⚠ This book contains mature language and violence. Don't not read if uncomfortable. There will be no more warnings from this point on. ⚠

The crew of friends was scattered across the green lawn, enjoying Aphmau's BBQ. Hazel Sauce was smeared messily over most people's face. Giggles from flowing through the open space as small talk and jokes were said. A loud gasp was heard, earning the attention from others. Everyone snapped towards Vlyad staring at him in utter shock. Glowing light was crawling up his body, freezing his limbs. He looked around in fear, trying to get away but the substance was already to his waist. It kept building up his frozen body until he was nothing more than a glowing ball of light. The material hardened, making a white statue of where Vlyad once stood on the porch made from wood painted black.

Everyone was silent, they couldn't speak.

With a loud noise and blinding flash of light, the statue exploded over the yard, shattering into small pieces that flung themselves is different places throughout the medium sized garden. Plates and glasses were dropped, breaking the cooling surface of the plates against the grounds, staring at the new sight in front of the others. Vlyad's hair had a small tent of red, matching his blood red scarf and eyes. Black and red Battle armor was laid out over his chest, instead of his cool outfit from before. A fine, blood red, sword hung loosely from his grasp as he looked around in confusion. Vlyad's eyes locked with the others, making them jump back a little.

"Shit!" He yelled, looking around the yard, snarling harsh words underneath his breath. Within moments, two other loud crashes and blinding lights fluttered through the unfamiliar air. Everyone turned to see Zane and Laurence, looking around in confusion from the same side of the yard, looking similar to Vlyad, red themed. The two's eyes locked, making Zane smirk under his mask. Before the others knew it, they two had their swords clashing against each other. The swung at each other, over and over again, trying to get a solid hit on their opponent. From the other side of the yard, Vlyad rushed over, almost looking like a blood-red flash, holding his sword at an angle as his feet clashed with the dirt.

Vlyad's sword snuck into Zane's back, pricing through his chained armor. Blood exploded from his back, spattering across the green grass. While the other gasps, Zane didn't even flinch.

Zane snapped around, allowing the group watching, to see his blood red eye. Zane lifted his sword above his head, making a diamond shape with the gap between his two raised arms. With a mighty force, he swung down slamming it into Vlyad's uncovered collar bone. The younger's blood coated Zane's face making him show a crooked smile as his mask seeped down his face.

Vlyad collapsed against the floor, dropping his sword with a loud 'Ting.' Laurence ripped the back of Zane's jet black hair, turning his attention back to the brunette. The two sprawled over the yard, spilling more and more blood with each blow.

Laurence swung his sword down to Zane's waist, cutting it open completely due to lack of armor that had been thrown off beforehand. Zane's blood flew out, spilling over the two, the sound of his skin ripping still fresh in the afternoon's chilling breeze. Zane smiled, sweet red liquid spilling from his fanged mouth and dripping down his face. Zane threw his sword at Laurence, completely going throw his chest and armour. Laurence's eyes widened, staring at the latter above him. Laurence fell to the ground, Zane's sword pinning him to the stomped on grass. A wave of blood rose around the brunette. Zane stood over Laurence's now limp, barely living, body.

Zane removed his blade, only to shove it back into Laurence's warm chest, more blood leaking from the large puncture in his body.

Zane continued this, removing the weapon only to push it back in with more force, almost as if he'd been following to the beat of a nonexistent song. A blank stare had been glued his face as the others watched in pure horror.

Luic finally got enough confidence and stepped forward, the grass breaking underneath her heels, feeling her heart rate fastened as she neared the man unmercifully stabbing the one laid across the ground. "Zane! Please stop! I-I I can get you back just, please stop!" Luci begged, nearing Zane farther.

Zane looked over to Luic. Luic's eyes widened as he saw his eyes. Zane's eye(s) were dull, not a shred of love or anger in the blood red pupils. The only emotion was sadness. Zane narrowed his eye(s). "You can get me back?"

She nodded, putting her hands in the air. "On one condition!" She spoke swiftly, trying not to upset the unfamiliar Zane; A Zane the others were afraid of facing. All of them now standing in the small group. Starring at the latter in utter fear.

"Which is?" Zane spat, raising his sword with one hand yet not breaking eye contact with the witch before him. This time he only held the sword above Laurence's chest, not dropping it back down into the brunette's seeping chest.

"The people you came with must be with you! And alive!" She bit her lip while squeezing her red, glossy, eyes shut.

Zane groaned while rolling his eye(s). He slid his sword back into its place beside his waist, stepping back from the blood welling body in front of him.

"Fine..." He snarled, placing his palm across his open wound across his waist.

The group of people immediately split into two, each rushing to the two bodies on the floor. Garroth felt fear running through him as he looked over Laurence's body. Luci pressed her fingers against Laurence's wounds, the skin glowing a lime green before completely​ healing, streams of blood reversing their flow and falling back into Laurence's healing body.

Laurence groaned in pain; his eyes remained closed. A scowl across his face as he furrowed his eyebrows. Slowly his eyes flutter open, showing two complete red pupils filling with pain.

"What the hell happened?" Garroth asked, trying not to upset the brunette beneath him.

Luci kept her voice low, her orange hair glistening in the spring air. "Okay, I don't have a lot of time to explain but...These three aren't from our universe; they came through a portal and...."

"Where's our Zane, Vlyad, and Laurence then?" Aphmau asked, a worried tone, interjecting Luic.

"Their still in these bodies, they're just watching everything until we get these three back to their original universe..." Luic explained, only to receive a groan from the other side of the yard from where Travis was reviving Vlyad.

Laurence slowly sat up, looking around at the others gathered around him, his armor shifting with his slow movements. "Okay, Laurence you can't attack Zane." Luci scolded making him frown.

"Why...?" He spat.

"Because if either of you dies none of you can get back." Dante stated simply.

"It was one of those fucking portals." Laurence hissed, squeezing his bright red specks to a close while releasing a low growl.

Will we ever get them back...? Garroth thought to himself.

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