Chapter 1 takes place in Minecraft.

"Mother!"
I was used to inmates breaking down when their execution came. I'd heard inmates scream, sob, pass out, go insane, refuse to speak, refuse to eat, try to kill themselves. So this prisoner's shrieking for his parents did not faze me.
"LionelSpyr09962, you are accused of the armed robbery of the NPC village Harmonia, the murder of your wife LisSpyr0404,
the arson of your family home, the manslaughter of your mother in law Emily Hart, and the attempted murder of your children RebeccaSpyr02, JodieSpyr04, MillySpyr07 and HarrySpyr09. How do you plead?"
"Save me Mother!" wept Lionel. He crumpled onto his knees, and began to rock back and forth, sobbing. "I didn't do it! It wasn't me! Please Mother, help me, save me!"
"So you plead innocent," I muttered. I quickly flipped through my papers on Lionel. He had shoplifted a newsagent's once when he was twelve, but otherwise no criminal record.
"Lionel, please state your alibi for the 12th of January if you did not do these things."
"I WAS WITH MY FATHER!" shrieked Lionel, suddenly angry. "HE WAS FISHING WITH ME!"
Before I had looked up at him I heard a scream.
I looked to my right to see Corporal Jameson on the floor. She was breathing heavily and sharply, and there were six arrows sticking out of her chest, leaving behind a strange greenish-red stain on her uniform.
I looked back, and saw Lionel holding a bow.
"JAMESON!" I screamed, just as Private Morthon sprinted towards his fast weakening girlfriend. He yanked the arrows from her chest, and held her in his arms, hugging her to his chest, and pulling a bottle filled with bright red liquid from his belt. Another arrow went flying through the air before the potion reached her lips. It was tipped in dark, reddish-black goo, drips of it soaring away and burning the skin of all those it touched. I screamed, before the Private stuck out a single,
rectangular arm to block the arrow - with little success.
The arrow pierced Private Morthon's skin and burned and tore its way through. Morthon made no sound. He simply went deathly white as blood streamed from the ragged skin that edged the smoking hole in his arm, gasping as it cooled with a faint sizzle. It was then that the arrow hit Jameson. She did not have any energy left; she simply fell backwards, blood spouting from the puncture marks that littered her chest and forehead. Her eyes rolled back and went glassy, and her items burst out in a ring around her.
"JAMESON! JAMESON! NO!" I screamed. Morthon dragged himself to his feet, stumbled over to his dead lover's body, and let out a hopeless scream of rage and sorrow. Tears poured from his glassy eyes as he collapsed into Jameson's lifeless arms and his items lay around him.
"MORTHON!" I cried. "Morthon... Jameson... Dammit!"
"We become what we behold..."
I shrieked as the cold voice of Lionel pierced the air and I instinctively grabbed the emergency fireaxe from its case on the wall. As its blade shone, I swung it down, intent on slicing this man into ribbons.
Lionel remained calm. Without even removing his hands from his bright orange pockets, he stepped out of the way and the axe's blade bounced off the obsidian wall. I whipped round to face him, only to find the impact had shattered the axe.
I instead pulled a diamond sword from my belt. It was my best weapon; glowing with Fire Aspect, Sharpness, Looting and Bane of Arthropods thanks to the city spider problem. I prayed quickly, and then charged.
Lionel was amazing. Out of nowhere, he pulled on a full set of enchanted diamond armour, and downed a bottle of Potion of Fire Resistance. Swearing under my breath, I swung my sword at a chink in the defenseless prisoner's chestplate, and found my sword countered by an axe.
There was a loud clang of diamond striking diamond, both weapons gleaming in the sunlight as I engaged in battle with Lionel. He was swift and strong, and though his diamond axe was chipped and unenchanted, it was as strong as my sword.
Attack after attack was blocked until finally, in a panick, I leapt into the air, span around and sliced down. Lionel brought up his axe to counter and I quickly changed angle, performing a deadly uppercut that cut his armour in half. I placed a foot on his bare chest, and kicked his axe away. "Go ahead, Mayhew. You have me. Kill me now, and a deadly criminal is gone forever." Lionel's face was streaked with tears, but his mouth was stretched into a wide smirk. I felt no mercy towards him, and I lifted my sword above my head, ready to cut. Then I saw it.
His eyes, previously burning with hate, were now filled with tears. In them, I could see the pure fear consuming him. Slowly,
I lowered my sword. Then suddenly, I screamed in anger and threw my sword across the room, where it shattered against the wall. "We become what we behold," said Lionel calmly. "We shape our tools and our tools shape us."
Then he dragged a Potion of Harming from his inventory.
"Lionel," I whispered.
He looked up at me, and before I could move he had grabbed my head and was kissing me. Hard, fast kisses, from a desperate man. Then he slowly raised the bottle to his lips.
"My mother told me you were dead," he muttered. Then he gulped the potion, and silently gagged as it burnt his throat,
and he crumpled to the ground, dying. Smoke rose from between his lips, his skin sizzling as his neck was slowly burnt off his shoulders. "El... len..." he gasped, his voice punctuated with sizzles. "I... will... see you... ag... ain..."
I let out a desperate shriek as his eyes became glassy, my emotions tangled in a mess of grief, hatred, happiness and sadness.
"Ellen," said a calm, smooth voice.
I turned sharply, pulling a backup diamond sword, glowing bright with Sharpness and Fire Aspect, from my inventory, ready to strike. However, the man I saw there was not one I could kill. "There has been enough violence today General Mayhew. This man can return to his cell. He will be executed another day."
"He's dead."
"Look."
I looked, and saw that "Lewis... I..." Before I knew what was happening, I had fallen into my superior's arms, sobbing and wailing.
"Ellen." Now the Fuhrer's voice was stern. "Compose yourself."
I nodded and through tears I walked away, to my office. Morthon... Jameson... both dead, and their killer still alive... I thumped my fist down onto the table.
"Damn you Lionel..." I murmured as my face grew sticky from drying tears. "DAMN YOU!" I undressed and lay on my bed, sobbing as Lionel's words echoed through my mind.
We become what we behold...
It was true. I had seen Morthon and Jameson murdered and had alsmost become a murderer. I sorted through my jewellery, finding only a small golden bracelet. It had belonged to Jameson...
Suddenly a voice was echoing round the room.
"Ellen! ELLEN!"
I screamed and threw myself down on my bed, clutching a pillow to my ears, but the voice only got louder.
"Ellen. I don't have much time... I'm coming back for you, I promise. I will create a new account and return to your side, but for now, I need to meet you in real life. LionelSpyr09962 was just my tag. My real name is Matthew Londus and I'm sixteen,
and I'll see you at the cemetery tomorrow, alright? I'm sorry... goodbye..."
I wondered how he knew my real name. My tag was originally xXxGirlGamerxXx and I had changed it to GeneralMayhew09 when I was employed in the police force. Only the other police officers knew my name...