Forever Together(The Pack Fanfic)

Chapter 26: Nightmare And The Parkour Master

{EDITED}

A/N: Help by good old TBNRFish24 again.

~~Vikk’s POV~~
We watched in surprise as Robert and Preston chased Lachlan around Headquarters, startling quite a few people. We followed them around at a slower pace until we lost them, watching as Sky spilt his coffee, Matt fell into Pete’s arms, and Ian accidentally opened a door in Rob’s face. After a good five minutes or so, all three of them became fatigued and found their way back to us. Apparently, Lachlan had never been caught.

I ended up having to drag Lachlan by the collar of his shirt to the bathroom, where he got changed into a simple white t-shirt and navy jeans. When he came out, his hair was still sort of mess,y.

Dang, he’s hot. I thought, staring at Lachlan and blushing. Since I didn’t want him to notice my blush, I turned and walked to the kitchen.

“Vikk? Why are you blushing?” Jerome asked once I sat down at the dining table. I looked up at him and pressed a finger to my lips, trying to shush him before Lachlan turned the corner. Lachlan also sat down and yawned, and suddenly everyone came to an abrupt conclusion on why I was blushing, but, to my luck, they kept quiet.

“So, Poofless, what actually happened last night?” Lachlan asked after five minutes of pure silence beside the crunch of Tyler’s cereal.

Cereal killer.

I mentally giggled. Preston’s face suddenly paled in horror, and he shook his head in protest. Rob rubbed his back to comfort him, looking quite concerned. Then everything flashed white for a moment, and I knew why. I didn’t mean it, I just don’t know how to control it yet. During that moment, everything seemed to happen so quickly, yet so slowly at the same time.

<~Preston’s dream, which Vikk is accidentally seeing in Preston’s head because he’s a Jagstar123~>

Preston laid in front of Rob and Herobrine, who was battling sword to sword. While Preston slowly and painfully got up, I noticed that there were gashes and bruises all over his body.

Preston reached for his sword, which lied about 7 feet away, but he just couldn’t grasp it. He watched in horror, as Herobrine slowly backed Rob up. I stared fearfully, as Herobrine swung at Rob, and Rob struck back. They battled fiercely, both fighters had blood and sweat dripping down their body.

They fought on and on for a while, at this point they had turned so that Rob’s back was directly in front of us, before a fate-changing moment happened, causing me to scream.

Rob’s body was limp, and sticking through his back was a diamond sword. Herobrine pulled his sword out of Rob’s stomach and grinned sickly. The sword had so much blood on it that if the blade had been painted red, it wouldn’t look any different. Rob’s body fell to the ground, and all I could hear was Preston’s screams of anguish. Herobrine, looking disgustingly satisfied with his work, vanished into thin air.

“ROB!! ROB!! Rob!! Rob… Robby, please… No… Please…” Preston trailed off, tears mercilessly steaming down his cheeks. Kneeling in front of his close friend, the fire boy drowned in a deep ocean of sorrow for the dead teen. Tidal wave after tidal wave of misery poured onto Preston, abusing his soft heart, which was already racing violently.

“Please don’t leave me…”

I snapped back into reality to see Lachlan, Mitch, Jerome, Shadow, and Tyler staring at me, while Preston sobbed into Rob’s chest. Rob was doing his best to console his mentally scarred friend, but it didn’t look like Preston was going to stop crying anytime soon. Jerome started to say something but decided to rub Preston’s back a little instead.