Chapter 8.
The wind burns Deadlox's eyes as he races through the woods, breaking twigs and ruffling leaves as he runs. He looks behind him, he's still being chased by the mad thing. He doesn't know how much longer he can run, he's never ran this much in his life, no. Not from skeletons shooting him to death, not from creepers trying to blow him up, or enderman chasing him. He doesn't know what he did, all he remembers is a trap of ome sort. Well, not really a trap, more of a temptation. A horrible, horrible, temptation. As the images come flashing back to him, he starts to put the pieces together. He remembers a knife, and someone tied up to a chair.
The room is dark, but lit by various candles. Deadlox is holding the knife, which is covered in blood. The victim is tied up, eyes droopy, and covered in various sizes of cuts and bruises. Deadlox can tell the victim has been slashed about three times across th chest, for his shirt is ripped in certain places, revealing torn skin that is obviously where th slashes are. His hair is curly, but not too curly, messy, and frizzed. His eyes are red, and his face is bruised.
The image is still, but it flashes at him as he crashes through leaves nd branches. His head is pounding, but he can't stop running, not now. Not after what just happened. He honestly doesn't remember much, all he knows is that he did something bad. Really bad. He didn't mean to, but it happened, an he can't fix it. Deadlox looks back to see if he's still being chased-indeed he is- but it causes him to trip. The impact is phenominal. He feels his bone crack. His arm hurts, but is now numb. The creature appears in front of him, and Deadlox knows exactly who it is. Herobrine.
Why would Herobrine be chasing him? Doesn't matter anyways, what does matter, is what he realizes at that second. He's still Deadlox.
This must be a dream. Has to be. Everytime Herobrine has appeared, Deadlox would transform uncontrollably. Now it's different. He's holding it back. He can control it. Herobrine looks in confusion at Deadlox as he smiles. He jumps up and punches Herobrine as hard as he possibly can in the jaw. Herobrine falls to the floor, weakened by Deadlox's blow. (One of the few benefits of being a dragon-thing-a-ma-bob). He knows there isn't alot of time before Herobrine regains full concioussness and runs after him, so Deadlox runs, quickly. He runs for about 1 and a half minutes until he reaches a cliff. He skids to a stop, barely staying on the edge. He looks behing him, and sees Herobrine, gaining on him fast.
He doesn't know what to do next. Either stand there and let Herobrine catch him, or do a suicide jump off a cliff. It's a lose lose situation. Or at least he thought it was. At the last second, Deadlox has an idea. Not taking time to think about it, he jumps, Herobrine looking over the edge in awe.
Deadlox has no idea wether this will work or not...but he already practically did a suicide jump off a suicide cliff in hopes that it will work. If he can hold back his transformation when Herobrine's around, maybe he can trigger it when he's not. Just maybe.
Deadlox thinks really hard. He tries over and over as he is plumeting to certain death. After what feels like 1 Million tries, he finally triggers it. He did it! He feels his teeth ache, his tailbone and back twith, and his hands tingle. He did it. He's actually relieved with the excruciating pain for once. He feels his wings unfurl as he almost hits the ground, saving himself by a milimeter.
Enderlox soars up out of the cliff, looking back at a furious Herobrine. He smiles as he flies forward, grinning as the wind blows in his face and headset. He is happy. Happy for once.
Happy until he wakes up in the bed he fell asleep in. He looks at his watch, sad and anxious again. It reads 6:00. He's been sleeping for about four hours. He smells spaghetti in the kitchen, and gets out of bed. Right when he steps out of bed, he realizes, it was just a dream. The forest, the cliff, the curly-haired victim. It was a dream. But it seemed so real. Maybe too real to be a dream. What if it meant something? What if it was some sort of sign, an omen?
NO! That's rediculous! Deadlox thought to himself, crookedly smiling. He walks into the kitchen where Sky greets him.
"Hey buddy! Nice nap?" Sky asks.
"Yea it was good!" Deadlox replies wearily. "Relaxing..."
"Oh good! Did you dream?" Sky asks, interested in Deadlox's personal life.
Deadlox hesitates a bit before responding. "Uh... no."
"okay. there's leftover spaghetti in the fridge. Sorry I had to eat some, I was starving." Sky says sheepishly.
''it's okay." Deadlox replies as he gets a plate and starts eating.
Deadlox starts thinking. You know buddy, he thinks to himself. Dreams are often based off of what you were thinking about right before you go to bed. Maybe you were thinking about that. Not the cliff, I mean, but that victim. He was so innocent, but you felt happy buddy. When you were slashing him. You don't know what he did, if he even did anything, but you were happy. The poor kid was being cut and slashed and you were HAPPY?! YOU were slashing it, Deadlox, it was YOU! And you wanna know who the victim was, huh, all tied up in that chair... you know who it was deep down inside, you just don't want to admit it!
"No.." Deadlox says out loud, swallowing.
Yes, Deadlox. You're right. You've always been right. You now who it was, admit it! Deep down in that lonley heart of yours, you are dying! Because you know who it was?! Yes you do!
It was Sky.
