Wrong by Dove Staar
Dove POV
I have many enemies, some which are brainless. Skeletons, zombies, etc. But most are the warm, loving, kind-hearted people that live in our glorious kingdom, Minecraftia. Sarcastically speaking.
My name is Dove. Well my first name is. I don't like my last name and only use it to strangers. Besides, people who know me (all of Minecraftia) would call me Death. I'm not really sure how that relates to my name but whatever. I really don't care. Wanted posters are all over the kingdom for me because I killed… er… King Brine… a very… important king. Yeah. Either way, I have no friends. I use to have a family. My mother and father was killed by Team Crafted. I don't really care. I never really knew them. My uncle was shot to death by Ssundee. I don't care. I only met him a week, and to me he was annoying. My sister, the only one to care for me, was thrown in jail and sentenced to death by someone known as Deadlox for a crime she didn't commit. Like I said, I don't care.
In fact, the only reason I am not dead for killing that king was because I saved his soul from the nether. Otherwise, I am banned from Minecraftia. I am not much of a killer, I only caused that one death. Oh, I can hold well against skeletons and the undead and such, my years of training with the assassins served well,(even if I hardly killed anyone, I was still to be reckened with) but the only way they could hope to defeat me was battling together in large groups. Right now, I was checking my surroundings, scouting the forest around what is said to be Team Crafted's main base.
I was hired to assassinate them. No problem. I had no help, unless you count my kitten Tiger. A real sweetheart. I was dressed in black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and black boots, with my three bracelets. My ankle long hair was in a ponytail and it swished as I looked for a safe place to camp. There. A hidden spot right at the doors to take a hostage. I smirked and sat there, waiting for what seemed like ages. Spotting the door opening, I slipped on my purple glowing headphones and cranked up the song. Witchcraft by Nightcore. Smirking, I brought out my twin blades and pounced on my victim. I placed both on his neck and whispered in his ear.
"Don't move, don't scream, or else you will die quicker. Nod if you understand." He carefully nodded. I didn't know who he was, but I knew he was part of Team Crafted, judging by the mark on his hand. His death would mean nothing. I was trained that way. Death was only a part of life, it meant nothing. I guess that is why people called me Death. My dark amethyst eyes hardened and I smirked.
"Mitch! What do you want with him?!" Six people came running out the house. I smirked. The rest of Team Crafted. Perfect. One of them, a brown haired fluffy bacca, tried to get closer but I pushed the swords closer to Mitch's neck.
"Take one step closer, and he is through." He was gonna die in the first place anyway. The boys glared and I smirked a mouth full of white teeth. They all glared and I whispered in Mitch's ear. "Say goodbye." All of a sudden, a pig hit my arm, causing my grip to slacken and Mitch to escape.
All members of Team Crafted immediately jumped for me. My song repeated and my eyes widened for just a millisecond. I bared my teeth and punched the first person to come at me. A dude with a mudkip head in a suit. He fell backwards and I back flipped out of a golden sword's path. Straight into the fluffy dude. I growled and kicked backwards, to meet with nothing but air.
"Grab the rope!" "Hold her tight Jerome!" "Get all her weapons!" A pair of hands grabbed my twin swords, my silver dagger, my bow and arrows, and my diamond axe, Peace. Another went for my headphones, but I struggled harder to keep them on.
"Let her keep the headphones. You can't kill anyone with music," a dude with his own headphones said. Ropes were tightly tied around my ankles and wrists and I was ceremonially dropped to the ground. I winced as I fell on my half covered face. I glared up at the members of Team Crafted. They glared right back. One of them kneeled by me, one with an orange helmet.
"Who sent you here? And why kill Mitch?" he spoke with a gentle voice to me. I bared my teeth and spat in his face. He simply stood up and cleaned his face. "Best take her to the dungeons. She is no use until Ian can get the potion ready." They all nodded. The one with the golden amulet bent down and I saw a flash of a sword's handle. Then darkness.
A/N
Hey guys. Dove here! Hope you like the story. I need female OC's to be put in le story here. Only four slots. Don't ask to be someone's pairing or anything okay? I have it all planned out. Hope you like!