His Memories
Forever. Trapped forever. This is what we all face. A bleak static sky, webbed stone beneath our feet, with only pillars of dark glass for a semblance of something other than uniformity. It terrifies some, those who hadn't heard of after, the un-informed. But to those like me, who remember a small, miniscule portion of their selves before, it is a horror long forgotten. We have been here so long that the stark black and white and purple world is much better than the after of some groups. We got off without anything near close to an eternity on one lonely cactus block with a strange force healing you on the brink of death, anything near close to an endless plane of falling sand, forever falling, never hitting the ground. For us, there is only the punishment of nothing. There is no pastime in our after, and so we only can stand and wait. Occasionally the world loses focus and we shift to a different place than we were only a moment ago. This was a marvel to me in the first seven or so years. I've lost count. I think I'm about halfway through my 57th year of after. I'm not quite sure. We need no food, no sleep, and no air. We can't even close our eyes, for Notch sake! It's just infinite amounts of time, because there aren't any stars, or a moon or a sun in after. We just… exist. It's driven some insane. Or maybe they're the only sane ones. There screams are welcome in this land on silence, for once the start, they don't stop. It's a strange comfort. I think it because it reminds me of before. I am one of few who remember anything, and that something is very, very small. I only remember a room with twelve hooded figures. And a man without a hood… a man with white eyes…
Jane was afraid. Terrified, you might say. Even with a full suit of armor and a sword made of the hardest gem in the world, her knees still knocked. In a different time, the clanking would have made her laugh. It would have made… him… laugh. But for now, in this time and space, it was terrifying. A line of skeletons, a organized line of about twenty in front, twenty in back, was coordinating shots and keeping her down behind this boulder. How? And more importantly, why? Was this a world shift, a new concept of the laws of the universe? Things had changed drastically before, the time she had dubbed "Survival Test" was as far back as she could remember, but this seemed, well, different from those. For one, the bar in the sky hadn't appeared before the change, and the skeletons were communicating more to one another than she liked. But back to the task at hand. How would she get out of this? Maybe a charge into them…
*KA-BOOM*
Where was I? One second I was in my nice brick house across the river in a forest, and the next I was inside a crater. Wait, was there a hiss? It was raining. Maybe a super charged? But I wasn't wearing any armor. So why didn't I die? Anyways, I need to check on my sugar cane by that big boulder.
What was that explosion? Are the creepers all smart now too? I heard three explosions at the same time I think! Then the skeletons suddenly just, ran away. No, they didn't run. The trampled each other, this unit that was working so smoothly to pin her down, they just fled from some unknown force to the left. That was when she saw that face. The one from here dream. The face with white eyes… but wait. This man's eyes were blue. A friendly, yet battle hardened blue, like a lake full of sunken ships on a calm day. Those eyes had seen things she dared not think about, for they were too gruesome to keep in your head for more than a moment. She liked those eyes, and for some reason the looked angry.
I came to check on my cane, and I found none. It was all gone. Every last reed. And behind the boulder I used for a landmark, was a girl. She was a ginger, with deep brown eyes that looked incredibly frightened, but under other circumstances, Alex would have found quite attractive. But at the moment, these eyes seemed to belong to a thief.
"Oy, you! Where's my cane, gone yea? One day I've got stacks planted, and then I come and check on them and a girl looking like a guilty rat is hiding nearby! What you got to say for yourself, miss?
"what do I have to say for myself? You're the one who made those skellies run away wetting themselves! What did you do to make them that scared, ey?"
So she was Canadian. And a ginger. And had an attitude. He liked her already.
A.N. I finally finished chapter one! It took a while, but I will have more time soon. Review, Favorite, Follow, and stuff like that. Or not. I need a few OCs, but here are the requirements:
Mob based character (creeper, zombie, skeleton)
Gender
Any special description (does your zombie OC wear a scarf? Tell me these things!)
Thanks, and keep an eye out for chapter 2!