The caves shadow.
"Running, why is it always running." A hurried voice said with a heavy breath and a taint of fear.
"Man, every time I need one small thing I stumble upon a whole legion of monsters without even trying."
He thought to himself. You could hardly tell the fear in his voice, even those who know him know he does not scare easy, and if he does he hides it well. He was in a cave that used to be a natural one, but now it was highly altered. The walls had lots of off shoots just big enough to fit in along the main shaft, the walls were made of a mix of smooth stone and cobble, showing that this was an industrial mine. No one is quite sure why it was shut down, most figure they just weren't outputting enough minerals to be profitable. The zombies were running so fast you could hear the wind rushing past them. "SENCE WHEN ARE THESE THINGS SO FAST!" He was starting to regret coming down here.. "DON'T look back, DON'T look back." he said to himself in a sing-song tone, he knew looking back he would see him, the figure cloaked in shadow, but he would make himself known soon enough. The zombies shouted at him, he had no idea what they were saying, but he knew they would not stop .till they got whatever they wanted. "Oh great" he said in a sarcastic tone, two zombies stood between him and the way to the last tunnel on his way to the exit, but they were not regular zombies. They were emitting a faint fog of shadows and there eyes were white. They shrieked a low but loud monstrous roar. "Alright!" He drew 2 cobalt short swords off of his back. "BRING IT ON" They rushed at him, but he did not flinch. They rushed at each other, each yelling war cries at the other. He lept and flipped his swords to a backhand stance and sliced them in the chest and landed in a kneeling pose with the swords stabbed in the shadow cloaked monsters. He pulled his swords out and returned them to a regular holding position, and he ran. He rushed past a corridor, just like any other, but in this one, a fog of shadows pulled together, and pillared and swirled and then dropped to the ground, and behind the veil of shadows, was a being with white eyes and no color to his skin, he was black as the shadows he veiled himself in. he looked down the main shaft at his prey, the monsters passed, and he was gone. "did you think you could escape me so easily." He said in a low, calm, somewhat unnerving voice "No, but I like a challenge." Said the runner in a mildly prideful voice. He returned the swords to there casings, he knew that there were switches to pull up ahead and he needed both hands free. "I will not stop, but your heart might if you keep this up." he heard as he saw the figure almost in the corner of his eye, in each one of the mining shafts in the wall as he walked by, a figure that was more terrifying then herobrine, but not just because of aesthetics, but because of acts. While herobrine was a myth, this figure was real, and the reality puts mythology to shame. His entire body was a dark black, as dark as the night, and he was cloaked in shadows that draped to the floor like a regal gown, but you could still see his shape, not unlike a normal person, blocky, what else.
He heard the rushing of the corridors as he ran past them. Each one he passed, 'he' was in them, he could move in such a way they if you blinked in one place he would be a chunk away in a split second. He loved mind games, back when he was not a monster, he used to simple make you think you were falling in lava then put you back were you were, or turn your diamonds into charcoal then as you used them as fuel change them back just long enough for you to see them burn up. But now, he was much more malevolent. He saw the exit, only 30 meters away. "Home stretch." He smirked with pride, then, the shadows on the walls had eyes, and the eyes jumped out of the shadows and were monsters of all types, the zombies were the most unusual of the bunch, they had an appearance mostly like the ones in the cave before, but they had long whittling fingers that ended in a point, and had curved spikes on there shoulders made of iron from there cheastplates. And in the center the shadows quickly pulled and swirled into a mound and formed the shadow shrouded man. "ERHAK" he had no time to react, and he felt the hand of the man wrap around his throat. "tisk, after all this time I thought you would have gotten through, or at least reacted and tried to fight, but no, just walked in and did not even struggle to get free, PATHETIC. " The air started to leave him one last time, when he said smugly, "But I was ready you louse." He raised his hands up above his head, and the shadowy figure looked up at his rival. "What!? But how!" he noticed that the diamond sword pendant around the choking mans neck was gone. "Sorry, but I, WIN." He swung his hands down and stabbed the apparition and with a Shrek he dropped him and stumbled back."errrhhah" He gasped in pain and stumbled backwards. "KILL HIM!" But as the monsters rushed him, he raised his hand, stabbed his pendant into the ground, and a bubble of light surrounded him forcing back all the monsters, the light faded and the monsters were all unconscious, and the figure walked towards the crater he placed when he teleported away. He looked smug, like he had won. "really? Such a cheep escape after all this time, your getting slow."
"not really, just giving you a break."
and the last bit of light faded. But the figure turned and he saw the door was open. "You are getting slow." He turned, and told he monsters. "alright, you are to find the players who held us back for so many years. And offer the others there lives if they tell us where jon_5_of_10."
Real me:That's it for page one, I hope you enjoy it, while your at it, leave a review and a comment, also tell your friends about me so my work can get noticed and I'll put out more like it.
Jon: Hey, I thought you were being original, but that sounds like herobrine.
"THUNDER"
HEROBRINE: I can assure you its not.
Real me: Uh hey there.
HEROBRINE: I like the work your doing, keep up the good work, but one question.
Real me:Shoot.
HEROBRINE: Do you intend to break the 4th wall?
Real me: Maybe, I prefer to let my stories play out and just roll with it.
Feint thunder roll.
Jon: Hey, he's gone.
Real me: ehh, oh well, he's not in this story anyway. OH, and when you review, please leave suggestions, sorry, no pms at this time, if I do take questions/suggestions that way, I'll say in this segment in a future page.
Jon: SEE YA.
