Marshall's POV-
A/U- This will be a story about Marshall having dreams of his friends dying every night and it will break his spirit. Tell me if I should use better grammar or less of it point out everything, thank you I will have a lot of dreams in this story so I wont put as much detail in them as the real life. This is also a short chapter just to see what you guys think
As we ran to the tower for another mission I tripped like I always do. I made a corny joke and we laughed. A normal day. It was a mission to save chickaletta for what seemed like the millionth time. We were heading back to the lookout when all of a sudden a tree smashed Chase into the concrete, cracking his head open. As he turned the surrounding streets a dark flowing color of crimson all I could do was scream in terror as the light faded from his eyes and I watched him take his finale shaky breaths.
I woke up abruptly cold air stinging my lungs and tear ridden face, the sour smell in the air was speaking the words of my depression and dread. It had not even been a week since I had enjoyed the simple happiness of the morning sun. I was constantly being awoke by my thoughts and dreams every waking hour. They would not stop. Every night I had dreams of my team mates dying and I could nothing to save them. I had begun to feel useless and could not look at my friends without seeing them lie dead on the ground in a pool of their own blood. The dreams were slowly breaking me, the poor dally. My friends have noticed the abrupt change in my nature but can not coax an answer from me they want to help, but know not what to do.
3rd Person POV-
As Marshall Left his pup house Chase, a German Shepherded and Marshalls best friend, noticed him leaving and decided to go speak to him. When he tried to put a paw on marshal's shoulder he turned and growled. Chase had decided he had enough. "Marshall were worried about you buddy, you hardly eat and you only talk when necessary. We want to know what's wrong." Marshall could see the worry in his eyes but knew he couldn't speak the truth. Fore even when he looked at him now he pictured his body broke and cut and him screaming in pain. "I don't need your sympathy" Chase sighed in frustration "Fine you can hide it for now but you can't keep a secret from us forever" It was true and Marshall knew it he left to the town and left his worried friend behind. As he walked through the town he saw nothing but pain in everybody and nothing but death in simple everyday objects. Where ever he walked a depressed cloud seemed to follow him. He was worried he would hurt his friends or they wouldn't come back from a mission. Marshall thought he was weak, only 5 days of the dreams and he was already seriously considering suicide. This had to stop but he didn't know what to do.
Back at the lookout the pups were having a conversation on how to help Marshall They were trying to figure out what was wrong based on his behavior and when it started. "Maybe he's got a secret crush." said Skye, a tiny cockapoo "Like who" asked a very skeptical mix breed, rocky "Maybe its Everest" "WHAT?" everybody screamed either out of surprise to the suggested inquiry or the fact that it made a lot of sense. "I doubt he has a crush" Said the water pup and chocolate lab of the team, Zuma. "Ya I highly doubt that" said the bulldog, Rubble. Chase had strangely been quiet this whole time. He was thinking to himself, the others noticed this and ask him what was up. "I was just thinking that he is a lot weirder in the morning and nighttime almost like he's afraid." The others thought back to it and realized it was the same way when they saw him too. "Well as least we have something to go on" stated Rocky as they watched Marshall arrive only to go straight for the lookout. However they did not miss the fearful glances he gave them before he went inside. "Were going to get to the bottom of this" Chase stated "even if it's the last thing we do" the others nodded and they followed him inside.
A/U- That will not be the length of the chapters if I continue this story let me know what you think.
