ACT III
Alive
1,000 MC Years (2 Earth Years) Later
Herobrine dragged his Diamond sword on the gravel of a village. Everyone was cowering from him, shutting down their lights to act as if they weren't home, or just plainly running.
He despised them.
He despised himself.
He despised 'Him'.
'NO!' He tried to erase his thought. He couldn't hate him; he gave his like to save him.
'GET OUT OF HERE HERO, NOW!' His friends quote haunted him; he left him bleeding-out on the sand of his city, only to blow up. He hated himself for leaving.
He pulled out his left hand that appeared to have a chain hanging from it. He opened his hand to reveal a small piece of metal with words on it. 'Garrett Belt,' He read. His friend handed this to him before his demise. He clenched it and stuffed it back in his pocket. He was mad at himself yet again.
He slashed a man's neck as he passed him. This was he's life now: Remembering his friend, getting angry at him, regretting, getting angry at himself, then went out for killings. He hated it, his brother hated it, everyone hated it.
He teleported back to his mansion and stared at the gun above his, normally lit, fireplace. It was the SC-2010 his friend gave him when he told him to leave. He never used it, so it remains with no magazine mounted on his wall. He walked to his room, obviously upset. He dropped on his bed and quickly fell asleep.
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Herobrine was running along with Weasel, his friend, rifle in hand firing at Creepers. Bombs going off around them, they were the two that were in a mission to take out a Creeper stronghold. He remembered it well. It felt like they were running forever when they finally took refuge under a overhang.
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"I'm coming."
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'RUN HEROBRINE!' They were running away from four Ghasts, all firing at them.
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He was in a void. No light whatsoever but one. It was a face, a familiar one at that. It was Weasel. The rest of his body appeared soon.
"I'm coming back Herobrine, and soon." He said and smiled.