It had been three days since the 'game' had started, and Kevin Bedrock was almost ready to end it. That… that, thing, was watching him, he knew it. It was waiting for night to fall, it couldn't come out in the day, Kevin was sure of this. He never saw it in the day, it only came out at night. There were still a few minutes before the sun set, he could finish before then. Kevin painted the last few runes on his sword. Yes, it was done. With this sword and the dark magic it held he could finally kill that monster. The book that had given him the knowledge to enchant this blade without the limitations of an enchanting table had cost him dearly; his beloved wife would be avenged. The sun finally set. It was time to end this. As though on queue, the chilling feeling of being watched crept over Kevin. He raised his sword, ready to face the monster. He turned around slowly. In the shadows of the trees were two white glowing eyes. For what felt like hours the beast and his quarry stared at each other. Eventually the white eyes advanced and a figure seemed to simply materialize around them, backlit by the full moon just above the tree line. The beast was grinning far beyond any human limits, dragging a diamond pickax along the dirt behind it. Any fear Kevin might have felt was drowned out by rage. This thing had killed countless people and his precious Julia, if he had to die to kill this thing, than so be it. The creature finally charged, laughing in its insane, twisted pleasure. It swung its pick. Kevin managed to dodge the attack, but only barely. Strike after narrowly missed strike, Kevin evaded every attack by a hair, waiting patiently for his chance to strike back. The beast raised his pickax high above his head. Now! Kevin swung his sword. Nothing seemed real, he felt a slight resistance in his blade, something blue turned red, there was the smell of iron, and a diamond pickax hit the ground. Kevin watched as the black magic from his sword did its work… or, was supposed to. The monster stumbled back a few steps, holding the gash in its abdomen. In a matter of seconds it would be killed by the virus like curs that was surly destroying whatever soul it might have had, but it never stopped laughing, instead its soft chuckle rose to insane laughter. It didn't fall. Why wasn't it dieing? It should be dead by now, that cursed sword should have killed it. It spoke. "What made you think black magic could save you?" It laughed again and approached Kevin slowly, retrieving its pickax. Kevin took a step back. It should be dead now, why wasn't it dead? There was nothing else to do, that had been his last card. "No, not even god can save you now." Kevin couldn't move, why couldn't he move? He had to run, and now. The pickax went up, and came down in the center of his chest. Kevin felt himself die as the greatest abomination in the history of Minecraftia laughed in his face.
Herobrine's smile faded a little. His game was over, and now he'd probably have to answer to Notch, but it was worth it. It was so much more fun when they thought they had a chance.
