Book of Book Ideas

*~* Moonset (The Pack) (Snippet) *~*

(Alright, it is completely coincidental that we've got two Rob and Preston ones in a row, okay? I've actually been working on this one for a while, and the ideas of this chapter aren't even the main idea of the story! Just a small part of it. Please keep that in mind.)

(That being said, hey Iamanewbiewriter13 I heard you love some great friendships-)

(Also oh my god I didn't mean for this to be 2000 words-)

(Important note!!!! This takes place in the present and is IRL. The Pack are still the Youtubers we know and love. There's just some... Fantasy elements.)

Rob struggled uselessly against the hooded figure restraining him, trying to unsuccessfully worm his way out of his iron grip.

Preston was a few meters away from him, too struggling against a similarly hooded figure, a look of fury on his face as he tried to pull himself free.

They were completely surrounded by several more of the black-clad figures, all of them peering at them from under their hoods with unseen faces, hiding among the trees like shadows.

They were in the woods, with the night sky glittering above them, the moon's pale light flittering between the leaves of the trees reaching high above their heads.

Rob and Preston had run into the forest in an attempt to lure the hooded figures away from the others... As far as Rob knew, it was him they were after, not the rest of his friends. He had tried to make Preston run with them, but he had refused to leave Rob behind. They others had wanted to stay too, but Rob convinced them to leave and get help for Lachlan, who had gotten a nasty wound from one of the figures' blades (he could still see them, hilted at their sides).

Now it was just him and Preston who had gotten caught. Well, at least it was better than all of us. Rob thought to himself.

One of the hooded figures, who Rob assumed was their leader, based on the jeweled necklaces adorning their neck and the longer sword at their waist, walked up to him and his captor. Rob couldn't see most of his face, but he did see the sadistic, wide grin on his face.

"It would seem that we've finally caught you." He said in a grating voice, one that sent a shiver down Rob's spine. "You have no idea how long my master has been searching for you."

The man whipped out a hand faster than Rob could react, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer, close enough that Rob could see the manic eyes underneath the man's hood.

"Now all I have to do is take you to him, and my mission will be complete. Now," The man turned his head to Preston, who had yet to give up on trying to escape. "I'm afraid I will have to deal with your... friends... Now that they've seen us. They can't be allowed to roam free. No witnesses. Well, no living ones, at least."

"You bastard...!" Rob growled, just as Preston was heard as well.

"Don't you dare go near them!" Preston roared, his voice furious as he quickly whipped his head back, hitting his captor square in the nose with the back of his head.

His captor reared back, but before Preston had the chance to move, another hooded figure emerged from the shadows, whipping out his blade and driving the blunt of its hilt into Preston's gut. The brunette let out a breathless gasp, wheezing as he fell to his knees. The figure grabbed Preston by the hair, forcing his head up as he held his blade to his neck, ready to strike at the leader's command.