Chapter 1

(Almost two months later)

Running. He had to keep running. If he stopped he would die. They would find him.

Just a little further. He could see a village coming up.

Just keep moving. He was fading fast; he was too hurt to be staining his body like he was.

The lights were getting closer. Just a little further.

Darkness started to frame around his eyesight. NO! Don't pass out now.

He started to stumble as his body weakened further. He reached forward as his body refused to take him any further and he hit the ground with a thud.


Steve jogged quickly back to his village with a sword and torch in hand. He had stayed far too long in the mines and now he was stuck walking about at night. He had to move quickly less a creeper chose to take him out. In his hurry back to the near by village Steve failed to watch his step; this over sight caused him to trip over a rather large bump in the road.

Falling hard to the ground, the young man gave a pained groan as he stood, dusting himself off. Sighing Steve turned and held the torch out to see what he had tripped over thinking that it was simply a dirt block.

Shock pushed him back into the dirt; for what lay before him was a human laying face down in the mud, with similar hair and cloths as he. The person in the mud seemed badly injured though Steve could not see the extent. With a quick glance around for any mobs; Steve slowly and carefully made his way to the man in the dirt, keeping in mind this could be a trap.

Resting his hand on the man's shoulder, Steve carefully as he could, rolled him over onto his back and held the torch close to man. Mud caked the man's face making any recognizable marks or injuries impossible to see. His light blue shirt was stained in a dark liquid substance and his arms and legs were covered in deep scratch marks, but the deepest wound would be the one that went down his chest and stomach.

Steve sighed as he stood up straight still looking down at the body. He really needed to get back, and to caring this barely alive person would slow him down.

Steve glanced around again, still no mobs. How odd. It sent a shiver down his back. The only time something like this happened was when 'He' was around. Panicked Steve looked around even quicker looking for the telltale glowing white eyes. This person had to be Herobrine's latest victim; which meant the demon would be back. Steve's mind screamed at him saying to cut his loses and just forgets the dying man, but he couldn't.

Kneeling down again Steve scooped up the man into his arms and maneuvered him on to his back. Putting away his sword and torch Steve quickly ran the rest of the way to the village caring the man on his back.

Herobrine would not claim another.

The morning came quickly, too quickly for Steve as he pulled the blankets up around his face to block out the morning sun. As much as he tried to fall back into a blissful sleep he simply could not; the young man sat up with a groan and slowly started getting dressed wondering if last night had simply been a dream.

With another groan Steve wondered into the kitchen to get some breakfast only to spot the mud covered stranger where he left him; dumped on his wool couch. With a heavy sigh the miner continued into kitchen grabbing a bit of bread from the chest as well as a bucket of water and some simple bandages. Placing a wool block next to the couch to sit on Steve began the task of removing the stranger's shirt.

"It would seem you lived through the night." Steve spoke to the man on his couch not thinking he would get any answer, and he was right. Looking at the blood stained shirt in his hands with a sizable hole rip through the right side. Glancing down at the matching wound on the man's chest and thought something seemed strange. Though the shirt was clearly stained in fresh blood, his chest and stomach on the other hand showed no signs of blood or even bleeding; yet the gentle rise and fall of the chest show that he was alive. Marking this off on his list of strange things Steve chose to simply wrap the wound and ask the man when and if he woke up. As the miner wrapped the wound he again couldn't help but notice as the fabric over and around the wound blossomed with red; much like the shirt had.

Finishing with the largest injury Steve was able to wrap the smaller scratches on the man's arms and legs; before moving to his face. Dunking a piece of scrap cloth into the water bucket, Steve began to scrub the muck away from the man's face. "Let's see what you really look like", Steve muttered as he scrapped away the layers of mud, not knowing that the answer would no doubt disturber him.

Steve stood so quickly that he knocked over his bucket of water; the face that stared back at him with its eyes closed, was his face.

"What the Nether is this? Some sick joke?!" he hesitantly leaned over the stranger and placed his fingers around the man's eyes. "There's only one person I know of that has my face" he bagged to Notch that he was wrong before slowly pulling the eyelids apart. The eye that came into view was pure white and gave off a very faint glow.

Steve hit his hard wooden floor and quickly crawled away from the motionless threat. He had not saved a victim of Herobrine but the monster himself.

A/N: okay so here's the first chapter. I'm going to try to get a chapter done a day. there will be a little be on what happened to Herobrine in the next chapter. Edit: proofread by AngelWingz66.