Delta 6 (The Pack)

Chapter 33

Warnings: Slight gore

~Rob's P.O.V.~

"So you're telling me... my spell didn't entirely work... and now you're a zombie hybrid. And not only can you shapeshift, but now you can talk to hostile mobs?"
       "Correct."
       "And you met an enderman outside, and he told you about all the mobs being mind controlled, and that we have to hurry and help the other three white gems fight Plague before they die?"
       "Yup."
       I grin. "Well, well, well! I guess my failure of a spell wasn't terrible after all- Ow!"

I hiss in pain as a drop of hot lava lands on my neck. The droplet of lava rolls off my blue hoodie, plopping onto the ground, and crawling back into Preston's body. What? I mouth as he sends me the most disapproving look possible. His eyes flicker towards Vikk, and mine follow. Vikk looks incredibly crestfallen all of a sudden, and is picking subconsciously at a patch of rotten flesh on his hand. Oh. Oops.

       "I'm sorry, I-"
       "-ANYWAYS. Welcome to the mob-squad Vikk," Preston jokes, flashing a bright smile, "glad to have ya."
       Vikk attempts a smile. "Thanks."

       Silver yips her encouragement, trotting a couple circles around Vikk, and then plopping down in front of him. Tongue lolling out, tail thumping, she tilts her head and looks up at him, like a child begging for candy. Vikk grins, kneeling down in front of her. Dogs... truly mans best friend. Not only are they loyal, but they don't judge you either. I note, watching Vikk scratch her lightly behind her fluffy white ears. Silver barks in delight, leaning into his touch, and thumping her back paw. Quite adorable, may I add.

       "Can you understand her, too?"
       Vikk shakes his head, giving Silver one last pat before rising up again, "No, only hostile mobs, sadly. She's a cute pupper."

       I watch with an odd sense of warmness and pride as Silver stands up, tasking herself with sniffing every inch of my basement. Like a father watching his child. Or, a really cute dog.

       "So Rob... considering I risked my life for this, what's in the satchel anyway? You said it could help us?" Preston inquires, nodding over to where the black satchel lays abandoned on a chest.

Oh yeah. That exists, doesn't it? Hm. Kinda sorta forgot about it with all the chaos going on... Striding over to the chest, I scoop up the satchel gently into my arms, and carefully reach my hand into its velvety depths. Preston looks like he's about the explode with anticipation, and Vikk looks somewhat lost but intrigued nonetheless. Just to tease them, I make the items reveal painstakingly slow,

      "Gentlemen, I present to you..."
       "An enderpearl?" Vikk finishes, brows furrowed as I display the deep turquoise orb.
       Preston frowns. "I risked my life... for an enderpearl?"
       "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Not just any enderpearl," I correct, beckoning them closer, "look closer."

       Preston and Vikk step forward, squinting closer at the pearl. I hold it closer, showcasing the faint purple aura that mists off it, and the thin veins of purple and gold lacing it's depths. Silver pads over, sitting back on her hind legs, coal black nose twitching as she sniffs it.

      "This is an enderpearl Seto developed, along with Chimney and I. There's only three in existence, the other two belonging to them, of course. It may not look like much, but essentially using this you can teleport anywhere in the world instantly. Just picture where you want to go, slam that sucker into the ground, and bam you're there. Also, you can teleport as many people as you want at the same time, so long as they're connected to the person throwing the pearl." I explain, watching Vikk and Preston watch in silent awe. "I wanted to use it to see if we could bypass this whole key-holder nonesense but... it looks like we're gonna have to put it to use sooner than later. Cmon boys, we've got a Wither to kill."