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My Hero Complex Strikes Again
It was, yet again, another dull day in my life. I went to boring Middleton High School in the middle of uneventful Pennsylvania. Day in and day out I do the same things over and over again in the exact same order. Basically, I was in a rut that I knew I was unlikely to ever rid myself of. I barely had any friends if that's what you would call them. They were the only ones who were civil to me. The only problem with them though was that they didn't even exist to anyone other than myself.
You see when I was younger, I was diagnosed with a rare form of Asperger's Syndrome, a disease that was a mild form of autism. It was rare because it made me socially awkward and gave me a slight fear of other people. However, it seemed to increase my intelligence to that of a 25 year old while I was only 17.
Sadly, because of that, I was the prime target of bullies. The bullies of the entire school seemed to team up on me. From the Jocks to the Delinquents I was merely a verbal, and sometimes literal, punching bag. This, of course, was absolutely no help for my social standing.
Yet, for some reason, I was secretly happy that I was the one getting bullied and not the other "nerds" and "freaks". I had a strange sense of pride that by being bullied I was saving others from being bullied themselves. Even if the "nerds" and "freaks" never really even thanked me, I could tell they were grateful by the apologetic looks I would receive in the halls or during lunch.
My only refuge to my own personal Hell was reading and learning about new and interesting things. Things like the ins and outs of basic construction and crafting of tools. In all reality, however, they were random things that just happened to catch my attention.
I had just finished my last day of my first month of school and was headed home when I heard a strange noise coming from an abandoned building that I lived across from. The 3 story building was an old apartment complex that just sort of fell apart. The paint that used to be a vivid blue was now pale and peeling with gang signs spray-painted over it. Some of the windows were chipped and one of them was broken from a baseball that went through it while some kids from my neighbourhood were playing a makeshift game. The door was old and smelled from water damage because a pipe in one of the upper floors burst and was never fixed. The water was turned off, but there was always a constant drip…...drip…...drip that could be heard if you payed close enough attention. The place was a perfect spot for squatters to live in. The copper was long gone from the stippers that fell upom the poor building like a pack of starving vultures.
It never crossed my mind that I shouldn't go into the foreboding building, because I was hearing what sounded like a young child crying.
Another thing about me that nobody understands. I have a hero complex and would throw myself in front of a speeding bullet to save a random persons life. In fact, once I did throw myself in front of a bullet. However, that's a story for a different time.
I entered the building with one thought on my mind. "Save the child, get them out of here." As I entered the first floor, I noticed that the place seemed more damaged than it should've been. Sure, squatters and copper-strippers had ransacked the place, but the place looked like it had been scorched and blown all to Hades.
There were holes that should've knocked the building down a long time ago. Yet, by some miraculous force was holding the building together.
I walked through the first floor hallway that branched off into different sections of the building with caution. I knew I was being ridiculous, but one could never be too careful in an abandoned apartment complex.
Who knew? Maybe you could meet a seemingly nice old lady, but then when you decline the snacks she offers, she turns into a raving lunatic with a craving for blood. As she swung the cleaver in her left hand toward your jugular she screams "YOU DIDN'T ACCEPT MY OFFER!? THEN YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE!"
Then again, maybe I was just allowing my unusual fear of creepy old ladies get the best of me.
As I shook my head to clear out that unpleasant thought, I realized that I had come to a choice. The left hallway was dark and foreboding with most of the lights flickering. The right hallway looked surprisingly cared for, as if the people that squatted there cared what other people saw when they entered their home. I strained my ears to try and pinpoint the direction the cries were coming from.
*sniff…...sniff…. I just want to go home. Big sister, where are you?*
"It sounded like it was coming from the left" I deduced. "Aw man, why couldn't it have been to the right? It looks nice down there at least!"
I started heading down the left hallway when I noticed a glint of metal underneath a pile of rubble. I walked toward it and examined the rubble to try and find any traps. Again, I know, kind of stupid, but when you're alone most of the time, you tend to play a lot of video games.
After I deemed it clear I started to move the rubble to get to the metal underneath.
What I had found was nothing like I expected it to be. It was a double edged silver blade almost three feet in length and about 2 and a half inches in width. The hilt was a simple sturdy yet light leather.
The sound of a weeping child, I had yet to discern if the child was a boy or a girl, brought me back to my senses after examining the sword. I quickly put the blade in between my belt and my pants. I know, another stupid idea, but at the time I wasn't thinking about my own safety.
After pinpointing the general direction of the sound I quickly made my way up to the 3rd floor hallway. After another few seconds of straining my ears I located the door that the sound seemed to be coming from. After a few seconds hesitation, I slowly raised my hand and softly knocked on the door.
The crying stopped almost immediately. At first, I thought that the child was shocked that someone had heard them, but soon after the crying had intensified and the child started screaming. "NO! Leave me alone! Don't hurt me! Go away!"
I started panicking inside my head, trying to figure out the best way to calm the young girl, if going by the voice is any clarification, down to a level where I could help her.
"Hey, there's no need to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. I heard you crying from the street and I came inside to see if you were hurt and needed help. Don't worry, I can help you find your sister if you like?" I softly called through the door.
She seemed to quiet down a bit and the frantic crying subsided to quiet hiccups. I hoped she was contemplating allowing me to help and not just ignoring me.
"You'll really help me?" she asked.
"Of course I would. Why wouldn't I help you?" I replied.
"The meanies that were here before scared me and chased me through this place before I came up here. They didn't follow me afterwards so I hid up here and have been waiting for my sister."
"Well, don't worry, I'm nothing like those big meanies okay?" I reassured her.
For a few seconds I couldn't hear anything and I was afraid something had happened, but after almost a minute, I heard shuffles which I assumed were her footsteps and the door click unlocked. After about another half-minute the door slowly opened to reveal a young girl no older than 9 that had green clothes on and a strange looking hat on her head. She nervously looked up at me with her puffy dark green eyes and whispered, "Can you help me find my sister?"
I kneeled down so I was eye-to-eye with her, smiled as reassuringly as possible, and nodded my head.
Her eyes widened and she shot at me and wrapped her arms around my neck and sobbed, nearly choking me to death. However, I couldn't care less because this girl needed some comfort and I would be damned if I didn't give it to her.
"Shh, it's okay little one, let it out. If you need to cry all night then I'll stay here with you if you want me too."
After about 15 minutes of crying, she had calmed down enough for me to ask, "What's your name?"
After about a minute of sniffling I almost didn't hear her whisper, "Lime…."
"Well Lime it's nice to meet you. My name is Danny." I said. "Listen, I know you probably don't to talk about it, but I need to know if I'm going to help you. How did you get here, and how long were you stuck in that room?"
She sniffed and replied, "Andr told me not to touch her pearl and said if I did I would get into trouble, but I couldn't help it. It was green like me and shiny, so I had to touch it. Right as I touched it, Andr came running in looking really worried. I think Andr's mad at me now."
"Is Andr your big sister?" I asked
She giggled and replied, "No silly, Andr is one of my big sister's friends and while we were visiting I asked about her pearl."
"Hm, okay, what's your big sister's name?" I asked.
She seemed to be brightening up the more we talked about her big sister which was a really good sign.
"Her name is Slime. She's the best sister I could ever hope for. She loves me, cares for me, and we used to play in the caves a lot. The dark never bothered us. We could always see clearly because we practically grew up in them. The other girls never understood why we loved the caves so much. It was just the homey feeling that came with the enclosure. I mean sure, we used to go out with the other girls, and they always treated me like one of them, but I loved just being in the caves with my sister."
She seemed to be a lot more cheerful after talking about her sister. I hoped that I could help her sister before too long. "So, after you touched the pearl what happened Lime?"
She frowned at this and said, "After I touched the pearl, I went through a portal thingy and ended up downstairs and was chased by those meanies." She visibly brightened, "But then you came and now I'm not lonely anymore!"
I smiled, but then frowned. "A portal thingy?"
She seemed to think for a moment. "Yeah. It glowed and had purple swirlies in it." She looked behind me and smiled. "Like that one!" she cheered.
Before I was even able to turn around she pulled me into the portal and I was immediately surrounded with a purple light that seared my skin and was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. I couldn't help but scream in absolute agony as my insides were set alight and burned. I vaguely heard Lime's voice as she cried out my name, but the only thing that I could concentrate on was the pain wracking through body.
I wished it all to end and for me to lose consciousness, but I was forced to stay awake and live through the experience. I heard a deep rumble and a voice enter my head.
So, you are the one that could possibly turn the tides of this neverending war between Gods. I hope you are prepared to face enemies that instill fear into the hearts of the common people. You will be great entertainment as well! I can feel it in my rusty old bones. Good luck champion, I hope you enjoy my gift to you. Heheheh….
After what seemed like an eternity, when in all reality it was probably only a few minutes, the purple light disappeared to be replaced by the sight of a cave ceiling staring back at me. The next thing I knew, I was entering the realm of deep sleep.
A/N: Hey, thanks for taking the time to read my first posted Fanfiction. I've written others before, but I've never had the guts to post them. My friends finally got me to post this one because it was one that was the newest one floating around in my head.
I got this idea from multiple other Minecraft Fanfictions I've read, but I never read one with the Slime Princess as more of a main character.
I know I didn't include a description for Danny, but I figured, "Who the Hell reads the descriptions anyway!?" Plus, it's more fun to sort of put yourself into the story anyway, right?
I figure I'd kind of stay along the lines of other Fanfictions where the protagonist meets others from our realm and he gangs up to survive, but with a twist. Instead of all the Princesses wanting him for lust, I figured maybe only 3 or 4 wanting him for lust, and 2 or 3 want to protect him, the others would want him for his flesh.
I really need some beta readers if anyone is interested. And if anyone is in need of a beta reader as well, I'll be more than happy to apply for it.
Anyway, that's all for this chapter. I promise that the next chapter will be more thought out and make a little more sense. So until next time readers,
Fiftydoorcars, signing off.