A/N REVIEW FOO

Herobrine peered around the corner, checking the coast, but it was too smoky to see. He placed his hand upon the bricks to push himself off, but quickly took it off, it was hot, too hot. Cursing he spat on his hand, trying to cool the burn. Pain ran up his arm, Herobrine shrugged it off adding it too the list of injury's he already had.

As quietly as he could, he ran down the street, trying to get as much space as he could between him and the Palace before the alarm went off. Behind him, once caged monsters started pouring out of the ruins of the now open prison. He felt guilty for letting loose these monsters but there was nothing he could do about it now, he had to hope these innocent villagers lived through the knight

Seeing a opening between houses he quickly jogged through the small gap, leaping into a nearby bush as a large noise started sounding. The Prison Guards had finally escaped the ruins and sounded the alarm.

He rolled out of the bush and got to his peered side to side, spotting no one he crossed the road to the opposite house. The house was large, with two stories and many large windows, there were no lights so he presumed that no one lived there. Quietly he opened the house of the door next to him. He went through the living room and past the kitchen and out the back door. Using his shoulder, Herobrine smashed through the fence, waking the houses occupants and ran through the gap. Without his knowledge a single redstone torch appeared, in the gap in the fence, and for a single second, two white glowing eyes.

The next morning the ragged and bloodstained villagers come across the torch and stare at it with hollow eyes, wonder where it came from, then place it back down and continue searching the houses ruins for bodies.

Steve picked up his sword and put on his cape. With a heavy heart he walked outside and stopped at some stairs. He looked down and saw the remainder of his men. There was pitiful few left. The night Herobrine escaped had also let loose hundreds of creepers, zombies, skeletons and spiders. His brave men had sacrificed their lives protecting the few villagers they managed to warn, before the bloodshed had started.

That night had been filled with screams as people were being ripped to shreds, blown up, shot, or even eaten alive only to have never ending torment of becoming a zombie. Villagers had tears running down their face as they killed zombies that until moments before had been friends, family, neighbors.

Steve looked up to the sky. It was blue without a cloud, so peaceful, yet so cruel. It said nothing about the horrendous night they all experienced. Nothing about the pain in their hearts.

He would avenge this night no matter what it took.

He would find and kill Herobrine.

But for now he placed his cape on the ground and walked away.

Farewell Mates

(P.S THERE IS MORE READ ON)

-Midge