and beneath the always seemingly broken houses.

After all..

The REAL party has only just begun.