Memories:

Mcjones Rylie was sitting on his dark, depressing deathbed, the curb on the sidewalk on 32nd street. his broken ice cold eyes pierced the ceiling with his lonely, dark, depressed gaze. It has been 6 months since Dean died, who was his bestest friend in the whole wide world. McJones just froze. He felt himself stiffen up, then starting to shake with grief as he thought of his long lost friend. Clearly in his mind, he could still remember the day his life started to take a turn for the best. This was the vivid memory when he met Dean, approximately 2 years ago.

The sun glared at McJones' huge, blue eyes as he stared into the sun with wonder and excitement. He and his friend, Barry, were finally allowed to leave the confinement of their homes, and can finally become real men. In the small town of Little Rock, becoming a man was a big deal, showing to all the residents that the boys could finally spread their wings and fly away, discovering their fate and lifestyles. To the residents, life was like a giant fishbowl, you can't survive as a small fry unless you can show the big fish that you are worthy of their presence. Due to this, McJones wanted to thrive in this fishbowl world. He wanted to make his family proud that they could call him their son. "Come on McJones, lets go you slowpoke!" McJones swung his head around in wonder as he saw that his friend, Barry was approaching, clad in his new gear. Barry's new, brown loafers reflecting off of the vibrant rays of the sun, which slowly traveled up his skin tight blue jeans (Which already attracted dust!), and his tux placed his shoulders in a fixed, laid back position. McJones couldn't think that anything could top this off until he saw Barry"s sunglasses. McJones stared in awe at their incredible shininess. If he stared into those eyes, all he would see would be his own reflection of shock. He never knew that black would fit Barry's rowdy personality, but he liked it anyway. "Well, are you coming?" McJones snapped out of his trance as Barry's voice called out to him, sounding rather impatient. Then, the two friends ran down the road in pure bliss, finally becoming a men at last.

As McJones was sprinting down the street toward the forest with his friend Barry, he began to have some regrets. A pit began to fill his stomach with anxiety as the weight of his new responsibilities began to weigh down on him. "What happens if we fail our test?," He thought to himself. This test would determine if he had the strength or courage of a man, by testing his skills in battle, leadership, and courage by placing all of the 18 year olds into a new world. In this mysterious world, the recruits would face incredibly hard challenges, but most of all, they would have to defeat the Ender Dragon, a quest so difficult that no one has ever come back from the test. There have been no clues to this mystery world due to no recruits ever making it back alive. As McJones went over the possibilities of death, a large towering mass of black rock towered over them, blacking out their shadows completely.

There was something about this place that felt odd, to say the least. This place that the two friends would now call home appeared more frightening than homey. They gasped at the huge, gaping hole that led to the cave, which revealed a black abyss before it. Surrounding this cursed place was a large, pointy, black fence. The tips of each connection "tube" were topped off with menacing looking gargoyles, each staring into your soul, their stares as evil as Satin himself. The worst part of all was that the fence had thick, electrical wires threading through each gargoyle, practically daring you to break in. There was very little vegetation that all that was surrounding this horrid place was dirt, except for one straggly tree. McJones believed that this wasn't the place. There was no way that even a well trained athlete could pass through this place and make it out alive. "Barry, lets go back. maybe we aren't ready for this." McJones practically pleaded to his still entranced comrade. "Come on McJonesy! We can't chicken out now bro! If you want to skiddadle, then go ahead, I'm becoming a man." McJones stared in terror as his amigo tramped up to the rusty, iron gate, yelling for the residents to let him in, but with no avail. "Well, if they don't let me in, I'll just have to break in myself!," Barry roared as he proceeded to stick one foot in the holes in the fence. His muscles tightened, Barry gasping for breath as he half crawled, half scrambled his way up the fence. McJones could see a minute smile creep across Barry's face, sweat dribbling down his face in streams. A flash of worry constricted McJones as Barry's foot barely tapped the hole in the fence.

"Barry, stop! You're going to get yourself killed!"

"Don't worry Jonesey, I wi- Ahhhhh!"

Barry's eyes widened with shock and terror as a large, hairy, black arm wrapped around his torso. The creatures red beady eyes seemed to burn into Barry's brown orbs as it let out a sharp hiss of dominance. Barry, shaken to the bone, finally came out of his shock that implanted him, as the creature opened its two gigantic fangs. Warm, wet poison drizzled from them as the fangs parted to reveal rows upon rows of sharp teeth. Barry screamed in agony as the fangs penetrated his flesh. They struck deeper and deeper into him, causing the poison to spread throughout Barry's fighting body, as Barry balled his hand into a fist and landed a clean blow on the creature's arm. But, the creature didn't even flinch as it continually dug its fangs into Barry as the pain intensified. Blood began to spray from the wound in short bursts, masking the mortified Barry in his own blood. Barry let out a final, blood-curdling screech as his vision started to blur.

McJones could only see one expression on Barry's face, one that spoke, "Am I really going to die?" Realizing that Barry needed his help, McJones grabbed for any weapon that he could find, scouting the earth for anything, rocks, wood, sticks, anything that could save his friend. His hand finally closed onto a rough, bumpy shape. Noticing that he was running out of time, McJones chucked the object at the creature. The object hit home, as the creature let out a screech of pain and collapsed.

Realizing that his time to save Barry was dwindling, McJones quickly sprinted over to his side of the fence, Barry lying face down on the ground. Barry was practically painted in blood, the air tainted from the evil stench.

"Barry!"

Barry only moaned a response as he started to choke, hearing the blood gargle in his throat. McJones let out a scream of agony and sadness, quickly realizing that he had absolutely no medical supplies. McJones knew that if Barry didn't get help, he would die. McJones turned tail and ran at full sprint into the forest, hoping to find help. Branches clawed at his face as he barreled his way through the thick woods, cuts decorating his face as he did so. Tears stung his eyes as his time for Barry was running out. Just as he was about to give up, a flash of red hit him square in the face as the wind was knocked out of him. McJones felt himself connect with the ground, seeing stars in his vision. "Oh no" McJones realized, "my glasses!" His hands began to feel around the newly broken underbrush, desperately searching for his glasses. Finally reaching them, McJones gently placed them on his face. As his vision cleared, he noticed a man standing above him. He wore a red, flowing cape that draped across his shoulders as well as a matching pair of sunglasses, hiding his eyes. A white tank top was worn underneath the cape as well as a pair of denim blue jeans and black clogs. The man had a smile plastered across his face.

"Hello my homie! My name is Dean! Ya need assistance?"