Wither stormed over to Max and Charlie, a dark pressure bubbling within Him. It was something He had never felt before; an unknown urge to do something that materialized behind His eyes, like a headache, but... more. It was something He had no clue how to identify. He did know that He was angry, though. He was so very, very angry. Charlie had been attacking His best friend, keeping her to the ground, and that made Him mad.
Charlie swiftly pulled Max to her feet, shoving her behind him. Wither glared murderously at Charlie, furious that- Wait. That was it. That was what His great urge was. He wanted to murder Charlie. The pressure intensified, aching as it spread through the rest of His head, seeming to answer to His realization of His wish to cause such harm to the Minecrafter who dared touch Max.
Wither ran at them, enraged that Max looked at all frightened, furious that Charlie had caused her to look so. Because it had to have been Charlie who caused that look. Max knew Wither would never hurt her. Max knew.
He slammed into the male Minecrafter as Max gave a startled cry, being pushed again to the ground by being too close to Charlie when Wither attacked him. Then, Wither got smacked in the face with something hard and he went reeling, startled by the impact. He spotted the wooden sword just as it was coming for another blow, not having enough time to scoff at how foolish a weapon that was. Wood was the weakest material for tools; it made no sense for Charlie to use it to defend himself. The sword went flying when Wither snatched it from Charlie's hands, tossing it off to the side as He lunged forwards to attack again.
The sound of Max yelling caught Wither's attention, and so Charlie was able to dodge, Wither's hands grasping at air instead of flesh. Max sounded odd, like she was thousands of blocks away instead of a mere seven. Wither couldn't make out what she was saying, even though it should've been the simplest thing. She looked afraid- terrified, more like it, and that made Wither's rage grow. How dare Charlie cause Max to grow even more afraid. How dare he. He turned on Charlie again, ignoring the iron sword the Minecrafter now held and was swinging at Him. There was something Wither was forgetting; something that was a large part of himself, but He didn't know what it was. The pressure was covering up anything unimportant to this moment, becoming almost unbearable in its intensity. Anything that could distract from killing was gone, lost in confusing fuzz that was his mind.
His prey looked familiar, but He couldn't figure out why. He didn't much care about that, though. He just wanted to add its blood to the rest of the multicoloured liquids that now covered him from some earlier activity. The pressure lightened in one area of His head, letting Him access a memory that told him it was blood. Multicoloured blood. He assumed He'd been killing before He found this new thing to slaughter. This didn't sooth the eager feeling He was filled with, though. He wanted more than anything to murder the one in front of Him, to entertain Himself or to ease the drowning, He didn't know. Because He was drowning. He was drowning in the blood lust and He needed to breathe but He couldn't because there was no air but there could be air if only He could just kill. To live He needed to kill kill kill kill kill.
The prey gave a startled cry when He snatched its arm, yanking it towards him. There was yelling off to the side, but He didn't care to spare whatever it was a glance. He was almost there.
He threw away the pointy white metal thing that the prey was using as a weapon, uncaring when it caused His hand to bleed. The pain was somewhat grounding, though, letting Wither remember that something existed beyond the urges and fog in his head, but then He was pulled in again.
He stalked forwards, a horrid grin marring His face. The prey scrambled back, frightened by Him, and He felt his grin grow wider. Something tugged on His arm and He growled in irritation, lashing out at whatever it was as He turned to face it. A prey-shaped thing stood there, appearing fairly surprised, though He wasn't sure why. It was holding its arm where He had struck it, blood welling up from the slight scratches His nails had caused. He watched the blood trail down its arm, frozen from some unknown emotion.
He took a step forwards to do- He wasn't sure. To kill? To help? Both emotions warred inside Him, but He smacked into something before He could reach it, leaping back in surprise. He snarled angrily, pushing at the thing He could not see. The urge to kill now overruled any wish to fix what wounds had been caused. His prey was right there. Right there and He couldn't reach it. He tried to circle around whatever invisible barrier held Him back, smacking into another invisible thing for His troubles. He felt himself grow agitated as the pressure grew within Him, thumping like a heart beat throughout His entire body. .
Turning, He attempted to find a way that wasn't blocked by an invisible barrier, which He soon found that to be impossible. He tried scrambling up the barrier to escape, but there were no holds. The constant pressure receded just enough to remind Him, like how He had remembered himself momentarily, but now He remembered things instead of His identity. Things that He could do but normal people couldn't. Magic-power things. He tried to teleport outside the barrier, not entirely sure how He did so, and succeeded. He grinned triumphantly until He was teleported back to the invisible cage. He tried again and again, but got the same result each time, no matter where He tried to go. Then, He attempted flying up to go over the barriers, but slammed into another one a few blocks up. He snarled in anger, dropping to the ground again to slam countless times against the wall, desperately trying to reach His prey that shouldn't still be alive. Neither of them should be alive.
The prey he had first been attacking - male, perhaps - now stood and made his way to the female, which was the one he had scratched, even as He scrabbled at the invisible thing to try and get at them, snarling. The male spoke nervously to the other and the female scowled at him, saying something back. They sounded too far away for Him to make out what they were saying, but He didn't care, anyway.
The female said something else, turning to Him. He slammed his hands against the barrier over and over, doing His best to break through to get to the prey that was ow approaching. She looked sad, and frightened, and confused, gently putting a hand up against the barrier as He smacked it again. He ceased His attack on the invisible barrier, glaring at her furiously. She said something, quiet enough that He wouldn't have been able to hear even if she didn't sound so far away. The world began to grow darker, which frightened Him, causing Him to start trying to break free from his cage once again. His movements began to slow and His breathing turned heavy. The pressure was much worse than it had been before, letting Him know that He needed to kill the female, and the urge was so overwhelming that it felt like there wasn't enough air anywhere and He didn't want to stop moving. But He did, resting his arms against the barrier as He panted for breath, sliding down the invisible wall when He felt His knees weaken.
He clawed at the wall of the unseen cage as he went down, making one last effort to escape even as his eyes slid shut and unconsciousness overtook him.
Feel free to throw things at me for taking a while, again. So sorry about that, but life is evil and electronic time is growing sparse. Anyway, here's a question for you people:
What's going on with Wither?
I know, but I want to see whether or not you guys can figure it out. Just curious.
DarkWolf133:
Thanks! ^^ Evil All really is fun, isn't It?
