The Pride of PvP Chapter 1: A Second Chance, a minecraft fanfic

I know, hate me. ANOTHER fanfic. It's just, piled with an excellent fanfiction based of PVP servers, the name of which escapes me, and again playing on a PVP server which I have been on for a long time... I just couldn't help it! So this story is based about as far back as I remember clearly my experiences in . The flashbacks are hazy bits even further back. This story may be quite long, been playing since... hmmm... January. Yeah. Watch out! IK PVP!

The entire base was in chaos. People ran everywhere, carrying all sorts of things. The roof spilled debris as the attackers thundered across. Skull came up to me. "They're coming. We're going to have to get out of here, now!"

"What about the others?" I whispered, my hands indicating at the crowd.

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My breath came in tattered gasps, my lungs stones in my chest. I had been walking for days, trekking through this disaster site that is my home. My damaged iron sword was held in my limp hand, not much use for a weary traveller.

Before me stretched the sea, endless as the sky. I've no idea how far the waters go for. As I climb a hill, I debate silently whether or not to sail across. I have one boat left- this isn't the first expanse of water I've crossed, but often they'd break before I got across.

I don't know how I missed the structure, but only when I had descended the hill did I see it- a small hut of obsidian, coated in forever-flowing water that glinted in the sun like falling crystals. My legs instantly tensed, waiting for the hut's inhabitants to attack. Obsidian being as hard as it was, they must have been very high-tech to have it built like that. I wondered if I should flee, but when no sound came from inside, curiosity got the better of me. I near-tiptoed around the base. Water surrounded the entire thing, but two doors lay under an overhang providing shelter. I ducked through the water and peered through the minuscule windows over the two doors.

The room was pure obsidian, but dust lay as heaps over the chests placed along the walls, and caught between torches and walls. Abandonment seemed to seep from the room, and I grinned in my luck. Perhaps there would be something useful in the chests. I was tired of having to hunt on the go, sometimes I'd been so desperate I'd had to eat my kill raw.

The temptation was too strong; I punched out, desperate to get inside. The sound of metal on wood stopped me, and I looked down.

The door was locked.

I'm not going to write what I said then. I held the lock in frustration. An idea came to me- if it was as old as I thought, my sword should be able to break it. Desperate, I held the weapon to the lock.

It was too small for me to swing and not miss. I would have to hope the metal was soft. The sword pressed into the lock, I pushed and counted slowly to ten.

Half the lock fell down and landed, not kindly, on my foot. I grimaced and smiled at the same time, a strange sensation I assure you. The rest of the lock came out at my will, and, sheathing the sword, I pushed the doors.

Creaking like the screech of a cave of bats, they opened and I stepped inside, closing them behind me. I looked in awe at the chests, and daringly opened one.

"Mother of Notch!" It was full of riches, iron, gold, redstone, diamonds! I opened another: Blaze rods, ghast tears and the like greeted me. Like a child I opened each container, my smile growing at each rare item.

At last I had seen it all, and a strange thought came to me. Why not stay?

My eyes were blurred by tears, but my memory knew what was before me. The squat structure was gone, replaced with rubble. My home was gone. Standing in shock around me others were wandering around, trying to pick anything out of the ruin. I didn't want to go near it. I didn't want to uncover the tunnel only to see the hundreds of corpses, unable to flee their doom. I turned away, but I was seen.

"What do we do now?" The asker was a young girl, about ten years of age. Her eyes were wide with horror.

I looked around at the crowd, and realised, with the others gone, I was now their leader.

"We build anew."

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I shoved aside my past and set to work. The lock was broken, but I found another in a chest, along with it's key. This I fit firmly on the doors, shutting them tight. Then I grab some wood from a chest, with which I make a crafting table. I make a few more chests, placing them around the room. Placing them down, I set about sorting out the chests.

The chests are many, as are their contents. Finally I place the last item, and grin in my freedom. A look through the door's windows show it is early morning- I worked through the night. My entire body felt it would collapse, so I decided to be lenient with myself. Pulling out a few pieces of wool, I place them on the floor. They're so thick that I lie down and instantly sink into it. It's so comfortable I swiftly fall asleep.

The building grows quickly. Nostalgia and my instructions cause the builders to have it much like the original base, the ruin of which lies at the bottom of the valley. We've placed our new base on the neck of a mountain, hoping it will protect us more from attackers. I look across the plain, my back to the ruin, looking at the river. Then someone comes up behind me.

"Miss! We've got an idea!"

I turn around, grinning at his self-pride. Then I look at the double-walled, water blast-protected base. "Amazing."

Nothing could touch us now...

Footsteps on the grass. I held still, waiting for the creeper or animal to pass. A deep sigh came from outside, and I nearly flipped, realising a person was outside. I tiptoed over to a chest, wherein I found a diamond sword. The chest lid was heavy, though, and it fell down on the container quite loudly. The footsteps silenced, and I froze. Then something came over me, and I pushed the doors aside, undoing the lock, and turned to face my attacker.

I did not expect the man before me to look so ragged. His clothes were torn and his face was gaunt with hunger and weariness. He held a half-broken wooden sword, but it dragged on the ground.

Seeing this man, I was instantly reminded of how I was only yesterday; starving, tired to the bone, unable to stop moving on. I pulled from my bag some cooked porkchop, throwing it to his feet. Without thinking, he kelt for it and stuffed it in his mouth.

Pitifully, I asked, "do you want to come inside?" He looked up from me, suspicion glinting in his eyes. His vision constantly flicked from me, the house, and my sword, which I tentatively placed into the sheath on my belt.

Then it seemed his suspicion cracked, and he happily followed me inside.

So, obviously, some of this stuff is fictionized... It'd be a bit boring If I said just what really happened :P. I remember not the guys name... uh.. I think it started with 'D'... *brain spouts a huge collection of names starting with 'D'* Pfft. Well, You'll see me when you see me. BYE!