Chapter 6: BitCrushe
I grip my sword hilt one last time and jump out at the skeletons, smacking the flat of the blade against one of them. It flew into another and they both despawn before the arrows started firing. I duck under one and sidestep another, a third grazing my left shoulder as I tackle another skeleton to the ground, stabbing my sword into its head. It despawns and I roll to the side, barely registering the stinging pain in my shoulder as I kick one's legs out from underneath it and twisting around, kicking it into another skeleton. Jumping up was a bad idea, as I was smacked back into the dirt soon after. I lunge out like a wild animal and jammed the butt of the hilt into a skeleton's skull. It despawns with a short crack and I jump up just as an arrow lodged itself into my left hand. I let out a screech and drop my sword, yanking the arrow out and being rewarded with a gut-wrenching spurt of blood as I flung it into the crowd.
I'm smacked back down into the dirt after a moment to catch my breath, the adrenalin leaving me with my breath. My wounds throb painfully and I can't move as I struggle to breath.
I could hear arrows being pulled back and most likely aimed, but footsteps seemed to quiet them all. I open my eyes a slit. Ryan was standing over me, and he grabs my shirt in his fist, pulling me closer to him. "I'd hate to kill you, sister," he whispers so quietly that only I can hear him. "But you made a choice that resulted in this, and I'm sorry. We can't have nuisances hanging around." He raises his bone arm, an iron sword appearing in his hand. I close my eyes.
"Forgive me, Alyssa."
"No!" A voice shouts, and I note the sound of a fist connecting with bone and someone skidding across the ground before my mind detects the energy spike that signifies teleportation. Oh God, I think. If Storm just sucker punched Ryan in the face, we're all dead.
A blunt hand gently touches mine as I detected another spike of energy. This time, I was the one being teleported.
Rain falls around in sheets and bites my wounds for a few seconds before seemingly setting them, the water replacing the blood I lost. I give a short sigh of relief, also feeling my clothes starting to stick to my body. The air is chilly and my right hand curls around slick blades of grass- wait. I raise my right arm and open my eyes a bit. The blackness has scuttled back, probably to heal my current wounds, and my hand seems to have grown back. Finally!
I drop my arm and it lands on something soft and pink. My pig squirms out from underneath it, nudging my face slightly. I give him a small smile and scratch him behind an ear.
I'm lying on something of a hilly place, trees surrounding me and snow around in irregular patches. They flatten out in the distance, where the snow biome begins. My pack lies off to the side, looking like someone's been rummaging through it. I scowl and reach over to it, sending small spikes of pain through my left hand as I grab it and pull it over to me, pushing myself into a sitting position as I look through it. My fingers close around a small loaf of bread and I pull it out, tearing off a chunk and holding it out for the pig. He trots up closer to me and bites it from my hand as I take a small nibble from my piece.
". . . Do you know where we are?" I ask near silently, not expecting an answer. The pig just stares up at me blankly that I take as a no.
I give a defeated sigh and take another bite, my mind beginning to wander. Something seems off, and even as I brush a wet strand of hair out of my face I can't- wait. The rain now stings my right arm and I wince slightly. Am I . . . taking damage?
My eyes widen and I scramble to my feet, ducking under the leaves of a tall tree to avoid the rain. "Storm!" I shout, cupping my hands around my mouth. "Storm, can you hear me?! Storm!"
The only reply I get is my voice echoing back through the trees. A sinking feeling reaches the pit of my stomach and I dash off in a random direction impulsively, my mind blank on everything but trying to find him. He may be hurt, he may be killed, and I don't know I just need to find him!
I suddenly stop, hearing a low, soft moan, like an Enderman's voice clip from before the 1.2.5 update and whirl around in that direction. My mind clicks and, in a short burst of purple pixels, I'm kneeling beside the one in question, his hand grasped gently against my chest. Storm's face is covered in multiple cuts and gashes, and they're all bleeding pretty badly. He's soaked to the bone, and as the last dim rays of the sun start to set, he turns his head towards me. "M-my queen . . ."
"Don't call me that!" I yell, tears forming around my eyes and stinging the right side of my face. "You're dying! Don't you have anything better to say?!"
"Should I . . . have anything . . . to say at all?" he breathes, his deep violet eyes searching mine. They were once so clear and bright, now dull and clammy, clouded with pain. I squeeze his arm a bit tighter. "Keep talking," I whisper. "Please, keep talking. I don't want to forget your voice."
His hand gently squeezes mine. "I'm . . . sorry . . . for not coming with . . . you," he whispers. "I left an . . . afterimage . . . of you so . . . they wouldn't come . . . for you here." He lets out a ragged sigh. "But I . . . shouldn't . . . have stayed . . . and fought."
He grabs my shirt suddenly; pulling me closer to his face with such strength I flail my arms for balance. "Listen. I won't . . . be around . . . for you to . . . rely on anymore," he hisses. "All the . . . hostile mobs know . . . your face now. Stay away . . . from the . . . darkness . . . seek out . . . people you . . . can trust . . . and always . . . watch your . . . back." His grip slackens and his arm drops, his violet eyes glazing over. I bury my face into his chest and cry softly.
When I'm finally dried out, his body begins to dissolve into fade into purple pixels. I watch silently until he's gone, the only thing left of him being the blood on the ground and his last words ringing through my mind. My body is weak and my head is spinning, but I can't collapse here. My pig, who has been watching me this whole time, nudges me up onto his back. I don't need a saddle to ride him as he leads me back to where I woke up at. I grab my pack and slide off him, pulling out a black jacket I crafted while I was in the End and my old Sansa that I found was in here, pulling the jacket on and plugging my earbuds in, turning on BitCrushe by Hatsune Miku and Kasane Teto. The jacket covers up the parts of me that have been fused with an Enderman's, concealing me from the rain just as the song starts. I pull my hood up and place the Sansa in my jeans pocket, starting to walk into the snow biome as I sling my pack over my shoulder. My pig trotted beside me.
"Why are they smiling?
"Why are we crying?
"Good thing to rethink
"Because feelings only
"Kill."
The rain changes to snow, but I keep my hood up.
"Within a colorful dream
"They have a fitting smile.
"We looked down on that
"I WANT TO KILL YOU.
"Monochrome dobs
"From us come pulsing circles
"Falling deeper and deeper
"Into darkness."
I come to the edge of a cliff, staring out at the rising moon. "Stay away from the darkness," I whisper, trying to remember the words. Kill you. "Find people you can trust." I'm crusher. "Always watch your back." Bit you.
Herobrine wants me dead. But Storm said that as if he were trying to take over all of Minecraft. I need to look into this more when I can.
Die.
I really advise listening to BitCrushe by Hatsune Miku and Kasane Teto while reading this chapter. :D
Well anyway…time for review replies! (This is my reply to the people who reviewed anonymously)
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