Notice: this is part 2 in my story "New Beginnings." I honestly don't think it matters if you read the previous part as it only brings in the setting. Therefore it is rather short. This part will be much longer than the latter. This is the official beginning of ... New ... beginnings. Now we ... begin. ok just read. Oh yeah. It goes without saying that i don't own jack crap.( = ^ . ^ = ) I did use some things that helped the story move along that aren't in true minecraft. they are just things that happen to be there not actual mods or upcoming things. just saiyan.

and finally: " "= talking

' '= thinking

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Chapter 1 The creeper

Steve had never known fear like this. The creeper hadn't blown up, hadn't chased him. Was it just toying with him? Just prolonging the inevitable? 'ARGH! This waiting is killing me!' Steve screamed in his mind.
Frantically, he tore off his pack and rushed to find something with which to protect himself. Inside he found a stick, a porkchop, and piles upon piles of books. 'I wondered why it was so heavy.' he thought while pulling out the stick.
Cautiously, he peered around the corner of his house. The creeper was staring at him, its eyes full of fear. But looking closer he could see some hidden feeling. anger? Hatred, maybe... lonlieness or betrayal? It... WANTED to die. The next thing he felt was pity and compassion and THAT scared him more than the creeper itself. He felt his body relax and allowed himself to feel sorry for it. Still full of caution, he stepped out in the open, holding the stick loosly. In an instant all of the fear that it had been trying so hard to hide exploded to the surface. It clearly began to panic, shaking visibly, and lit its fuse. Steve jumped back and flinched, but instead of blowing up the creeper had only passed out. Slightly confused Steve opened his eyes and looked around. His eyes rested on the creeper. letting out a ragged sigh at what he was about to do. He bent down and quickly picked it up. As he entered his house, he looked down at the helpless creature. He set it down on his bed. Exhausted he sat down next to it. He sighed and rubbed his neck, letting his adrenaline subside. His eyes fixed upon the creeper again. Upon closer inspection he could easily make out those "certain curves" that only a woman had. He looked back and said calmly, "huh, i guess creepers are anatomically similar to humans." He blushed as he realised that he had just checked out a creeper. A chuckle escaped him and he enjoyed it for a sencond, for they were rare for him. Then a Serious Expression registered on his face. "What am i doing? I have a creeper n my house! I might as well be knocking on deaths door. There're only so many times you can do that before he opens the door!" he threw his pack on the floor and sighed. Looking at hi strange new roommate he said, "First I'll make a whole new room." he stretched his tense body. "I need my own be back." He grunted. He picked up his pack and picked up a book. "Then i''l read all a' these books.

~2 days later~

with the creeper.

'What's going on? What happened? Where am I! Oh, my head... I'm... in some kind of... room! Argh! my legs are asleep! COMEON GET UP! Oof, how long was i out?'

She sat up and looked around, finding herself in a small cabin, with a door and a few windows. outside she could just make out the red sky and haze of the setting sun. The light had begun dim with the beginning of night. As she began to get up , She froze at the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by the creak of a chest.

'That came from just outside! It's probably that human! But... why am i not dead? i'm a creeper. he's a HUMAN! we're mortal enemies! What does he want with me!'

She softly stood up and crept over to the door. She heard no sound from the other side save for the faint clink of metal and rustling of pages. She Mustered up enough courage and decided to meet with him face-to-face! having no hands the door stymied her for a few minutes. she noticed that the wood flooring protruded slightly, revealing a hidden pressure plate in front of the door. Cautiously she placed her foot upon it and stepped down slowly. The door openned slowly with how much pressure was placed upon it. She walked through slowly to make sure the door made no sound.

'An automatic door? How thoughtful.' she thought snidely, sarcasm clear in her tone. 'I don't even know what i hope to achieve with this! I can't defend myself without gunpowder! i'm just a worthless cripple.

As she stepped through the threshhold she was hit by a dazzling light. Torches lit up every inch of the room, unlike hers, which only had windows. She stumbled into the room, totally disregarding all stealth by the blindess of her sensitive eyes.

"Ah, you're awake!" He turned around, holding a freshly made iron sword and an iron mask. "TSSSK!" She hissed. realizing his appearance had disturbed her, he took off his mask and leaned the sword on a chest. "Sorry. I forgot you guys and swords don't go together." She glared at him and thought, 'Sick bastard. Getting his kicks scaring me half to death.' He turned back to his crafting table. "why don't you take a seat. I'm almost done with this thing! It's going to make things a whole lot easier!" He sounded giddy with anticipation and that unsettled her.

'Oh, dear Notch, what does he want to do to me! Experimentation? Torture? RAPE! Alright get a hold of yourself Lilian. He didn't kill you before, I'm sure he won't kill you now. He must have some reason for keeping you alive and i'm sure that it won't physically affect you in any way at all. Maybe he's just a nice guy and i saw him all wrong! But... until i know that for sure... i'm still in trouble.'

"Hey, I finished." His voice brought her mind back to earth. She found herself at some metal contraption with leather strap. "I'ts a translator!" He saw the blank look on her face and added, "With this i can understand you when you speak! Of course that is, assuming you understand me too because this will have been an effort in futilitey if you can'y. I found the recipe in one of those books in my pack. Let's just hope it works." He took a step towards her and she let out a sharp hiss. He immediatley stepped back.

'Good, he doesn't know that I can't explode! I can use that!' She took a step forward.

"Stop!" He yelled, reaching for his sword. "Please, I don't want to hurt you! I saw it! your sadness. your lonlieness. I-i just thought, th-that since we're both alone here, we could stay together. Y-you know, keep each other company. I just want to help."

She felt a pang of guilt and sadness at the desperation in his voice. He couldn't possibly be evil. The sincerity in his voice was real, and it soothed her. She could tell he was right by the look in his eyes that had mirrored hers for so long. She let go of her fear and stood still.

Understanding her change of heart, Steve let go of the sword and slowly held up the machine. He placed both hands on the contraption while cautiously walking toward her. He felt her boddy tense as he wrapped it around her neck. He strapped it in loosely but tight enough to hold. A light that she had not previously seen changed from dull rust to bright red. He turned a dial until he was happy and stepped back.

"alright," he said. "try to say something!" The nervousness in his voice was easily placed on his face. for a good minute she stood there, as thoughts and questions swarmed her mind. As many things as she would have liked to ask, all that came out was, "My name is Lilian the Creeper. Now tell me, who are you, and what am i doing here?"

YAY! First chapter is done. i hope you find it alright. it's gonna be a good chapter or so till Lily stops being all angsty though... trust me i wrote it... i know... any way i like to motivate myself and these stories with music so after each chapter i'll say whichever song made the greatest impact for whichever chapter. This one's is (dwum woll pwease!)

song: Upside down

artist: Jack Johnson

good song btw. Anyway constructive criticism is always appreciated flames are not ok but whate'er. Bye all. and stay tuned for chpt. 2!