{QUICK NOTE: Guys, help meh and don'ta judge! I have a question. Can someone explain vanilla Minecraft? I've heard of it and I think I know what it is but I'm not sure and it's a little confusing, cuz, like, since when can Minecraft have flavors? I mean, YES PLEASE. (P.S. I'm asking you because I'm too lazy to google it, and also, MAYBE, I'm just trying to see what you guys will say about it. ;D ) }
IMPORTANT. THIS IS IN CAPS SO YOU BETTER READ THIS ONE TOO. Heya guys! Doing something different this chapter. Okay, so, the Endermen and Enderwomen are very present, in-the-moment type of people. So, this chapter is going to be first person and in the present tense (the beginning is going to be explaining stuff in past though, but, yeah, whatever). I try to do that more often but past tense comes more naturally for me, so. ANYWAY. Remember the Dark Ones, the Enderguys/girls, Lavender, Luna, Shadow, and Dagger? They're in this...
And they're very naughty people-er, Endermen. No, Enderwomen/Endermen. No that doesn't work...OH I KNOW.
ENDERPEOPLE.
Anyway, the narrator/enderperson/speaker/whateverthehellelse is Elise, a tiny Endergirl, the daughter of the very Enderman that you can meet in the Minecraft Interviews.
Sooo, ennnnjoy!
I'm so stupid.
I hate being stupid. It's really annoying.
I hadn't listened to my mom. I'm sure she would be mad. If she saw me now, she would probably scream my name, and then run towards me and then hug me while telling me that I would be grounded for the rest of eternity.
It's actually kind of sad, how the smallest thing can turn into something so much bigger.
She told me to stay inside. I didn't listen. Everyone else was asleep. I couldn't sleep. My father and mother and baby brother were all snoring -in my brother's case, cooing- in our cave in The End. I couldn't sleep, no matter what I did. My mom was sitting in the corner, where she had watched me when I asked her if I could go outside. She had said no, but she was tired, muttering to herself; I couldn't hear her very well. I think she said something like, 'The End is dangerous after dark'. Either that, or, 'The Weekend is fabulous with bark'.
So I had sat there until her eyes closed. Then I stood up. I walked outside. I kept hearing noises. I didn't know what it was. It sounded like whispers. Somebody said my name, 'Elise'. It was either that, or the smell of rust that got me walking faster. I turned a corner. I couldn't see anything.
One invisible hand grabbed my arm. Another one, much colder, grabbed my other one. I wanted to scream. Someone covered my mouth. I bit them. They didn't budge. Someone had hissed, "Go." I felt myself get teleported to the Overworld, ripping away the darkness and ripping away my home. They started walking. I think I was walking, but I didn't remember it. I felt ditached, like my legs would just keep moving. I was closing my eyes, not looking at anything, ignoring them.
And now I'm finally letting all of it register. I'm finally getting over the shock and the panic and the dread and actually looking around for a second.
I'm not liking what I see. It's raining.
Ugh. I hate rainy days.
I hated, hate, and will always hate the rain.
It burns like fire, except fire eventually dies. The skies seems to produce endless little drops of needles, stinging on my skin and colliding with the ground. The best solution is to stay inside The End. But it's always boring, staying inside your home world, doing nothing all day. Of course, it's better than dying, as far as I knew. Or so father said. I mean, I've never died.
Still, there's never a lot to do inside The End. Sure, there's the other Enderman, but the place is unusually crowded on rainy days. Usually, they were free to go about as they pleased, as long as they brought back one block with them and gave it to Queen Enderia. I have no idea what she does with it, but that's the rule. Maybe she's building some magnificent palace with it. Maybe she gives it to the Mooshrooms. Really, after the war with the animals, the Endermen race were -and still are- up to their necks in debt. Or maybe Enderia eats it. I don't know.
Still, considering where I am, now, I would rather the world be rainy for the rest of my life.
I have a suspicion of who they are. I'm scared I'm right.
At first I don't know what to say. Okay, that's a lie. I know what I need to know, what I need to ask. But I'm too afraid to. So I just listen to the feet slosh in the mud. Apparently, these guys thought ahead, and brought umbrellas. I thought they would just give me a smaller one. Instead, one of them grabbed me and shoved me under his. I don't like it. I have to be close to him in order to stay away from the water, but the guy smells like...Gods of Minecraft, I don't even know. Bleach? Soap? The black stuff mom used to try to cook (before my dad gave up on eating that and started cooking himself)? Rust? He smells like rust.
I close my eyes, and stop biting on my tongue so hard. I taste what tastes like rust. Then I realize the man next to me smells -reeks- of blood.
I shudder farther away from him. A drop of water falls on my arm. Instinctually, my body flickers, trying to teleport anywhere, but away from the rain. I try to use it to my advantage. I can escape. I can teleport. If I just try.
But I can't even do that. 'Besides, says a very voice in my head, where would you go, if you could? You can't teleport home unless someone else teleports and you touch them. And everywhere around you is wet.
I ignore that voice a lot.
'Teleporting takes practice,' I could hear dad telling me. 'You won't be able to do it without using a lot of energy until you're older. But you should still try.'
He always said that it's easier if I imagine what the place smells like, what it feels like, what I can hear. But I can't imagine home when I'm stuck in a thunderous rain storm that sounds like metal slamming into the ground. I can't imagine the smell of cinnamon or crispy chicken when the man next to me smells like blood. Why? Why does he smell like blood?
And all I can feel is the cold. But I imagine my mother. She was always warm, especially on rainy days. When I couldn't leave The End, I would find her and stay with her until it was over. I just want to do that now. I just want to close my eyes when she's next to me, and I want to forget about anything. I just want to go home.
As if there isn't enough water around us, my eyes start to water. I hold my elbows and stop. It hurts to try to teleport, it hurts to go too far out and feel the rain, it hurts to cry in front of these freaks, it hurts.
I hadn't noticed, but they had stopped. And now they stare at me. Two of them look like they might try to grab me, to stop me from teleporting, but the one next to me holds up a hand to stop them. "Let her try."
"I...I can't..." I close my eyes and try one more time. I feel my stomach lurch. I shiver. Another raindrop falls on me. My stomach did a flop. Nothing happens. Nothing. And it stills hurts.
It's hopeless. The voice comes back. You can't escape.
I open my eyes and decide to actually look at my captors. Because if -no, when- my dad saves me, he will want to know what the people around me looked like. And I will tell him, 'one of them had a light purple cloak and eyes. Another one had a light blue cloak and eyes Those two were girls. The other two were boys. The first boy had bright red eyes and a bright red cloak.
The one next to me, the one that smelled like blood, daddy, had green and gold on his cloak. His eyes were green, a really, really bright green.'
Their cloaks are weird. They have the colors as the outlines, and the rest is mostly black. Not that stylish, in my opinion.
What else will I need to tell my father? Um...
I look around at them, not sure who to ask. Out of them all, the one that seems the most friendly is the one that acts as the leader, the one beside me, the one that smells like blood.
I look into his eyes, and regret it.
I hate the eyes that he has, too. Those green eyes are like looking into two bright, blinding pits of nothing. Just nothing.
I glare up at him. "Who are you?"
He smiles. It doesn't touch the nothing in his eyes. "I'm not even sure if you would really like to know."
"But I need to know." I replied.
"Oh, she needs to know, boss, better tell her." The one with red eyes grinned. I can't help but notice that he's always grinning, any time I look at him.
But I don't look away from the one next to me, I don't stop glaring at those green eyes. He stares back.
Let me tell you a little thing about enderpeople; we're a teeny bit aggressive.
We take our staring contests very, very seriously. My dad told me this scary story that two friends had a staring contest, and one of them won, and he bragged about it, acting like he just gained dominance over him. The loser didn't like what the winner had to say about him. Two days later, one of them was dead.
I don't know if that's true or not, but it might as well be. A staring contest with a stranger, someone not an enderperson, can mean the stranger is hostile, and usually it's best to either run or respond with more hostility. And enderpeople don't like running away. A staring contest with an enemy is worse; at the least, looking away or blinking means submission. At the most...I don't even know. I don't want to know.
Really, the only kind of 'safe' staring contest is one with a friend that you might be betting with or something. It's a lot more playful. It's one of the best ways to pass the time. Plus, I can stop blinking for up to an hour. My dad's record is half a day and twelve minutes. My mom's is half a day and thirteen minutes. She always beats him, at just about anything. Except for cooking. Yeah...basically, we enderpeople invented staring contests.
Or maybe the one with the bright green eyes invented them. He's really, really good. But I can't look away, and neither can he. I refuse to lose to him.
"Boss, we gotta go-" The red one spoke up.
"Oh, shut up." The 'boss' hissed without looking away. "Soul stealing isn't any fun if you don't mess around first."
"'Soul stealing'?I step backwards, and I feel the rain at my back. It's freezing. It burns. I jump out of it and nearly bump into 'boss' and stop myself because I'm terrified of touching him and then lean more towards the rain again.
"Oh, see, now you've scared her." The red one rolled his eyes.
Soul stealing. I had heard that phrase only once, and coupled with one name.
The Dark Ones.
"Oh holy golden shit of Mr. Sprinkles, God of Sarcasm and Shittyness!" I yelled, tumbling backwards into the rain again and trying to stand the pain, trying to prefer the pain.
"Hey there, stop it with the cursing, girl. The God of Sprinkles doesn't like that." The one with blue eyes aid.
I don't hear her. I don't hear anything. I've been in the rain too long, without being able to teleport. The water isn't just in my skin. It feels like its chilled down to bone. I had been shivering, I had been giving them all terrified glances, but now I stop. I can't move. My heart drops.
The 'boss' seizes my wrist and yanks me out of the rain. "Don't go dying on us, now."
"But you're the..." I catch my breath and realize just how much danger I'm in. "You're the Dark Ones."
The smile on the red one's face widens, even though it already looks like he's going to stretch his face too far.
The boss nodded. "Yes. That's Lavender, that's Luna," He gestured to the purple and blue girls, "that's Shadow, and I'm Dagger."
I don't move, not until Dagger and the others start walking again, to a place I don't know where. I don't know why they're walking and not teleporting. I start walking towards the umbrella after I'm under the rain again. I have to walk fast to catch up to them. I don't want to come. I don't know what awaits me when we get there but I don't want to know.
"Speed it up," Shadow sees me lagging.
I ignore him and look at Dagger. "Is all of it true, then?"
"Is all of what true?" Dagger doesn't slow down or look back at me.
"What they say about the Dark Ones. The soul stealers. How...how you have to beat it out of them. How they have to still be alive. How you use it to gain power."
"Power," Shadow snorts. "You don't know power until you've made soul sacrifices to Enderia's Eye. You don't know power until you're so strong you're almost a goddamn God."
Dagger ignores him too. "It's true." He glances sideways at me. "Don't look so scared. It might not kill you. It'll just hurt like the Nether's given you a bitch slap and accompanied it with an axe."
My steps were starting to slow again.
"Move it, little one, we're almost there." Dagger hisses, shoving me forward.
"If we have to get there so quickly, for whatever reason, why don't you guys just teleport?" I say, getting annoyed and angry and depressed and terrified. My stomach is trying to perform multiple dives and front flips and is failing terribly. I'm sure the rain is on me again, because I feel something cold at the back of my neck, but when I look, there's nothing there.
Dagger gestures to the area. "It's enchanted. It's impossible to teleport into. We teleported to the border. It's a kind of place that needs to be isolated, not something you can just accidently come upon."
"Oh."
I feel like I blinked, and then there it was. It didn't look like much. It was a cave. A cave that I would never enter by choice. A cave that could be hidden. A cave that no one should ever want to go in.
They push me in.
They whisper in the dark for a moment. I can't see anything but a black abyss, but I can smell. I don't know what it is I smell, but it's not pleasant.
Then someone grabs me by the shoulder and throw me against something cold. Something even colder is wrapped around my wrists and ankles. I struggle against it and discover it's a bunch of very old and very wet pair of chains.
"Oh, stop it." Dagger's voice chides me.
The panic starts to overflow. I can't think of anything reassuring to say, of anything threatening to say, of anything brave to say. I focus on what's true. "My...my dad will come. He said he would. He'll come here and he'll...he'll get me."
Dagger grins. "I've heard that before. Childish hopes are easily deceived, unfortunately. Then again, they'd be a lot harder to control if those hopes were crushed, I suppose. But I have you under control, so I don't think I have much to worry about that. So I'll just tell you, little one, that almost every child I have come across, at some point, has said that someone will come and save them. The person can either never get here, or never tried. I'm sorry to tell you, but your father will not be coming."
"But he said..." My voice breaks off into a whisper. "He said he would."
He laughs and then flips on a light, revealing a set of shiny metal objects, knives, hammers, chains, nails, spray paint, and old-looking books. He picks up a hammer and plays with it for a moment. "And I also said that none of this will kill you."
Yes, yes, I'm evil, I'm making you wait, and TOTALLY NOT because I haven't even decided if Elise is gonna survive or not...(I like her, but I'm unfortunately leaning towards 'not'...)
GUYYYYSS.
I need MORE help.
I have a problem.
So, because, as I did in the Minecraft Interviews, I just called the main characters what their species is, (Skeleton, Witherskeleton, etc) should I give them actual names? I mean, I have their names, I originally gave them names but decided against it. But, if I had Enderman going to meet a bunch of other endermen, it could get confusing. SO, do you want me to declare what their names are? Take a vote or somethin', ma peeps.
PPPPEEEEAAAACCCEEEE OUUUTTT!
(why isn't there a key that has a peace sign on it? Like why?)
-ihearthorses6000
