Notes: This takes place in pretty much every version of Minecraft. Alex is from the soon to be released Bountiful Update (released Sept. 2). I don't play the games, so I abuse each canon to the best of my ability. Thank you for the reviews! I greatly appreciate any criticism.
Steve found himself outside... at night.
He hadn't found the materials to build a shelter for the night, and he was beginning to wonder if he would be able to live through the night. It was much colder than he expected it. Then again, he was by the Deep Ocean. Water always took so long to heat up, the big Ocean would surely be cold with all of that water to heat up, one square Flen at a time.
The voice was quiet, staying somewhere deep inside of his body. He sighed. He rubbed his lower abdomen in the first feeling of peace that he had felt since running from the Enderman. He was on the right path to his home.
Even if he didn't know what awaited him there. He felt as though he was following some pre-set instructions or a code.
Steve shivered at the cold breeze that came, but he continued to walk. There was some clean water in his bag, something he'd been clever enough to remember to bring with him.
As he looked up at the moon, he remembered an old rhyme that talked about a ruler on the moon. A vision of a serene face came to his sight and he felt his heart ache.
He'd been alone all of his life, only Herobrine - 'Damn him!' - had been a constant presence. Even if he was just trying to hurt Steve, trying to send him to his doom...
'We're always doing the same thing... Always running.'
The face on the moon withered away into the bright light that he knew it for. Loneliness washed over him, but he face of Herobrine stayed with him. It filled him with fear, and he strangest warmth began to fill his belly.
'No!'
He leaned against of the trees, seeing red apples on its branches. The heat came again, stronger than before. Steve looked up through the leaves at the moon. An apple fell down, as Steve felt his legs crumble beneath him. The bark against his fingers was rough, but he wished for something rougher. Teeth against his neck, eyes that seemed completely white and glowing staring into his; his heart was getting warmer and warmer, along with his body. He reached down for the apple with his free hand, lips getting sticky with juice as he bit into the replacement for the flesh that he wanted between his teeth. He imagined fangs in his mouth, marking this being, this supposed Hero.
He put his hand from the tree into his trousers and touched the sensitive flesh there. The sweetness of the apple, the fierceness of his teeth, and the roughness of his calloused hand; it drove him over the edge and he moaned softly as he felt wetness spread there, his mind coming down from a high.
"Fuck you..." he whispered to the cold air.
Steve vaguely wondered what would happen if he did fulfill those words. He felt tired... Time to sleep. He'd be safe under the oak tree.
The dream came as it always did. He was small and something was carrying him.
The NOTch came into his view.
"Stay safe. Run. Don't stop." These were the words given to him... His life.
Alex, his caretaker, held him close, cooing at him. Steve sat on the bed, sucking his thumb.
"My-"
"He will die at the Ocean Hero's hands." The NOTch left soon after, placing the Sword next to the sleepy toddler.
Alex had run with him at first. The first time, however, stood out in his mind.
The Creepers had been exploding in the village. Steve had been shown a picture of Herobrine, and he felt enamored by it.
"Hero" meant "savior," Alex had told him, and the Ocean was where he needed to go.
The Creepers had been exploding in the village, and Herobrine had sent them there. With Alex's bloody stump of an arm, Steve was carried. He could only look at the village burning behind them, the scent of pork - the flesh of the villagers roasting like a caught boar - alive in the air.
The fire was nothing compared to the flame of hate in Steve's heart.
The scent of brine tingled his nose, mixing with the scent of apples and the morning air when he awoke. It relaxed him.
He hated it.
