Disclaimer: I own nothing from Minecraft. The only things I own are my OCs, and my plot. Each OC belongs to their respective creator.
A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back with a new chapter! I gotta say, finding time to write is tough with all the schoolwork I have to do, but I'm still finding at least some time to write. I can't wait till summer, then I'll have plenty of time to write! I don't really have much to say, other than this is a rather interesting chapter as it shows a group alluded to in the past. Well, please enjoy! Also, drop a review telling me how I did if you wouldn't mind.
-Jaden's Point of View-
"My name is Jaden." I answered as their group and I waited outside the room where their friend, I learned his name was Jeff, was being operated on by a teen named Josh. It was beyond me how a teen would be able to save his life from such a grievous wound. It was a grim thought, but from what I had seen of the wound it looked like they would need a professional surgeon to have any hope of fixing the problem. To be honest I had hoped to meet all these people under more jovial circumstances, but it really couldn't be helped. At least they were still trying to be friendly despite the looming worry.
"Well then, Jaden." The spiky-haired teen named Glenn held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. Thanks for the help back there, by the way. We haven't really thanked you yet." He smiled, though given the situation it was clearly more forced.
I accepted the handshake with a smile of my own. "No problem." Then I felt a pang of regret, "I just wish I had been there sooner…"
Glenn shook his head. "No, you did what you could. At least you drove him off. Jeff was already in bad condition, if we had waited any longer…well, no need to think about that now." He then took a seat on the bench next to the white haired girl, glancing at the door for a few moments before turning to Hanabi and starting a conversation with the ghast girl. I was still surprised they had teamed up with mobs in the first place. Their reactions to one another were interesting as well. Glenn appeared to be talking to Hanabi about her wound, which had been bandaged up shortly after the battle. It didn't take a genius to notice Hanabi was relishing the attention; apparently she was pretty obsessed with the boy. The shorter teen, DJ, seemed to be barely containing his anger, the spider girl next to him trying to coax him into calming down. The Enderwomen Andr was the most distraught of all, hugging her legs to herself while tears threatened to fall. Obviously I wasn't as torn up seeing as how I didn't know the guy, but given the fact he led this considerably large group spoke well for his character. It would be bad if he died, especially after defeating the Nether Boss for the first time.
It was then the door opened. Out from it came Josh with gloves stained in red. Cupa stood behind him, looking quite tired. Both had tired smiles on their faces. Andr immediately went to them.
"How is Jeff? Is he okay?" She asked, still brimming with worry.
Josh was quick to assure the Enderwoman, "We managed to save him." Everyone released a breath they hadn't known they were holding, relaxing as the worries of a friend dying left them. "He's weak right now, but with a few days of rest he will have completely recovered. Additionally, there were some side effects. He may have some…new…abilities."
"Abilities?" Sabri spoke with a questioning glance, "What do you mean?"
Josh sighed, "It would be easier to explain to you the background first." he started, "If this had been the real world, it is almost certain Jeff would have died. But thanks to being in Minecraft, he wasn't technically dead, but living on half a heart."
"Half a heart? In game terms?" Glenn spoke, "Doesn't that mean he would have lived regardless?"
"No." Josh clarified, "He would have died even so, but we managed to get back here just in time. What I mean to say is that half a heart just kept him stable. As we have observed this isn't exactly like the game. Anyway, Jeff received damage equal to that of a point-blank TNT explosion. If it hadn't been for having armor points thanks to his shoulder pads, it would have killed him."
"So if I have gauntlets," DJ spoke, "then even if I get hit in the legs my gauntlet will protect me?"
Josh nodded carefully, "To…an extent. Though if someone were to swing a sword at your legs and you were wearing no leg armor, they would still undoubtedly be cut off. Wearing armor will only make you more resistant to general damage, and of course protect you from getting hurt if it is hit directly. I'm referring to explosions, falling, even lava when it comes to general protection. Don't count on lasting long in lava, though."
"I thought we were talking about Jeff's new abilities?" Hanabi pointed out our deviation from the main point.
"Right." Josh took a moment to collect his thoughts, "As I was saying, he had half a heart of life and I could not heal him with potions. I'm assuming the damage to his heart was just too much. It wasn't strong enough to pump blood properly and give him the energy he needed." Josh readjusted his glasses, "So, I had to improvise."
"Improvise?" DJ raised an eyebrow, "When you say improvise, it just makes me nervous."
Josh ignored DJ's comment. "Naturally there was nothing I could use as a power source to keep his heart pumping. But…what do we have that has consumable energy of its own?" Josh questioned, eyes sweeping over everyone.
Seeing that no one was going to say anything, I decided to give my best guess. "Redstone?" I chanced. I mean, that had electricity, right?
Josh nodded, "That is correct, mr…" he looked at me expectantly.
"Silvic." I answered for him, "Jaden Silvic. I'm the one who stabbed the teleporting guy."
"I recall. Thank you for the help." He gave me a smile of thanks before resuming his explanation. "Redstone. It was a power source, and had energy. If I could somehow combine it with Jeff, he may live. But how to do so? Then I recalled crafting. I figured I was thinking too logically…in this world, it would appear certain parts of any creature can be used to craft. Anything." Josh smirked. "So what did I do? Using Jeff's heart and redstone as ingredients, I created our created our friend's new redstone heart. It is able to hold up his energy perfectly, possibly even more effective than his original heart ever was. As a result he now has, in theory, the ability to manipulate electricity. I'm eager to test it."
"You mean to tell me he can control lightning and other stuff like that!?" DJ asked loudly, eyes wide, "Can I get that!?"
Josh gave him an exasperated look. "If you want to try and hit the sweet spot between death and damaging your heart enough to where you are on the verge of it, be my guest."
DJ smiled sheepishly while voicing a quick 'never mind'. Josh spoke up again, "Look, by all rights this shouldn't have been possible. In this world or the real one. Make no mistake, we were VERY lucky." He gave us all a hard look. "Anyway, Jeff is fine." Josh summarized, finally relaxing himself. "No strenuous activity for a few days and he'll be fine. He won't even have scars thanks to some useful potions. Actually, knowing him it might be hard to get him to take it easy…"
"Um…I'll make sure he doesn't do anything too bad." Andr spoke up, smiling lightly. She looked quite relieved after all that had happened.
Josh smiled at that. "I figured you would. He'll be waking up soon, so if you could tell him what I just explained when he does I'd appreciate it. I'm rather exhausted from the ordeal, so I think I'm just going to rest for a while."
"Oh! Is Jeff ready to see anyone yet?" Andr asked.
Josh shrugged, "I guess, though he's asleep right now so-" He began before being interrupted.
"Who's asleep?" Jeff appeared in the doorway, limping slightly and holding his bandaged chest with one hand, but otherwise just fine.
"Jeff!" Andr gasped and was suddenly by his side, hugging him tightly while crying into his chest, as if seeing him alive was the trigger for allowing her emotions to express themselves.
"Hey! Andr, what's the matter?" Jeff asked as he quickly wrapped his own arms around her form in an attempt to comfort the human mob. "What's wrong?"
Andr raised her head to look up at him, "Are you kidding? You almost died! I was so scared! If you had died I…I would never…" She broke down again as she buried her head in his chest once more, tears she had been holding in all this time flowing freely now.
Jeff smiled softly, "Hey, it's alright. I'm fine now, aren't I? Alive and healthy! Well, mostly. There's a nasty crick in my neck you see…" Andr's sobs changed to a little giggle at Jeff's attempt at joking.
"You idiot…don't make me go through that ever again, okay?" Andr asked while making a pout.
"I'll try my best." Jeff agreed.
There was a moment of silence as Andr and Jeff simply smiled at one another. It was a pretty touching moment, but regardless I still needed to make sure they remembered I was even still here.
-Jeff's Point of View-
"Excuse me?" I turned my head away from Andr to another person in the room I hadn't noticed until now. "I just wanted to know if I could join you all. My group…I mean, I don't have a group myself, and all alone…well…" He trailed off as I stared at him quizzically. Where did he come from?
Josh managed to disperse my confusion. "He is the one who drove away Vile so we could get you back here in time." Josh offered a smile. "His name is Jaden Silvic. He managed to sneak up on our aggressor and stab him." He finished his explanation as I stared at the teen, looking to be about the same age as myself.
I decided to cut right to the chase, "So, Jaden, you want to join us huh?" I asked as a smirk appeared on my face.
"Well, yeah. I mean, if that's okay." He answered, slightly unsure.
"I'd say stabbing a guy who's trying to kill us is plenty proof that you're on our side. So why not? We have plenty of room in this house anyway. It'll be nice to have one more to watch our back, and we'll watch yours in return." I held out my hand to Jaden, "Deal?"
He looked surprised by my quick acceptance for a moment, before grinning and accepting my handshake. "Sounds good to me!"
And just like that, our group increased in size once more.
-Elsewhere, Third Person Point of View-
"FIRE!" A boom echoed across the valley, a coagulation of zombies and skeletons becoming little more than dust under the massive explosion. Despite this, more mobs continued to move toward the massive moving fortress that was the resistance base, replacing those lost easily. "We need to get closer!" The same player who had commanded the shot spoke.
"We can't!" Another player called out to the speaker. "There's too many! If we move forward now, creepers will tear the ship apart! We can't handle that kind of damage!" The player explained as the other cursed under his breath.
"Well, we have to do something…!" The first mumbled as he looked over the battlefield. Various mobs littered the valley in front of the ship, far too many to count, let alone kill. It was as if for every one they killed there were two more to take their place. It didn't help that there were quite a few more creepers spread among the crowd than he liked. All were on a warpath to get to the iron and wooden construct that was the Resistance base. All the while, he noted with disgust, their ship, the ship HE commanded, was being pushed back. Without the aid of the resistance base, the outpost they were attempting to save would be overrun, and the people inside would be killed…or worse, converted. The thought made him sick.
Suddenly the ship shook, causing the captain of the base to stumble. Simultaneously, he heard an explosion that sounded far too close for comfort. "Damage report! What was that!?" He yelled over the sounds of combat.
"Creepers, captain!" Another player was quick to answer, emerging from the below decks, sweat visible on his brow.
"How did they get close enough?" The captain questioned the messenger.
"Captives escorted them here, sir! They're trying to get onboard! Two of ours…" The player didn't finish his sentence.
"Damn!" If captives showed up, there was no way they could risk pushing forward, or even stay here. It would be far too risky, and if any of Herobrine's higher-ranking lackeys decided to join the attack… "Sound the retreat! Send up a flare so Outpost Iron knows they're going to have to do a mining escape! We have no choice."
The messenger looked unsure. "But sir-"
"I know. But if we press forward, the entire resistance could be jeopardized. We have to go." This was always the hardest part of being a leader. You had to make the tough decisions no one else would. He could only hope they had bought enough time for the players stationed at the outpost to make it out.
"They're retreating. The flare is up."
"What? What do we do, then?" The two lookouts of Outpost Iron jumped down from the perch on the wall, heading to the main building.
"We evacuate. Into the caves. The mob army is still across the valley thanks to the Gravedigger, so we can probably escape before they can catch our trail." The first lookout explained to the other, even as they entered the base, and then to the room where the mine rested. Already six others were assembled there, the rest of the players staffed at the outpost. One of the six stepped forward, a massive war hammer of obsidian resting on his shoulder. The man looked to be in his early thirties, well built if the way he held the hammer effortlessly was anything to go by. He was the current leader of the outpost, Jerod.
"What's the situation?" Jerod asked the two as they came to a halt in front of him.
"Not good. We have to escape into the mine. The Gravedigger was forced to retreat." One of the lookouts reported. Despite the bad news, Jerod nodded calmly.
"Alright. No need to worry yet, we can still get out of this mess. As you said, we'll head into the mine. From there we can mine to-" Jerod didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as the wall separating the interior of the base from the exterior exploded, sending fragments of stone every which way. To the players' horror, Captives filed in, all lining the now open entrance as a player in a red and black cloak strode in, the sound of chains following his movements. He sported bright red hair, and a smile that made it seem as if he were anticipating something. Then he spoke.
"Y'know, you resistance guys are annoyingly elusive. Seriously, how am I supposed to get any excitement 'round here if you all hide in the dirt like a bunch of worms? No fun at all!" He chuckled lowly, "Whatever. At least that bastard Kel finally let me lead an attack. He's been keepin' me cooped up back at base for way too long…"
Jerod grimaced, easily recognizing the person talking before him. One of the players who decided to join Herobrine, infamous for all the death he had caused to so many innocent players. Honestly, Jerod couldn't help but wonder whether or not the malicious teen had been a killer before being sucked into the game. The demented individual had been with them for a very short time, before Herobrine had given him powers. The red haired teen then turned around and killed his resistance squad, stringing up their bodies on chains. There had been no survivors of that killing, aside from the killer himself. Killing, to him, was a game. To him, it was fun.
"Kyle…" Jerod's grip on his hammer tightened.
"Hm?" Kyle focused on the hammer wielding individual, before suddenly bursting out in maniacal laughter. "Oh wow! No way! No wonder those resistance pieces of shit were trying so hard to get here! Boy am I lucky! Looks like I get the honor of killing one of the six generals!" The demented teen brought his cloaks sleeves up, chains tipped with rune-covered knives spilling out. "This is gonna be fun! When you die…" An absolutely insane smile spread across the teen's face, "That's one step closer to killing the whole lot of you! Ha ha…HAHAHA!" He suddenly spun around, the chains flying out at the group of resistance fighters.
Jerod reacted quickly, knowing how dangerous it would be if we was hit with one of the runic knives. He swung his hammer, catching the knives and forcing them back at their owner. Kyle simply moved his arms slightly, the chains landing harmlessly back on the floor. Jerod wasted no time.
"All of you! Escape into the mine!" Jerod shouted as he dashed toward the Herobrine serving teen.
"But general…!" One of the players began to protest as they inched toward the mine.
"GO! NOW! THAT'S AN ORDER!" Jerod shouted as he swung his hammer down at Kyle, the younger player jumping over the swing. The resistance members hesitated a moment longer before running to the mine, disappearing into it in short order.
"Hey! Don't run!" Kyle called, "Don't just stand there! After 'em ya undead bastards!" He ordered the Captives, as the former players began to move to the hole.
"I don't think so!" Jerod materialized a trigger from his inventory, depressing the button on it. Immediately the roof above the mine exploded, debris blocking the entrance and crushing many of the Captives who had drawn near the mine. Kyle let out a growl as he turned back to the general.
"Oh, how heroic! Too bad…looks like you won't be around to see the people you saved die by my hand later. But that's fine by me!" Kyle tossed chains at the general once more, subtle movements of his arms changing the direction of the chains easily, moving them in intricate, precise strikes.
Yet Jerod stood firm. He expertly manipulated his hammer, deflecting the strikes with the practiced ease of a veteran, all the while slowly approaching the attacking teen. As soon as there was a break in the onslaught of chains, Jerod took the opening to charge his opponent, smashing his hammer into the villain's frame, rocketing him out of the base and into the open valley. Jerod quickly ran after him, hoping that blow had been enough. He was destined to be disappointed.
"Ouch! You hit hard." Kyle stood up from the ground just as Jerod ran to him, swinging his hammer once more. Kyle dodged the swing, using his chains to pull him away. "But I really should thank you."
Jerod glared, "For what? The broken bones?"
Kyle frowned, "I suppose in my own way…but more importantly, we're out of that cramped room, you know?"
Jerod's eyes widened, as he took a step back, realizing his folly.
"Now…I can REALLY have some fun!" Kyle laughed as hundreds of chains all flew from various openings in his cloak, all coming from different angles at the general. Jerod desperately tried to block all of them, moving rapidly, hammer flying in all directions to parry the chains. Then he tripped.
One, insignificant pebble had just killed the mighty general.
The knives cut into the hammer-wielding man's body, runes glowing as their power activated. Numerous knives impaled the man, yet he felt no pain. No blood was spilt. In fact, once it was over, there was no sign the man was hurt at all. The only notable differences were the chains extending from the general's body, all originating from joints on the man's body. Jerod lifted his head to look up at Kyle.
Kyle smiled, a smile that spoke of nothing but his intent to kill, his want, absolute need to inflict pain on others. But that wasn't enough. Kyle wanted his victims to see they would die, that they could do nothing to stop it. He wanted them to be like a puppet, at the mercy of his commands, to live and die all decided by him and him alone.
Unfortunately for Jerod, that's what he had become. And Kyle wanted nothing more than for him to die.
"How does it feel, Jerod, the Great Hammer of Judgment, to be unable to even so much as control your own body?" Kyle asked as he moved his arm slightly, the chains stuck in Jerod's joints forcing the man to raise his hammer above his own head. Jerod looked up at the weapon.
That was what Kyle lived for. That look of utter hopelessness and fear was what he lived for. Smiling maniacally, Kyle moved his chains, forcing Jerod's arm to bring his own hammer down on his head. Again and again the hammer was brought down on the man's body, reducing him to nothing more than a puddle of red liquid, bits of bone floating inside. It was upon that sight Kyle lifted his head into the air, laughing up at the moon high above him. A look of pure bliss on the killer's face.
Jerod, one of the generals of the resistance, was now dead.
-Some time later, Jeff's Point of View-
"Ah, finally! It sucked being bed ridden for so long!" I stretched my arms as I stood outside our house, gratefully accepting the warmth of the sun.
"You were only stuck for about three days." Josh pointed out as I directed a dry look at him.
"Well," I began, crossing my arms, "I'll have you know it was extremely boring! Thankfully Andr was there so at least I had some sort of saving grace." I flashed a smile at the Ender woman beside me, whom blushed slightly while giving me a smile of her own.
"I'm just happy I could be of some help to you…" Andr replied, blush intensifying. Josh rolled his eyes.
"That's enough flirting you two." I turned to him to protest, but he held up hid hand to silence me. "Right now, we have important matters to attend to. Let's focus on that, shall we?"
"Ah…right." I mumbled, sure my face was red from embarrassment. I shook my head, trying to dispel other thoughts and focus on the task ahead. "Alright, so what do I do?"
Josh seemed to think for a moment, "First of all, do you feel any different? Anything out of the ordinary from how you were before?"
I thought about that. "There is a feeling of…something. Like a build up of energy, or something. It's not unnatural to me, or at least doesn't feel that way. It just feels…I don't know, like it belongs there." I tried to explain the odd presence I felt since the operation.
"As I assumed then," Josh nodded his head. "In that case, I want you to focus on that feeling. Try to draw it out."
I raised an eyebrow at him, "Draw it out? That's specific." I rolled my eyes. How was I supposed to work with that? I felt it, sure, but how was I supposed to draw it out?
"Try meditating." Josh suggested.
"Meditating?" I gave him a look that was most certainly displeased. "You're kidding, right? This isn't some anime…"
Josh shrugged in response, "Do you see an alternative? You need to focus on that feeling to draw it out. That's the only option we have available at this time, anyway. So it would appear you have no choice."
I frowned, "Fine. It would be pretty useful to have that kind of power. I still don't think this is going to do much, though…" I mumbled, seating myself on the grass as I closed my eyes. I heard Andr take a seat as well, so I simply assumed she had decided to sit and watch me. Josh didn't say a thing, and I didn't hear him move at all. In the end I concluded it didn't matter where he was and I was a little bitter he was forcing me to sit still doing nothing, when I could be doing so useful. But I 'meditated' anyway, trying to get a feel for the presence inside me and use it somehow. I had no idea how to actually do that, but I figured it would suddenly become clear to me if I could figure out just what it was. And so I waited…
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…Eventually I decided I was sick of sitting still, doing absolutely nothing. Not to mention I'm pretty sure I looked pretty stupid like this. With that thought in mind I opened my eyes, turning to Andr to see if there was anything she wanted to do. It was then I noticed that she had apparently been staring intently at me the whole time I had sat here, seemingly deep in thought.
Of course, far more concerning was the Creeper that had just walked behind her and was beginning to hiss in a manner I did not find too comforting.
'"Andr!" I shouted to the girl, stretching an arm towards her. She was broken out of her apparently deep musing to look at me with surprise, apparently unsure as to why I was so worried. That was when a bolt of electricity shot out of my hand, hitting the Creeper dead-on and propelling it back into a tree where it exploded, rendering the once proud oak a stump. Andr turned to look at where the Creeper had exploded before turning to look at me with wide eyes. I simply pulled back my arm to stare at my sparking hand. Did I seriously just do that?
"…Huh." I pointed at another target, a tree, and concentrated on the surge of power I had felt when I had launched that previous bolt of lightning. Sure enough, another blast of electricity extended from my hand to hit the tree dead on, not destroying it but certainly dealing damage. I smirked.
"Jeff! That was amazing!" I turned to see a smiling Andr running at me, before wrapping her arms around my neck in an embrace. I returned the gesture, circling my arms around her as well.
"I guess I did…" I mumbled, still surprised by my apparent new ability. It was then I remembered the circumstances surrounding how I had managed to discover just how to use it. "Andr." I moved her so that I could look her in the eyes, fixing the Ender girl with a stern gaze. "You need to be more aware of your surroundings."
She blushed wildly, embarrassed that she had been caught in danger so easily, "I-it's not my fault! You were sitting there and I got distracted staring at you and started thinking about how-" Andr suddenly stopped speaking, turning even redder than before. She buried her head in my chest, trying to hide her blush from me. I laughed, thinking that she was very cute whenever she got flustered like that. Of course that thought got me thinking about my confusion on my feelings for the girl I was currently embracing, and I was pretty certain my face got a bit red due to it. I was just thankful that Andr was too busy trying to hide her embarrassment to notice it.
-DJ's Point of View-
"So, what are your skills?" I asked, directing an inquisitive gaze through the glasses I had 'borrowed' at the teen sitting across from me. Jaden shifted in his seat, looking slightly nervous, though still smiling regardless.
"Ah…well, I'm pretty good with a sword." He gestured to the red blade at his side.
I spared the sword a glance before asking another question. "Mhm…Are you a delinquent?"
"What?" Jaden looked confused.
"Well, you're wearing a hoodie and combat boots. Clearly delinquent wear." I specified, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
He looked miffed, "You're wearing a hoodie too!"
"That may be, but I'm not a delinquent." I responded easily.
"Well neither am I!" Jaden declared.
"Quite the vehement denial," I observed, "Could it be you are trying to hide a shady past?"
"Just what are you insinuating!?" Jaden questioned. He then relaxed in his seat, smiling. I raised an eyebrow at the shift in attitude. "I get it. You're just mad that I'm a nice, regular height when you're so short…"
I jumped from my seat, raising a fist menacingly, "WHAT WAS THAT!? CALLING ME SO SHORT THAT YOU WOULD MISTAKE ME FOR A GRAIN OF SAND!? I-" I suddenly felt an impact on my head as I stumbled forward, the glasses I had been wearing swiftly removed from my face. I turned to see that it was Josh who had interrupted me.
"Stop messing with Jaden, there are better ways to spend your time." Josh ordered, when he suddenly glared at me, "And might I ask why you stole my glasses?"
"Not stole, borrowed." I corrected, regaining my balance, "I was going to return them! I just needed to use 'em for a bit."
"For this?" Josh asked.
"That's right!" I confirmed.
"You're an idiot." Josh declared, turning to Jaden. "Anyway, Jaden, your room is down the hallway, follow me." Josh ordered, walking to the rooms with Jaden moving to follow him. They simply left me there to feel slightly annoyed that my fun was interrupted.
I crossed my arms, frowning. "You're the idiot…"
A/N: So that's it for this chapter. I thought it was pretty good, what with seeing the resistance and another of Herobrine's cronies. I'll try to get the next chapter soon.
Here's the list of accepted OCs:
Jeff – Created by: Kirbboy
DJ- Created by: Kirbboy
Josh – Created by: Kirbboy
Glenn – Created by: Kirbboy
Kel'Goroth – Created by: muredin
Garvin – Created by: muredin
Jaden "Blade Fury" Silvic – Created by: The FlamingBlade
Ariana – Created by: ShadowyReviewer
Ethan – Created by: BanesBloom
Trent Laurel – Created by: LightvsDark99
Dennis – Created by: Den51
These are the OCs accepted so far. I'm still willing to accept more, so if you have any ideas feel free to leave it in a review or PM. Additionally, I may add a chapter dedicated to OCs in the fanfiction detailing everything from their personality to combat abilities. It would be updated with information and more OCs as it becomes apparent. Do you guys think that's a good idea?
Anyway, please review! Reviews are what keep me going and wanting to write!
This is Kirbboy, over and out!
