The metal air felt hot on me. The ground was cold and dreary. I heard no moans, even though I was pretty sure that place was worse than the Nether. I was always the silent person on the outside there, even though I was screaming on the inside. It was their fault for everything, and they showed no mercy when no outcome came. What did they do instead? The continued.
I didn't have a name like other people you might know. The called me Experiment 1. I didn't like it- they all had names like Mark and Helen. They had actual names to call each other by when they needed them.
Oh, yeah. The called me Experiemnt 1 for two reasons. One, I was being tested for litterly every power known to any Minecraftian. What I mean is, they were trying to see if a human could withstand abnormal powers such as teleporting like an enderman, resistant to fire like a blaze, and unable to get damaged. Two, I was the first one to be tested on.
Yeah, it would be totally awesome to have those abilities, right? Like, who wouldn't want to fly around looking epic or fighting in the Hunger Games like a boss? Well, the thing is, no matter the number of times they tried, none of their injections or anything worked. That's right, almost every day I go through two hours of pain, even more sometimes, for nothing. And that's been happening for three years.
When I was six, I was just a happy child. Of corse, it's not like I remembered that life or anything. Scientists were greedy with their experiments and such, like trying to go into the Void, Shape-Shifting, making Jet Packs, and all of that jazz. Well, they had just that one idea that one time, and were too selfish to try it on themselves. They wanted to do it on some innocent child, like me.
I didn't remember my parents, my life, if I ever cried, or if I ever had any friends. All I held onto for three years was my hope that things would never get better. And, hey, they did a little.
Roxanne was her name. She was the only person who actually showed mercy for me, and didn't agree with the whole thing. She was eighteen years old, and was successful in her job. She didn't want to quit, and held onto hope that the experimenting would stop. When she was is the room with me, she tried to make it as less painful as possible. She felt guilt, she told me, and that she would stop the whole operation someday. That's what she always had talked about.
I was nine then, in my cell, when I had heard footsteps down the hall. They were going fast too. I ran up from my spot in the corner and glanced out through the bars. Roxanne was running down the hallway with keys.
I don't know if you can imagine the weird jolt of nervousness that came across me. I was confused, would I be let out? Was I free? Roxanne unlocked the door and opened it up. Her eyes were filled with great worry.
"Look, Hero..." She started. "Excuse me?" That wasn't my name. I never had one. Roxanne showed a weak smile. "You deserve a actual name like that after these three years," She shook her head. "Look, I set off an explosive on this Lab. The exit is right down the hall. You need to run and get the heck out of her in less than two minutes." She looked calm, but there was panic in her voice.
"What? What did you do?!" I was just a nine year old, I had no idea what was going on. Roxanne took a deep breath. "I'm getting you out of here. No more questions. I don't care what will happen to me, I just want to know that you get out safe." She stared at me. "Got it?" I nodded. I had no idea what was going to happen next.
Not wasting any more time, I bolted out into the hallway, and other people behind bars were yelling. I didn't care, even though I was quivering in my knees. I stepped onto a pressure plate and the iron door guarding the exit opened, opening me up to the blocky world I had forgotten.
I had to take it all in quickly. I gasped with suprise. I had always seen bland colors before like gray and white. But the actual world was a whole new dimention to me. The sun was just setting in the distance, and it looked stunning through the forest the building was located in. I stood there for a while, admiring the view.
That's when I heard a yell. I whirled around and saw Roxanne sprinting towards me. "Hero! Go already!" Fear sprang back to me. I ran like I was in a race out into the forest. I heard near-silent hissing as I reached a clearing. Light traces of smoke fizzed upon the ground near the lab. That was the moment I finally realized what was happening.
The force of the TNT explosion knocked me backwards. I banged my head, hurt my arms, and my back suffered great pain. I screamed. But in that same instant, it was all over.
I was crying from the pain, and I saw I was on one heart. There was a massive crater where the magnificent lab once stood. It took a few seconds to process in my mind. Forgetting all of the pain on me, I rushed towards the crater. "Roxanne?!" I yelled, helplessly into the abyss. No response ever came back. I couldn't see that far down, but it was enough to know the true fact. Everyone in the lab, except me, was dead.
That's when I couldn't take it. I burst out into sobs. I was crying of the pain, the death, and everything. Why had it to be me? I could have been a totally normal child, living a normal life of a Minecraftian, but instead I had to suffer so much.
It also made me realize that I had to move foward. There was no going back to the past, so I had to figure out what to do next. So, still crying, I walked silently towards the exit of the forest. I had no idea where I was going, but I hoped with the remains of my hope that I would find a better life that I already had. And that leads up to where I am now.
My name is Hero. I don't know how long I'll last in the "real world", but I hope it's enough. This begins the mark of my story, the story that changed the World of Minecraft forever.