Welcome back guys to when the world falls down. Thank you for all the support! Now some answers to the reviews.

Little lizard lover: Yeah, I know it did take a long time. Blame it on writers block :)

Not telling XYZ: I appreciate wild and civilized views alike.

Dirtblockz: Don't worry, but Beatrix won't play a big part in this story.

Guest: I watched it three days ago? Not sure what you mean.

With that, we can get onto the stories, with questions to the character coming later.

"Holy %# !"Derrick yells and instantly brings out his rather lightweight M4 carbine, that was hooked on his back. I take out a handgun that was given to me. I aim and strike the first blaze in the face with a bullet. And retreats, with a crack in its face, but it justs glows brighter and spits a fireball. I widen my eyes and duck just as it starts a fire next to me on the netherrack. Candle mumbles something and throws some potion, bringing up a horrid smell, rotten fish. The blazes shriek and fly up higher, but gives us a chance to hide, with the few little rocks and hills the netherrack had for us. Derrick lets loose a magazine at the blaze, and manage to bring one down.

There were probably about a dozen blazes, hovering above us, bombarding us with fireballs. I run like h*ll and glance to see two blazes flying down to me. roll behind a rock, but they're flying so not much help. I aim my pistol and let loose two rounds. One round strikes one of the blazes face, and but the other flies off somewhere. The other blaze hisses while the other flies back retreating, trying to heal its injured body. I see it flying down, literally submerging itself in lava. Then it comes out, good as new. Great, yet another thing I had to worry about. I fire the rest of the magazine at the other blaze.

It flies and dodges, but three rounds managed to strike its face, and breaks into miniature gold ingots, which flies down. For some reason I grab them, and I'm surprised to find that its lightweight and not that hot. Then it comes. The gold quite literally melts into my hand, and I stare at it in surprise. Excruciating pains comes to me, and stumble, as the Blazes raises up, eyes blazing.

I try to raise my hand up, but it doesn't falter. And then it fires. The fireball impacts me, and I find myself waiting. Waiting for more pain. But it never comes. The blaze stares at me, obviously confused, and then fires another volley. It hits me over and over again, yet I don't feel anything. I stare at it. The blaze shrieks, and starts desperately fires again, and again but I don't budge. And suddenly I felt a surge of anger. So what if they weren't wither skeletons? They were evil monsters. How many times had they ended someones lives? Someone I knew! Enraged, I put my hand up, and a blue fireball literally lights up in my hand. With burning hatred, I launch it at the blaze, completely incinerating it. As the dust falls of what remained of the blaze, I realize what I did, and what I had to do.

I run towards Derrick and Candle, who are both alive, but struggling. Derrick has soot covering his face, and bruises. Candles blonde hair is wild everywhere, and he's limping. The hatred starts up again, and I launch flames at the last eight blazes, as Derrick and Candle get some credit. Every single flame impacts them and they shriek, but more blazes start to raise up. I rub my hands together, but before I can, rounds strike the blazes. They start falling easily. I recognize the sound. A sniper rifle?

I see a four men, and a single woman, staring through her sights of the infamous Dragunov SVD semi-automatic DMR (designated marksman rifle). The other men start firing a volley of shells, with the blazes falling, but they launch their own attack, one fireball striking a man with him falling down. I ignite again and run towards the blazes. I shoot a blue fireball and a blaze falls. I launch one last volley, and the last three blazes fall. Derrick stares at me as well as candle. The new people stare at me. I stare at them. Finally, Derrick speaks up.

"Badass man. Badass."

Too short of a chapter, so I'm going to use the infamous line.

I stare at my hands, still smoldering with blue and white fire. The woman, assumingly the leader with the Dragunov steps up.

"You….you can use fire?"she asks me. She has purple and black dyed-hair, with icy blue eyes that seemed to drill into me. Suddenly I don't feel that confident any more.

"Uh….yeah…."I trail off, looking at my hands, the flames finally extinguished. I also realize another thing. I'm not very hot anymore. The temperature feels just right to me. I smile and nod my head.

"Well okay, I guess you can,"Candle says still staring at me with interest, but with a glint to his eye which I didn't like very much. He looks upon me and I could literally hear him say through his head, "I wonder if I could examine him. Maybe dissect DNA. Hmmm….."which totally creeped me out. He wasn't even thankful. Derrick, on the other hand, was.

"Holy shiat man!" (purposely spelled shiat) Derrick says, with a more playful glimpse in his eyes, as he cocks his head.

I turn my head back and meet the cold glare of the woman facing Derrick.

"So you're immune to fire. Let's introduce ourselves,"she tells us.

"I'm Devon, former soldier of the US army,"I say.

"Sergeant Derrick, soldier of Beta company, 3rd platoon, US army."

"Candle. Scientist of Beta company, working with MCIA,"Candle tells her. I flinch. He works with the MCIA? My mind is suddenly filled with hatred as I remember Epsilon. My hands clench with anger and hate, but I restrain myself.

"Lieutenant Veronica, black ops. I don't have anything else to say, do I?"she asks smugly.

The three others step up, introducing themselves one by one.

"Corporal Jackson,US marines."

"Sergeant Lawrence, US marines."

"Private Denver, US marines."

I nod. "Did you come from a nether portal?"I ask. She eyes me.

"So, you know about them. Yes. A team of black ops, led by me, codenamed Panther team. We were sent here under investigation, but our mission was sabotaged. The facility was attacked by rogue MCIA agents, and was destroyed. We were forced to rush through the Portal, but not before my squad was killed by the MCIA. I managed to find some Army personnel here and there on my rush to the portal, and thats how they got here with me,"Veronica tells us, gesturing to the others. They nod. The clearly weren't noobs, by their gear and posture. Even the private looked battle hardened, which was more than I could say for me. I only managed to get to PFC (private first class) before quitting, because I decided I wanted to live a life that didn't involve shooting. Now look where I am now. I had submerged myself into world of greatness once again. Just great.

With Devon's new friends, will he be able to find help, and survive the struggles of the nether? Find out next chapter, Well hello there.