Silent Lovers Ch. 7

The nightmares only seem to get more heart wrenching as the nights pass. I woke up from my most recent escapade, which of course didn't end before meeting the infamous man with shining, grey eyes.

The bastard killed everyone. He killed Jacob!

Was he fucking insane? My emotions barged through my mind, mixing in with my thoughts and changing my train of thought.

It's no coincidence that even now, running away from the village and burning away my identity, he has managed to find me.

I've made it my personally goal to find him and get an explanation.

I'm not going to let him hurt another person.


She has willingly sought me out, it is only proper of me to acknowledge her efforts.

Camille, I promise your time will not be wasted.


I've been searching all day now, collecting resources along the way. Night had fallen, and I still couldn't find any signs of him.

If he's been following me, there must be some sort of camp around here somewhere, I thought.
There'd be no way he could just sleep under the stars like some kind of wil animal, it's much too cold.

As if on cue, snow particles trickled down on the taiga biome, slathering the birch trees with their intricate shapes and patterns.

It'd be a beautiful sight, if I wasn't looking for a murderer, I thought grimly.

I continued on through the snow and past the forest. I didn't want to give up just yet, because if I did and went to sleep, he'd just torture me there and use my weaknesses against me.

By now, my nose was a bright red cherry plopped on my pale face and my lips were chapped and blue.

"I kind of look like that flag of Amerih-kuh, or whatever they call it in those stories."

When I was younger, my parents would read me stories of faraway lands that had big birds that would carry testificates, but they weren't testificates either.
They looked a lot like me and my parents, small noses and hands that didn't clasp together so strangely.
My parents especially enjoyed talking of Amerih-kuh or Inglan, places that had flags of white, red, and blue.

My mind rambled on and on, reminiscing all my precious memories spent with my family, not even realizing I had walked into a clearing.

"Greetings, my dear Camille." My thoughts had been interupted by a deep, husky voice. Barely above a whisper, but the sound just slithers into your ear, making it seem louder than it is.

"You." I adressed him. I looked to my sides, this was the very same place where we met in my dream, a snow filled clearing with tress hugging all around.

"What are you doing here?" I tried to sound as confident as I could, but all I could muster was a shaky voice filled with uncertainty.

"I thought you were out to find me? Isn't that why you've walked this far, into this place? Don't tell me you led me here on accident?" He answered back, a slight smirk twitching its way on his face.

"What...no, what are you talking about, I didn't lead us anywhere! You just-"

He interjected, "I just what, Camille? I'll have you know, my name is Herobrine- better to get it out of the way- and you certainly, indeed, have in fact led us to where our initial meeting was supposed to be held."

His words were smooth and dangerous, like venom.

I don't think I could escape, but when have I ever managaed to do even that?

"Well then, Herobrine," I spat. "you are one hell of a monster."


She stood there glaring at me, I suppose she does have the right to be angry, but all emotions fade with time.

"I want to know why you're following me, what do you want from me?" Camille almost sounded desperate, like having answers will clear her mind and fears.

He laughed, then looked at me with a glint in his eye that only projected mischief.

"Follow me."


This one's a short-stack! Had to hurry on this one since I had limited time.

Muah! 3