--= Preston's + POV =--

Burying my face inside of my hands, a strain of a breath puffed out of my lips sounding more like a hiss than a whisper, I froze to hear the small sound of a bell sing off in my room.

Shifting my gaze to wear the noise was heard I tensed to see my laptop's screen a lit and buzzing like mad. Watching the blurry words fall down my screen, massive amounts of paragraphs spammed I took a breath.

Taking a few feet forward, expecting it to be one of the fans finding out my Skype or maybe Sky wanting me to feel a little bit better, goosebumps spread through my skin to find out it was one of Sky's friends.

But he was, warning me? Seating myself down on my comfortable chair, I hung my fingers above my keyboard, ready to type while my right hand scrolled up, reading it all.

'Dear Preston,

we've never met in person but I'm sure that Sky has yelled about me for one thing (Probably my hair or some stupid shit like he always does.) and vice versa but I came here to tell you something.

I don't know which part you got, but it shows how serious the plasm is. Mine was on my left leg, which was thankfully one of the least powerful.

There are the others too, right leg is one of the serious ones, the serious limbs tend to spread to the other half. Right and left leg, if it started on right it will spread to left.

If it is left leg, it stays as is. Right arm is the one that is not serious or infectious. Left arm is one of the more serious ones because the infection shoots straight through the shoulder blade and spreads.

Sounds painful, and I know it is except I've never experienced it. It's like a mutation serum which develops the human body into something dark and foul.

It was originally experimented on for the aids of people who have missed or severely damaged limbs, like arms or legs or hands, but knowing the Doctor he found he wanted to try it on innocents.

See what could happen, so he'd keep checking on you. Please, he's the only one who knows how to help. So try to follow the rules okay?

If you don't, well, I'll personally come there like I am right now and teach you a thing or two whether it be painful or not, I'll let it be your choice, just being polite.

So, when Sky comes in the room we'll act like we always do okay? I don't want Sky to know it's a lot more serious then he thinks it is. Tell him it isn't lethal and tell him you've found a substitute for water.

I have a formula for it, there's a way you could also do it, but people like us haven't ever tried, or, haven't had the guts to finish the whole entire task.

Please, the more you drink it the more the infection will spread and the less you do it the less it will spread, at least, it will spread at a slower pace than how it is now.

So, keep control of yourself. I will kill you if I have to.

I don't want Sky in trouble. And don't try anything either. People like us can smell it.

                                                                                                                                                                                              ~Ty'

Annoyance and insult bubbling up inside the pits of my stomach, I slammed my fingers down onto the keyboard, swaying them back and forth, swiftly and efficiently until a nice, full on paragraph of basically telling him to fuck off was sent.

Satisfaction glowing inside of me, I slammed my laptop shut and backed away from the desk, not entirely knowing what to do now.Sky was probably asleep considering how quickly time had flown by, it was already 4:20 in the morning.

How ironic. Pretending to smoke it up using hand gestures, I glazed my eyesight around the room, wanting to know what there could be to do that hasn't been done in a while or hasn't been done at all.

Nodding at my options, I decided to sit back into my chair and prop open the laptop to see Ty was typing yet again. Considering my odds were either sitting in the chair or standing around, not doing anything,

I decided to be bored but slightly entertained instead. The idea seeming much better than dawdling around like an idiot. Which, is what I usually do...Nonetheless I awaited to see what he had to write. Not very appreciative of my answer.

'Preston,

I didn't mean to insult you or offend you in anyway, well, in some ways I did, but I just meant it as in, be careful with decisions because like it or not there are more people in Sky's life than just you.

                                                                                                                                                                                                    ~Ty'

'Okay see here grease head,

I know there are plenty of other people in Sky's life, so sorry if I'm not straight it doesn't mean I'm overprotective of him, if anything it's the other way around.

How's about you stop being a bitch and next time try talking to me in a less threatening, more polite tone. Don't be so bipolar when you write to me,

the only thing helpful that could easily be sent on it's on was the information of the Doctor and the substitute. That was all you had to say.

Listen, hippy, if ya know what's good for you. Don't push my buttons, I'm on a whole 'nother level than you. Don't mess with me, and I know how to handle Sky. I'm not a rapist.'

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This is one of the last chapters, not of the book @-@, before I go up North today. Well, last chapter actually.

I'll be gone for a week, and I'll come back around next Sunday or so. I'll see you in the next one ^w^