HELLO AGAIN CREEPS!
first off,
Tiny, i do not have anything against Pokemon fics or Pokemon, for i really enjoy playing pixelmon now and again. why do you ask?
i had no intention of that sounding dirty, i just wanted it as a describing sentence.
and no... only herobrine does darling. C:
let us go!
Herobrine watched as the girl still held to him stared in frozen shock up at him. "H-Herobrine?" he nodded,"What did i do to deserve this?" she croaked. a painful stab stung his heart. "Deserve what? im not going to hurt you... i saved you from the spider." she still looked startled. her eyes wavered as he continued to hold her against himself. Under her breath he could here her say, "That still doesn't make you a Hero.." that just made him angry he let go of her and with a slight push she fell to the ground."And what do you call a hero?" he growled, hand on the handle of his sword. "You call that self centered, lieing, and scheming brother of mine a Hero?!"
she had clearly taken offence to this, standing from her spot on the green grass and facing him with her brows scruntched and her lips drawn into a straight line."yes, we do! He defeated you! he protected us from the mobs and showed us how to stand together!" she had her hands balled up into fists."Really?" the sarcasim dripped from his words."He protected you? from what? last i check the mobs had been peacful when this world was created, he turned them on you, not me, And defeating me? please, he banished me WHILE I WAS SLEEPING, just like a COWARD, i was locked in the nether for five HUNDRED YEARS! The ones i loved where long gone once that portal opened back up.. my family, my WIFE and CHILDREN. all gone." his hand came off of his sword, yes... it has been three hundred years now... since the portal was reopened and he was let back into the overworld. his poor wife... poor Rebecca... she must have thought he left her... left her and the children all alone.. his anger turned to grief, for he had reopened the festering wound that still haunted him.
Brittany stared at the man. only a few seconds ago he was yelling at her... now it looked as if he was crying. what he had said about his wife... and kids must have upset him. for a moment, for just a single moment, she forgot who he was and went over to comfort him. she put a hand on his shoulder, those glowing white eyes opening and lookin at her, this was no average man, she thought to herself, this was the legand you were told of as a child, the man who destroyed whole armies and villages just by a movment of his hand. he was a monster. she froze, staring at him, all compassion left her body. she was now terrified. 'Why are you touching me?" he asked in a low growl. shallowing hard she opened her mouth to awnser. before any words came out his hand came to her lips, clamping her mouth shut, and his arm around her waist. in one fluid movment she was moved from their place in the clearing to the bushes, where he held her tightly so she couldn't move. he had plastered himself against the bark of a tree, peaking through the leaves of the bushes.
she heard the noise of people talking and troumping through the woods. "Naww! theres no one out here ta here 'er boss! i assur' ya!" it was a man dressed in worn out clothing, his face scruffy. he was talking to a man who was walking up behind him, he was dressed in nicer, newer clothes. "Good... take care of her for me. i can't stand seeing her face any longer." with that the nicely dressed man left. the on in the dirty clothes pulled a girl out of the woods. she couldn't be older then 12 years old! she was bound at the rists with a gag over her mouth, she looked to have been beaten before, for there were bruises on her beautiful face.
Brittany could feel Herobrines grip on her tighten. wat was he going to do? to her surprise he let her go, signaling her to be quiet. scared, she nodded furiously. out of fear as to what he would do to her if she moved, she sayed next to the tree as he took his sword and left ther cover of the bushes."Now, little brat. ya' been causin' to much troubl' fo' ma boss." shwe watched the dirty man pull the girl close, a knife in his right hand as he held the girl up to his face with the left. the girl looked like she was crying hard, her face red and tears streaming down her face."Naw don't cry. it'll be ov'r quick." the dirty man assured her with a sadistic tone in his voice.
Herobrine clutched the handle of his sword as he stood behind the filthy man. "Over quick? that sounds like a gift compared to what i'm going to do to you." he growled the dirty man turned, holding the girl close, the blade to her neck."What'r yo doin-" he fell quiet after making eye contact. this man was filthy, his clothes stained and his hair unrulely. how many girls has he killed? how many girl could Herobrine have saved from this kind of fate? he shook his head, he couldn't think about that, he had to think about the two girls he had with him now, the one he saved from the spider, and this one that he will save from this createn.
The girl cried harder, her whimpers could be heard from underneath the gag."Let the girl go." herobrine growled. the man did nothing. herobrine, tired of looking at the mans dirty face, moved in the way only he could, swift as lightning he was behind the man, grabbing the knife out of his hand and stabbing it into the mans side, releasing the girl. she fell to the ground and struggled to get away from them. herobrine made sure that he ended the Dirty mans life quickly, so he could see to the girl.
with a dead man slumped on the ground and two very shocked, and very scared girls, he finally went and kneeled next to the poor little girl. she was shaking, tears streaming from her eyes as she stared up at him from her curled position on the ground.:Shhh... it's alright..." he sai in a soft tone as he reached around and undid her gag. she stayed silent as she watched his hands, going and untieing her wrists. he took the two strips of cloth and tossed them over to where the dead man lay. "T-Thank you.." she whispered.
with that... he nearly broke. appearently, he was at a very fragile emotional state currently. anything a little girl said would break him. he looked to her, tears nearly falling from his eyes."YOur welcome." she came up and hugged him tightly. his joints nearly locked up, he hadn't recieved a hug in 700 years..
hope you all enjoyed!
Loneliness- i know... i regret changing Ender... excuse me... Pereaths name. but after awhile... i have gotten used to calling him Pear. i rather like it now. lol