Homebound → Fortnite [COMPLETED]

| chapter twenty-seven |

{Drift's POV}

"Hello there, Drift. Long time no see."

Those words were in the back of my fucking skull at this point. How did he find me? How was is even possible after those three weeks gone without a trace?

This CANNOT be happening.

"M-Mr. Wick.. what are you.. how did you..?" I stumbled, he was literally there, making eye contact with me.

Was I dreaming?

Absolutely not. There's ZERO way I'm hallucinating about this right now. But then again, the lack of sleep is getting to me.

"You're not as smart as you think, Drift. Come back with me, we have A LOT to discuss." He said sternly, the once warm and welcoming voice he used to give off toward me, and (y/n).

Was now, cold. and brisk, his eyes sent chills down my spine. Both jackets not covering me from the cold stare he gave off.

Speaking of that. My mask hasn't been worn in ages.

Nevermind that.

I'm so fucking screwed.. I hope (y/n) is having better luck.

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The walk back was extremely awkward, John's aura seemed.. off, I can't put my finger on it but it's like he wanted my head on a silver platter.

"So.. Mr. Wick?" I finally summoned the courage to call out his name. He continued walking and hummed in response.

Game time.

"Where are we going?" I asked him again, this time making it sure he understood how confused I was. I mean, fuck. I haven't seen him since the beginning of this shithole.

He looked back for a second and then focused infront of him, his gun raised and looking slowly around. Though I don't know what he's looking at exactly.

It seemed pretty strange to me.

"We're going HOME."

Fuck. I don't think-

"You're obviously not ready to be on your own, especially with (y/n) Raptor was supposed to train." He stared calmly, I glared hard into the back of his neck.

Not ready to be on my own my ass. Me and (y/n) handled just fine. But.. I don't know if she even made it out.

I didn't bother to respond, causing more shit that's not needed is the LAST thing I want. Especially with John.

He'll literally bury me alive if I try shit.

God that thought is enough to give me nightmares..

Snapping out of my thoughts, I stared up at the infamous HQ. It was all the same on the exterior, not sure about the interior.

The same brick pillars, the soft grey walls, and the countless topiaries, bushes, and trees lining the outskirts of the house.

It certainly wasn't anything NEW, but it still gave off that feeling of being protected.

"Go on in. I'll call the guys so we can start this thing."

I nodded at him, what more could I do? I'm fucking terrified of this man. It's JOHN WICK for fucks sake. He can game end me with the god damn Hand Cannon at any moment.

I mean, I'm surprised he hasn't.

Some fuckin' reunion.

Nah, I feel like he's setting this up for something BAD.

I snapped out of my consciousness when John came into my clear view. He had Raptor and Carbide behind him, all three looking at me with cold, bitter expressions.

Fuck..

"Welcome back, Drifty. It's been awhile."

God, it's more menacing when he's mad. I'm either getting game ended, or something else that's entirely bad.

"Why am I here? What did I do?" I asked, obviously the fear rising in my already cracking voice. I seemed lost, broken, afraid.

Wait a second..

Why was I broken?

"You're HERE because we have some THINGS we need to talk to you about. You've missed out on a lot of shit." John answered my question, of course the dude has to answer me. What's next?

"Exactly, and it's not any jokes or anything NOT serious. We need you to listen carefully."

Now.. that sent me over the edge a little.

"What's going on?" Literally all seriousness coming out, even when my voice sounded like a little squeaker playing this shit. Lord, I'm afraid.

They all just.. stared. I felt so uncomfortable, holding onto my jackets and staring right back up at them. They all seemed angry but I don't understand what's happening.

"Have you any idea what (y/n) has been through?" Raptor asked first, walking close to me. I sunk into my seat and just looked at him.

What the fuck is wrong with (y/n)? What's happening here?

"N-No.." I stuttered. God, that was awful. What's really happening to her? I'm really worried.

"So.. you don't?" John butted into the conversation. I shook my head and watched as they all pondered in thought.

"What the fuck is happening with (y/n)? Where is she?"

They looked at me then those three words I hoped would never come true.. finally came to be. My stomach churned, I wanted to puke.

"She's with Oblivion."