Herobrine woke up, sweating and feeling rather tired. Rolling his eyes from side to side, he began to take in his surroundings. Everything in this room was new to him, excluding the materials it was made out of. The power was all too familiar, and the white-eyed man knew it all too well. He sat on the bed, noticing the tight feeling on both of his arms; Bandages covering up his gruesome wounds. His movement coaxed a wave of pain too flow through his chest as he moved his arm to his side. It was odd...For the first time, Herobrine had woken up on a soft and warm bed...But just who would do such a thing for him...? He dreamt of his brother hugging him... and whispering soft and calming words into his ears that he loved and enjoyed. They brought him such joy, and happiness. However...He felt confused. He didn't know what to do about all this. If it were some random humans, he would kill them, and if it were his brother, he would have to prepare for the worst. His mind was troubled. If these materials making up the room were what he thought they were, then there was no mistaking it...He had to be in Aether. This feeling was familiar...Joyous even. He was home, but for what purpose? Memories of long ago flashed through his mind and soon were interrupted by the pain of his harsh movements.
" You're awake." Herobrine knew that voice. Fear quickly overwhelmed him. He wasn't in any condition to fight, not physically or mentally for that matter. His instincts told him to stay absolutely still, but that wasn't an option. He was hiding his fear to well, even in front of the bald man.
"...Why am I here, brother?" He asked, his voice mixed with both pain and fear, and a hint of anger as well. He was the almighty Herobrine. The other man looked at him, with simpathy taking over. His brother was in so much pain and he was responsible for it. Every scar, every new hole, and every wound was his fault.
"You're here because you were injured and I brought you to the Aether."
"So it is true. I'm..." Herobrine cut himself off, in too much pain to say the words he needed to say. He missed this place so much. And Notch knew that the man was afraid.
"Yes...you are home." Notch completed the mans words as he moved closer, making Herobrine's arm grip the sheets of the bed in fear of what the man would do to him.
"But this place no longer feel like home..." Notch knew his brother would speak in such a way, but he was right. Herobrine was here, powerless, and surrounded by enemies.
"I no longer feel welcomed here..." It was so long ago when he was rejected and left to suffer by the will of others.
"Herobrine...This is where you belong and forever remain. I have given you a second chance." Notch sat down comfortably with long and heavy sigh, "I brought you here because I couldn't let you destroy what we created together any longer." His throat was dry and the white-eyed man was quick to respond.
"I can't be here... Everyone hates me, you KNOW that." He was fighting his emotions...Wanting to cry and let out all the pain in his chest that had built through ages of pain and loneliness. They both went silent. The silence was so painful for the both of them, until the eldest broke the silence.
"I know your pain and I know that you are called many hurtful names... I just want to ease this pain and get rid of this hate between us." Herobrine, the whole time held his head down. Notch turned to face his brother and he noticed the white-eyed man was trembling, not from the fear, but something else.
"What's wrong?" Notch asked caringly, even if he thought he already knew. Herobrine was hiding his terror and soon that terror would take over.
"I need to get away from this place." Notch heard and grabbed his brothers arm tightly in response, before he kept him in place.
"Stay here.".It was single, simple demand. Herobrine wanted to get away from his brother, away from this place, but he had a very steady grip on his bandaged arm which started soaking through with blood. Notch realised how hard his grip had been and let go.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Why did you save me when you had a chance to finish me off...?" Herobrine asked quietly, "Wouldn't the world be a better place If died?"
"I saved you because I cannot bear to hear your screams anymore, because you've been alone for far too long and in more pain than I could ever comprehend." Notch said.
"But I'm not worth saving because of my past deeds." The white eyed man replied.
"I know. No body deserves to be a monster."
"But I AM a monster..." Notch was taken aback at the sudden answer. He didn't know he would submit to that word so easily. Humans have really, truly broken him, even if he wanted to make things right. They thought that he was far too gone to be saved and didn't know of their actions until it was far too late. Notch loved his creations and couldn't force his hand on them like he did to his brother. Herobrine was scared of humans and why wouldn't he be...? They cut his tongue, paralyzed him and then tortured him. He found little relief at night when everybody was asleep and his punishers as well. There was no excuse for what he had done...
"Sleep brother... You're tired, come." Notch said as he put his brother against his chest to lull him in into sweet dreams.
At first he resisted and started to fight back, but gentle hand slowly petted his back in calming manner. He welcomed it so warmly. It was the feeling he missied so much, the feeling he couldn't have through all the years of torment and pain. He memorised it and followed relaxed on his brother's chest as the heavy breathings were heard, it even felt painful and hard to breath. The white-eyed man exhaled.
"It's been such a long time, when I held you like this." Said Notch -"This chest were empty and cold sice then." Herobrine heard him say that and he wanted to reply, but fought the urge not to.
" I know you don't trust me, but I'm sure we're going to mend our wounds together." The bald man continued on- " I will do my best to fix things up."
" I don't think if I deserved it." Herobrne replied quietly.
Notch just stared at him with his black eyes and the white-eyed man broke eye contact with his brother. Fear from being hurt didn't eased, he was tense and still unsure if he should leave Notch's warm embrace. "Everyone deserves a second chance,so you too have one. Choose it wisely before you do something you'll regret."They satyed like that for a copule more minutes. Small hiss escaped the younger one' lips as he tried to supress the pain that he felt in his arms and abdomen. He clunched his stomach with both of his sore arms. Blood rolled down his lips and touched Notch's shirt only leaving few nasty dots on him. H pepetted his brother's back, trying to calm him down and make him breath properly. " What's wrong? Brother!" It was all Herobrine could hear from his brother before he fell from the bed. He tried to rose from the cold floor and he failed. Notch came to his aid and helped him stand and return to his lap, but he found him resisting his help. He trembled and tried to pry his arm from his brother's.
" I do not feel well." The white -eyed man panicked and Notch understood why Herobine suddenly became this unsure of his surroundings and his presence. Blood continued to fall down his chin, when Notch loosened his grip Herobine made the rush for the doors,the wrong ones. He opened bathroom, he hoped to find. In a corner room stood a caludron with water and mirror above it. Sounds of water pushing against water was heard. As the former god emptyed his stomach contents. It wasn't normal, he emptyed his stomach from blood and in his blood was something black. Almost like coal. His breaths were ragged and unsteady. Notch ran after him in the bathroom only to find him clutching his stomach again. Something was very wrong with his brother. His harsh and sudden moves made his wounds open again and he collapse down on the black and white tiled floor.
Can I get atleats one nice critique on this. I want to know what my readers think about my stories. What should I change, what should I add?...Hope you enjoyed.
