When Love Gets In The Way- Fortnite - Drift x Sunstrider - *UNDER HEAVY EDITING*

The Crack In The Sky

Lazy Links was quiet. A devoid of sound and motion, save the grass and the well trimmed shrubs swaying gently to the song of the wind. The Lazy Links Manor casted a shadow over the still pool, and distant gunfire could be heard if you listened closely. Sunstrider sat calmly in her lifeguards chair, trying to figure out were the noise was coming from. Risky Reels? Wailing Woods? She heard three different guns in the symphony on bullets and destruction. There was that whistling then explosion of the rocket launcher, followed by the drum of the Assault Rifle. The last gun was either a Tactical or Pump shotgun. She listened closely for about two minutes, until the rocket launching stopped and the SMG's quiet clicks soon after. Either the shotgun guy had won, or the guy with the SMG had gone into hiding. Or the other way around. Sunstrider stopped straining her ears and slid off her lifeguard chair, not needing to use the short ladder leaning against it. A real lifeguard, she had always thought, shouldn't have to use ladders. What if there was a person in danger, and they spent five seconds of precious time clambering down a ladder? Could someone really be so foolish?

She walked up to the porch of the Manor and strode into the locker room, taking out her locker keys as she did so. She still was in the habit of only using one locker, even though she may very well just renovate the whole room into her pantry. People rarely ever dropped by Lazy Links to use the pool; they usually came to 'borrow' a golf cart or use a vending machine, and sometimes even used the little shop on the poolside. In fact, the only people who had used the pool more than once where Sun Tan Specialist, her fellow lifeguard, and Moisty Merman, who spent half the time in the pool bubbling at the very bottom of the water, and the other half telling her sob stories about how Paradise Palms took away his home, how everyone was so inconsiderate, blah blah blah. She was rather lonely here, really. Her only close friends were Rook, Redline and Sun Tan Specialist, and even they didn't see each other often. But being new to the island, she didn't really expect to be that popular anyways.

She began to hum 'The First Noel', taking out her water bottle when a loud crack disrupted the peaceful silence of Lazy Links. Sunstrider jumped, dropping her water bottle. It's clear contents spilled all over the tiled floor. She sprinted out of the house, careful not to slip on the spilled water, as several more cracks pounded her skull. The light had gone from a dazzling golden to an eerie blue. For the first time in the history of the Battle Royale island, all was silent. But this was no where near as odd as the glowing crack in the sky.

Sunstrider could only stare, which made her feel helpless and a little stupid. She was 19 years old, for God's sake. She was sure she could do something to help. She ran upstairs to fetch one of the old snipers from the attic, her heart beating out of her chest. She snatched it from beside a bright green kayak and literally jumped out the open window. It hurt her legs a little, but something told her that the crack was a far larger problem. She stood on her lifeguard's chair and pointed her scope at the sky. It had a million different parts that had split off from the larger crack, and glowed a light blue with hints of white. She was putting down the telescope when a loud pop sounded, around haunted hills. She noticed two things; a giant mountain with what looked like a Viking village at the top. It also had some smaller cracks around it, which was rather concerning. She pointed her telescope at the direction of the pop near Haunted Hills.

The missing Durr Burger head! It was sitting proudly at the top of a hill, although it too had the smaller cracks in the air around it. She was about to put her telescope down for the second time when she noticed movement behind the Durr Burger. She adjusted the sniper lenses until she could see everything perfectly. It was a boy, about her age. He had blond hair in a spiked kind of style and was wearing a sleeveless shirt and black trousers, along with boots and a bike mask around is mouth and jaw. He was looking around frantically, like he was on a different planet or something. Maybe he knew what was going on with those crack things! It seems unlikely; he looked like he had never seen the Battle Royale map before, but it was worth a try. Sunstrider hopped into a nearby golf cart, started up the engine, and speed off in the direction of the boy.