Chapter 2: first impressions
Chell felt a chill running down her spine.
How could she be so careless? Looks like her logical side was right - her curiousity will end her life someday.
The Enderman gazed her without any emotion. Chell knew the second she blink, the humanoid creature lying down before her very eyes will attack immediately.
She have to endure somehow. But deep down, Chell already knew this was the end. And to think of it, she thought maybe it won't be so horrible. It'll be a fast death. Even the Enderman was hurt, it can still be deadly when you are mere centimeters away.
She blinked.
She saw the creature slightly shook its lanky figure, its left arm flying swiftly toward her and she saw long, wicked sharp claws.
And those claws grasped tightly on her wrist.
Chell was dumbstruck for a moment, but her survival instincts kicked in soon after. Now fully intended to run away, she frantically try to pull her arm free from its grasp. Who knew the seemingly-half-dead Enderman has a firm grip, despite the sorry state it was in.
Let it go, dammit! She try to pry the claws off with her other hand, scared of what the thing will going to do next. It was strange, actually. Chell was alright with the fast death, but she didn't cope well with the unusal turn of event.
Well, to be specific, she didn't cope well with the odd things that concern her saftey. Or pain.
With all her might, she shook and pulled. Her free hand desperately clawing the others charcoal skin. The grip was cold and rigid as if its hands were made of metal. It felt like handcuffs, only sharp claws at the end reminded her that this was the part of a living thing. Chell could have swear this thing was determined. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something in its demeanor was telling her it was desperate.
For what?
She didn't know. Nor she would like to find out. She just wanted to be free from its grasp and stay as far as she can from its reach. "Let me go!" she screeched, and the creature momentarily loosen its hold. It made a small keening sound, and Chell almost felt as if it was between a sob and a pleading.
I have to stop imagining things. she chided herself inwardly, unconciously making a face. She was having a hard time trying not to make an eye contact, which resulted her neck and eyes go stiff. The Enderman keened again. This time, it tugged the humans wrist lightly. Chell turned her head to the side, determined not to accidently look the creature in the eye again. But as she did this, the creature tugged her repeatedly. It said something under its breath, but of course Chell couldn't understand it.
"Let me go." she said the words more calmly. It didn't mean she though the creature was safe or trustworthy - hell, she didn't know what this mob was up to and she was still wary about its next course of action. But from Chells experience, it was always better to be calm and collected rather than making a fuss. Then the creature stopped tugging. Chells whole body went tense, waiting for something bad to happen. Then she felt the slight vibration. It was trembling. Not like the usual threatening way when the Endermen was provoked, but more like a frightened human child - now that was quite odd, Chell thought inwardly. She have never seen a child before. So how could she have a mental image of it?
Then the Enderman said something. Her curiousity was again bugging her, but Chell stubbornly face the left side of a stone wall. She had a distinct feeling that the words were directed at her. Chell wished she could understand what it was saying - as much as she wanted to get free from its grasp. The creature exhaled, the grip on her wrist tightened for a second and then it went loose as she felt the strength in the Endermans hand slowly fade away.
The mob went limp once more, but not before muttering the word that strike Chell to the very core.
"..pl..ea..s"
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