Homebound → Fortnite [COMPLETED]

| chapter forty-six |

One hour and fifteen minutes left until Season Six rises.
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{Narrator's POV}
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The two teens made their way up the mountain, the tiredness didn't affect them anymore as they were so adamant about getting home.

They won't let this fucker ruin it for them.

"Ah! If it isn't my two lovely earthlings.. greetings. I didn't think you would make it!" Enforcer called out, his arms outstretched in front of the massive open space on top of Snobby's mountain.

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking prick!" (y/n) roared, her hands balled into fists at her enemy. The man looked at her and cackled a menacing laugh, making Drift and (y/n) look at each other.

"Hey now. I'm the one who's getting you home, right? I suggest you choose your words CAREFULLY." Enforcer threatened, his voice deeper and harsh.

(y/n) shook her head and stood her ground.

"You're a fool to think I would fall for your BULLSHIT! how about you take us on like a real man." Her glare sending daggers at the tall, hooded man.

"Hmmph. I see, you've learned a lot since we've last talked." He taunted, walking around them in circles.

"I pity you, it must be a shame to want to die so fast."

Drift held (y/n)'s hand tightly as Enforcer continued to walk around the duo. His eyes only on (y/n).

"I suppose, we'll just have to do this the old fashioned way, now do we?"

(y/n) socked the man in the face. Enforcer stumbled back and lifted his mask, revealing a scarred lip and a devious smirk.

"You have such fire in you.."

he walked closer and stopped.

"I.. LIKE THAT!" he screamed furiously and started to build, his anger rising as Drift and (y/n) began to do the same.

With only fifty minutes left on the clock, the two needed to act quickly, as this meant it was a matter of living to see earth once more, or being stuck forever inside a video game.

The two built above the man, enclosing him into a small 1x1 as he tried to pickaxe his way out of there, though the teens wouldn't let him out so easily.

"GIVE UP ENFORCER!" (y/n) yelled angrily, her teeth bared like an angered or threatened animal in defense. Drift held position and looked down on his enemy.

"The game is over. Enforcer."

"That's what YOU think!" He roared, dropping down from the 1x1 in the sky, to only receive his glider on the other end. The teens looking around for his body as the buildings began to shake.

With that, the two fell, opening their gliders and dropping into the pits of the HQ.

"You'll both just have to find me!~" Enforcer sang out creepily, the echo revolving around the dark and mysterious HQ. Drift and (y/n) held together tightly, making sure to keep alert.

Just before an action, the two were sent down into a further level of the HQ. Drift stood up immediately as (y/n) laid there on the floor.

"(y/n).. get up." Drift whispered quietly into her ear, lifting her up with minimal sound.

"Such a shame! You both weren't much of a fight." Enforcer yelled out, his chuckle was enough to give someone nightmares.

"YOU'LL HAVE TO TRY HARDER YOU FUCK!" Drift yelled, the echo surging through the room they were located in. (y/n) looked around and then motioned for Drift to follow.

With only forty-five minutes on the clock, Drift and (y/n) made their way back up onto the mountain. Then, HE was up there, sitting with a small shield in his hand.

"Shame. You don't have much time left."

Drift and (y/n) looked at each other and then back him.

"It'll be nice to see your fresh faces in the next season. I mean, come on! Who wouldn't want to-"

Just then, Enforcer was hit in the back of the head with a bullet, his body tumbled onto the ground as the killer stood above him.

Drift and (y/n) stood there, dumbfounded.

"Well hello. It's nice to see your faces again."

"How are you..?" The both asked in unison. The figure chuckled and lifted the fun and placed it against their broad shoulder.

"Not dead? I dunno. I was asking myself that!"

The teens just stared at the figure with shocked, but thankful expressions. They looked around and then back at Drift and (y/n).

"We don't have much time."

"Let me get you two home."