Jeez, this isn't even 300 words IT'S SO SHORT! TIME TO RE-WRITE!

Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft

Deadlox's POV

The stone ground beneath our feet clacked as we cautiously crept through the cave. Ahead of the group was Sky, butter sword in hand, followed closely by Husky, wielding an iron pickaxe. I was at the back of the group, watching out for a sneak attack, while Jason was far ahead of us, letting us all know if there was any danger ahead. The rest of the Team, Jerome, Mitch and Ssundee were out hunting for food. Seto was still on that meeting thing with other sorcerers, I didn't care too much about it.

So, you know, normal day in the life of Team Crafted.

Until, suddenly, my head started to throb. I felt my pupils dilate as I stumbled back, leaning against the wall and clutching my head, by bangs swaying in front of my eyes, but luckily continuing to keep the left one covered.

'Oh no…' Dread filled by heart as I realized there was only one possible way for me to feel this kind of pain.

"Uh, Deadlox, are you OK?" I lifted my head, which was suddenly quite strenuous, to see Sky staring at me, worry evident even with his eyes hidden by those dark glasses. Husky also turned to me, only just having noticed I had fallen behind.

"U-Uh, I'm, I'm fine!" I manage to stutter out, trying to sound normal as my stomach began to twist itself into knots. "Just a litt-tle headache, th-that's all!"

"You sure dude? Jason asked, who had noticed the hold-up and come to check on us.

"Y-yeah, you guys go o-on ahead, I'll ju-just hang up here a bit, I'll ca-atch up…" I insisted, beginning to get desperate.

Jason turned to the others, and they shared a glance. It was clear neither of them believed me, though they shared a nod and told me they'd go on ahead anyway.

Once my friends were out of listening range, I let myself collapse onto the ground, clutching my stomach with hand, the other in a fist on the stone floor, attempting to hold myself up. I coughed violently, cringing as my mouth was filled with a metallic taste and a deep, red liquid splattered to the floor. My suspicions were only confirmed when the blood darkened to a deep shade of purple.

"E-Enderlox…"

"You called?"

There he was. The voice inside my head, who I thought I'd gotten rid of years ago. "I al-already banished you, dammit, w-why are you here!?"

"Now, is that anyway to treat an old friend?"

"We are not friends."

"Whatever."

"What do you w-want, anyway? You can't d-do anything, you can't fight me!"

"Oh, but I can! Just you watch…"

I was about to ask what he meant by that when a throbbing pain erupted from my chest, spreading through my body. I couldn't help but scream out at the pain. As I staggered, attempting to remain standing, my hair fell over my right eye. As it was uncovered I felt a stabbing pain in my eye, as if a large needle was poking it. The pain I felt earlier was concentrated into my spine as ripped black and grey wings sprouted out of my back. I travelled down to my tailbone and only spread as a spikey tail burst through my skin, and grey horns sprouted from my head. My skin burned as it was covered with black scales in certain areas, specifically around my new wings and tail. I barely noticed the green light from my headphones turning purple as I felt like I had been ripped from my own body.

The pain faded, almost as suddenly as it appeared. My hand moved, but not of my own accord. On it's own, it turned as I stared at it, clenching as a grin spread across my face.

"Oh, how I love proving people wrong!" the voice came out my mouth, but it was not mine. It was deeper, and seemed to echo around the room and in my head. My head tilted back in a chilling laugh, filled with madness and insanity.

"STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!" I tried to yell, trapped inside my own mind. "STOP THIS GODDAMMIT!"

"Easy, easy…I'm not gonna take over yet, I'm not even strong enough yet! No, you can keep your precious body for a little longer…my lovely host…" he said, brushing my hair back into position dismissively

Pain spread through 'my' body once again, but instead of getting progressively painful, it seemed to fade as my spine retracted back to that of a regular human, horns retracting, scales fading away. I blinked and panted as I regained control of my body, headphones fading back to green. The blood I had coughed up earlier returned to it's regular crimson as I staggered to my feet.

I clenched my fists and my breath hitched, as the depth of the situation truly sunk in.

"He's back…"

Muuuuuch better! I'll probably keep most of Author's Notes the same for the rest of the chapters, but until then, this is Midnight Blaze, signing out!