CONTENT WARNING
Lots of gore, blood and death, just how we like it.
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EDIT EDIT EDIT - This was my first fanfiction, and some of the earlier chapters may not be up to scratch. Just bear with me, OK? I promise they get better as the story progresses :)
Misa
This was how it was meant to be.
The chaos of war, the thrill of intense action, the rush of hot adrenaline flooding his body. Fighting side-by-side, back-to-back with Misa under the setting sun.
Herobrine had never been happier.
He blocked, parried and hacked away relentlessly at the approaching wave of mobs, the pale half-light making his sword shine with eerie iridescence. Herobrine knew that his companion shared his thoughts; it was like they had become one - a single, lethal, unstoppable destructive force. He laughed as a zombie's head parted cleanly around the diamond blade nestled in his fist, grimacing as a hot wave of crimson splashed over his teeth and lips.
"Gross!" Misa laughed, catching a glimpse of his shocked face. "You look like a zombie, Brine! I might kill you by mistake!"
"Fat chance of that," Herobrine retorted, "You wouldn't be able to take me."
He ducked as a severed zombie limb flew over his head, aimed (intentionally) in his direction. "Missed."
Misa just laughed in response, advancing steadily towards the main bulk of mobs. All were at full health, driven crazy by the scent of fresh meat. Herobrine wasn't sure he would have dared to approach them on his own, but Misa didn't share his qualms. She would never run from a fight, and she was an outstanding at hand-to-hand combat, but still… Did she really think she could take on that gargantuan horde by herself?
Herobrine frowned. "You need some help over there?"
"Don't need your help, blue-eyes! I've got it all under con-"
Then everything went wrong.
A charged creeper, unseen in the chaos unfolding beneath the darkening sky, had scuttled under Misa's guard. She had been too late to turn, too late to react. The next thing Herobrine knew, he was flat on his back, staring dumbly at the expansive starry sky above him. He couldn't speak, couldn't hear (save for a high-pitched whistle grating on his eardrums), couldn't even turn his head to look for his companion. In his confusion, Herobrine knew that Misa probably hadn't survived a blast like that, even with her enchanted armour.
Still, if there was even the slightest chance…
He found himself inside the fresh crater in the ground, with no recollection of how he had gotten there. He had certainly broken a few bones (if the sharp pain in his side was anything to go on), and was only able to open one eye, but none of that mattered.
Only Misa mattered.
There she lay in a pool of her own blood, limbs contorted, eyes wide, taking small shallow breaths. He laid a trembling hand on her shoulder and she gasped in pain, causing him to snatch his hand away as if burnt.
Her chocolate eyes focused upon him with difficulty and he recoiled slightly, held fast in her gaze.
"It- It'll be ok," He stammered, "Everything's going to be ok."
"That's a load of crap, Brine," She smiled weakly, "I haven't got long left, and you don't look too good either." She reached up to touch his face, tried to smear away the dried blood still around his mouth.
"No no no! You're not dying on me, Misa!" Herobrine frantically rummaged in his pack for a healing potion, but found only a sticky dampness and some glass shards that shredded his shaking fingers to pieces. He didn't even notice the pain; Herobrine could only focus on one, terrifying fact.
That was his only potion. Gone.
"We won though… Didn't we?" Misa pleaded.
Vertebrae grating, blood dripping into his eyes, Herobrine craned his neck to glance upat the snarling zombies clustered around the crater rim, stumbling down the steep decline. Driven by raw, lustful hunger, they would not stop nor listen to reason.
They would not stop until he and Misa were dead.
"Yeah," He whispered, "We won."