Author Note:
WE. HAVE. FAN ART! If you didn't read that like you were Leonidas, go back and try again. No seriously, amazing art by a brilliant artist. I'm really impressed. Her name's Jess, and she's managed to create pretty accurate representations of both Key and Raven. However, it seems that doesn't want to let me post links, so if any of you have suggestions as to how I might remedy this problem, let me know. I want to show all of you.
Still, fan art is the best. Please, if you've drawn anything based on anything in Endergirl, send it in and when I figure it out, I'll be sure to show everyone!
Anyway, I think you'll like this chapter, mostly just because David finally ge- Oop, spoiler. I'll rant about this at the end. Enjoy. :)
Pop.
By the time I came around, it was morning. I probably wouldn't have woken at all if it hadn't been for the annoying ray of sun that found its way through a small gap in the roof and onto my eyelids. Blinking away the light, I rolled out of its way. My head throbbed, but surprisingly, the pain was only fleeting.
I ran my fingers across the back of my skull, searching for a bruise or a cut. There was nothing. Sitting up, I looked around. The room was empty, only the whistle of an interrupted breeze kept me company. My muscles still ached and complained, but eventually I got my feet underneath me and pushed the door open to stand outside.
What I saw before me was hardly surprising. Amber held her curved short sword to Isaac's throat. Meanwhile, Isaac's mace was suspended above her head. I sighed. "What's happened now?"
They both tilted their heads to face me, seeming to forget about their stalemate. "Oh, he's alive." Isaac stated. I rolled my eyes before he continued. "She tried to stab me while I was sleeping."
My gaze snapped to the skeleton. "Did you?"
She shifted a little, her eyes flickering away from mine. "No…"
"You're lying." I accused.
"His snoring was pissing me off!"
The creeper, suddenly offended, attempted to defend himself. "I don't snore!"
Shaking my head, I leant against the wall, letting the subject pass. It was a short time before anyone spoke again. I remembered my wounds, which had miraculously healed overnight. "How was I able to recover so quickly?"
Isaac smirked. "Well, Miss Bones here felt a little bad about hurting you, so-"
"Shut the fuck up." The blade pressed closer to his neck, drawing a dot of blood.
Laughing, the creeper stepped back, lowering his mace. "Alright, alright… I won't tell him." Her sword took absence from his skin, but she held her ground, staring daggers into the boy. Isaac took another step back, putting a reasonable distance between them. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "I won't tell him how you spent the whole night by his side, trying to heal him."
Her cheeks took on the faintest tinge of red as she ran after the now fleeing reporter, cursing at him. I couldn't help but laugh. I was grateful, she had forgotten her pride for a moment in order to help me. Evidently, hybrids could lend their healing abilities… "How do you go about healing someone?" I asked as they neared after running around the house a few times.
The rosy colour that brushed her skin doubled in potency, her obvious embarrassment was far past her normal neutral expression. I didn't think she was capable of such a reaction. Isaac laughed, completely losing it. "If I told you that, she'd really kill me."
The girl shifted uncomfortably, clearly despising her lack of control over the situation. "We're even now…" She mumbled, staring at the ground.
I nodded. "Mm. We've saved each other."
I saw Isaac plotting out of the corner of my eye. "Except… David would have recovered on his own, eventually. Aaaaand, you're the one that injured him in the first place."
Amber tensed, as if she was trapped. The conversation was quickly becoming stressful for her, so I spoke up. "It doesn't matter. Amber, you don't owe me anything. As far as I'm concerned, we're even."
Our eyes met, only for a split second… But it was as if a whole conversation had passed between us.
"I'll stay until you can get home. But after that, I'm leaving." She replied, a renewed goal refreshing her composure.
The creeper, who had been watching the exchange, groaned. "All I accomplished was keeping her around longer…" He rubbed his neck in irritation and began moving towards the edge of the cliff face. "Whatever, let's get some food and start training again."
Sprinting towards the once daunting obstacle, I sprung off of the ground, straightening my posture into a dive. It was a terrifying few moments as I watched the rough bark of the oak rush past underneath me. As my momentum slowed, I began to descend. My fingers brushed the surface of dirt on the other side and I curled into a ball, rolling over my shoulder. The technique took effect, allowing me to lose speed and cushion my fall. I stood up smoothly, unhurt and unscathed.
"I'm the best teacher ever." Isaac boasted from the other side of the clearing.
The truth was that Amber had been the real teacher. The only problem I had, was thinking too much. Strategizing, considering every movement. I still struggled occasionally, breaking a habit wasn't easy after all. Still, the more I trusted my body over my brain, the easier it was to pull off Isaac's commands. And Amber had been the one to remedy the broken pattern.
Much to Isaac's disdain, she sat high above us, on the same branch she had the day before, completely ignoring him while she whittled down her new bow. So far, I had learnt a series of vaults and how to cushion myself from a fall. What would seem like a nullifying amount of information was surprisingly easy to remember. My limbs seemed to recall the movements precisely when they were called for without much difficulty at all.
"What's next?" I asked expectantly.
My teacher looked at the fallen oak thoughtfully. "Uhh… There's not much else to learn…"
Dropping from her perch, Amber turned and began walking towards the wall of trees that surrounded us. "Follow me."
Glancing at each other first, Isaac and I quickly caught up to the girl who didn't seem to care if we followed or not.
I swallowed. "What exactly are we doing here?"
The cave opening that stood before us echoed hisses and groans from unseen horrors. A darkness, darker than night, covered every surface. Amber bent her bow against her thigh, propping it on the ground. Her technique was elegantly refined, and it seemed to cost her no effort to string the weapon. Stepping back, she tested the draw, tweaked it a little, but seemed satisfied.
She looked up at me. "Training and iron."
"Iron?"
"For your sword."
She made a valid point, without a sword there wasn't much I could do… Which was probably why I was so opposed to entering the caverns with only a stone pickaxe in my hands. "You can't be serious." Both Isaac and the girl ignored me, tightening their belts and readying their equipment. I sighed, giving up. "So what's the plan?"
Amber looked up, somewhat confused. Both of the mobs glanced at each other and then back to me. "You go first."
"That's your plan?!" Apparently strategy was a completely unused term here.
The skeleton notched an arrow and nodded towards the cave. "Let's go, player."
It took me a moment to realise that she was far more terrifying than anything the darkness could throw at me. So reluctantly, I stepped forwards, into the void. The two mobs, fearless as ever, trailed behind me.
We walked for a time, deeper and deeper into the seemingly endless mineshaft. Beady eyes watched us from every angle, seeing, but not attacking. It accomplished nothing aside from putting me more on edge. I gripped the handle of my tool tighter. The torch that we had lit, once I realised that I was the only one who had trouble seeing in such darkness, flickered slightly. Amber took notice and examined our surroundings.
It took me a moment to understand why. A flame dancing in a cave indicates a breeze, a wind so subtle that only a torch can detect it. Which means, we must be near another cave system… Her gaze fell upon a tiny opening on the left of us, barely big enough for a human to crawl through.
The skeleton moved towards it, looking back at us, her pure white hair reflecting the yellow light. "This way."
Without another thought, she pushed herself into the crevice and began to crawl through it. By this time, we were both accustomed to her prompt instructions and I imitated her, Isaac behind me.
I had to focus on my hands to keep the flame from dwindling in the tight space, which was slowly becoming increasingly constricting. We had been in the tunnel for what seemed an age, and our leader gave no hints as to when we might exit. Finally, I looked up to see how much further we had to go.
But what I saw before me didn't exactly answer my question. Amber, who had so confidently proceeded first into the crevice, had not considered the view that the one behind her would have access to. Her denim short shorts may have allowed for easier movement… But they also revealed a lot…
Like any teenage boy would, I couldn't help but stare for a few seconds. I tore my eyes away from the scene with great difficulty, blood rushing to my face almost as soon as I realised what I was doing.
"We're almost there." She announced soon after.
Isaac groaned in complaint, his voice echoing. "I'd fucking hope so."
Suddenly the girl in front of me stopped, it was all I could do to prevent myself from running into her. A moment passed before she moved again, shifting this way and that. She fell motionless once more. An ear shattering silence descended upon us. "Amber?"
She uttered something under her breath.
"What?" I asked, unable to distinguish her words.
"I'm stuck."
It was my turn to be silent… "As in…"
"A- As in, you're going to have to… Push, me."
Isaac snickered behind me. "I think that's an invitation to grab hold man."
"I'm going to fucking kill you when we get out of here, creep!" Amber shouted back.
He laughed from his momentary place of safety. It soon fell quiet once more. Finally, I asked. "So do you just want me to…" My sentence trailed off.
Her posture stiffened a little. "Just hurry up."
Seeing no other option, I awkwardly placed my hands somewhere that under normal circumstances, would probably result in her slicing me into pieces. She twitched at the contact, making me want to run for my life all the more. Hesitantly, I pushed forwards. Her figure budged a little, but my hands slipped and the progress was reverted.
"I think you might want to try holding on properly." Isaac suggested, peering through the gap between my shoulder and the roof.
"You're really enjoying this aren't you?" I shot back.
My question was met with a cocky smile. "Oh you have no idea."
Returning my focus to the task at hand, I repositioned my hands and held on a little tighter, beginning to push again. "I'm killing both of you idiots when we get out."
Putting more effort into the action, she shifted forwards once more. "You're the one that got yourself stuck."
"There's more of me to get stuck!"
The corner of my mouth curved upwards. Suddenly, without warning, the mob jolted forwards, and I followed her. The ground seemed to disappear for a moment, nothing but air holding us up. And thus we began to fall. It was a short drop, perhaps only a meter. And yet we weren't the only thing falling, rubble from the shaft we had just departed littered the area above and around us. Amber hit the ground first, wincing at the unexpected pain. I fell next, landing almost on top of her. Thankfully, I managed to prop myself up on my hands and knees before we could collide.
The shrapnel of stone hit last. The skeleton curled into a ball underneath me… But I couldn't do the same. Large fragments of rock and earth bombarded my back in quick succession. I groaned at the weight but did not falter. Eventually, the small avalanche exhausted its ammunition. All that remained was a thick cloud of dust that coated the air.
I could barely think as the particles began to clear. The throbbing pain that coiled through my nerves was overpowering. I clenched my eyes shut, straining myself not to fall.
"David…"
I dared not look, or the rubble might descend upon her as well. I could hear someone dropping to the floor behind us. The instant relief that overcame me when the crushing weights were dislodged from my back was overwhelming. I dropped exhausted onto the girl below me. Her soft touch crossed the back of my head as she pulled me a little closer, letting me rest on her shoulder.
Her presence was calming, almost as if the pain abandoned its siege against my nerves and fled back to wherever it had come from. I wanted more than anything to lay there a little longer, but my now clear mind alerted me to the sound of incoming enemies. There was no chance in hell they missed the downfall of noise. We had to move.
Reluctantly, I pushed onto my arms, hovering a little above the girl. She met my gaze, that small flicker of light sparkling in her eyes. A small conversation of thanks passed between us, no need for words.
"See, now I just feel like a third wheel." Isaac complained, brandishing his mace.
I stepped onto my feet and offered a hand to Amber. Taking it, she let me pull her up. "I hate you." Was the only appreciation I received.
Surprisingly, the torch had managed to just barely cling to life. It sputtered on the ground next to my discarded pickaxe. The light that it cast revealed a rather large cave. Two shafts split off in either direction, both echoed footsteps of unknown beasts. Hurrying to pick the tools up, I contemplated which path to take. Generally, in Minecraft, if you wanted ores you had to go deeper… I checked to see if the others were ready, they both nodded.
We worked our way down through the labyrinth, sometimes having to hide from patrolling zombies and other horrors. Although somehow, we managed to elude their detection. But I couldn't shake the eerie feeling that we were being watched… Regardless, we wandered through the seemingly endless network of twisting crevices and unexpected descents. But our goal, iron, was nowhere to be seen.
"We should have found something by now." Amber stated, gazing at the walls for even a hint of the orange substance.
She was right. There was something off here. The intersection we had come across parted off into five different tunnels, each as ominous as the last. "Let's split up." Isaac suggested.
My mind instantly replayed every horror movie I had ever seen. "That's a terrible idea." They both looked at me, curious. Trying to explain, I continued. "We're slowly gonna be killed off one by one, like in Nightmare on Elms Street." Their vacant looks reminded me that they had probably never seen the classic.
The creeper turned confidently and departed down one of the shafts. "I'll go this way."
Amber gave me a departing smile as she chose the next tunnel across, soon disappearing from sight.
The speed at which the situation had spiralled out of my control was almost nullifying. Whatever, yeah, sure. Don't listen to the human, what the hell does the human know? I sighed and examined the three remaining options. All of them appeared identical… Or so I thought, until I noticed the tiniest flicker of light up ahead.
My decision instantly becoming all the easier, I proceeded forwards. While I walked I contemplated what we had discovered already. The list was practically empty. The whole time we were down here, nothing had revealed itself to us aside from the occasional mob. No minerals, not even coal. It was almost as if someone had alr-
A voice up ahead.
It did not belong to anyone I knew. My footsteps became a lot more cautious and I quickly dropped the torch on the ground, stamping it out quietly. As soon as I did, the glow of a similar light around the next bend became more prominent. I crept forward, my grip tightening around my pickaxe. I came to a stop just before the corner, trying to listen in to what was being said.
"Just kill it already!" A man's voice shouted.
"It's bad luck to kill a hybrid…" Another muttered.
My mind twitched at the mention of another creature. What type of hybrid?
"You've got to be fucking kidding. That thing, killed Jayce! Don't you get that?!"
"I know! Why don't you do it then?"
There was a sudden silence as the unknown man considered his options. "Fine then. I will."
I heard the ringing sound of a blade being pulled from a scabbard. I had to act now, I couldn't just let them kill a hybrid. But what if it was an evil hybrid? Isaac's explanation of how they were made replayed in my head… I had to try, regardless.
I peered around the corner. My questions were instantly answered. Two men, clad in leather armour, stood above a girl. Short cropped black hair, a familiar black hoodie… The figure raised her head a little, just enough to look me straight in the face. Her irises, were a pure red. And yet they contained life… A human type of life.
The blade of a sword was raised high above the girls head. Without considering the consciences, I bolted forwards, crossing the few meters that separated the headsman and I in an instant. I was barely conscious of the way my limbs moved to ram the head of my pickaxe into the back of his skull. The weakened body fell to the floor, the sword clattering uselessly beside him. His companion jumped backwards in surprise, quickly drawing his weapon.
He must have been in his early twenties. A small goatee grew from underneath his chin, making him seem all the more intimidating. We faced off, waiting for the other to make a move. I noticed the subtle shift in his stance as he prepared to attack. Pouncing towards him, I slammed the tool into his stomach as his sword had just begun its ascent. He crumpled, but did not fall. Without a second thought, I backhanded him, my knuckles slamming into his temple.
This time, he was out cold.
I panted, trying to catch my breath. Humans? Were these the villagers Isaac had mentioned? I could feel a judging gaze pressing into the back of my head. Turning from the unconscious spelunker, I faced the hybrid once more. This time, being closer, her features became more visible. She was young, perhaps a year or two younger than me. A long black scarf covered her chin, wrapping around her neck before gathering around her waist. A length of rope was pulled tight between her lips, displaying two sharp fangs. Her hands were bound behind her back.
I approached her slowly, so as not to startle the surprisingly calm looking girl. Once I reached her, I carefully removed her restraints. With incomprehensible speed she leapt upwards, where she stood on the ceiling, staring down at me with judgmental eyes. When I say stood on the ceiling… I mean she was literally hanging from the surface, arms crossed and all.
"You're a spider."
I was met with silence. I waited for her to make the next move. At least five minutes passed before she did. "Why are you here?" Her voice was quite, almost hushed.
"I just stumbled across you guys…"
She repeated her question. "Why, are you here?"
Grasping what her real query was, I answered truthfully. "I need a sword." The answer seemed to satisfy her, as she did not repeat it a third time. "Why are you here?" I countered.
Confused, she gazed at me. "My home."
"Huh… Maybe you can help me then?" I asked, hopefully.
The spiders head tilted to the side, curiously. "You need a sword?"
I nodded. "Or the materials to forge one." She looked across the room to where her enemy's weapon lay. Following her gaze, I shook my head. "If I take theirs, they'll be defenceless when they come to."
Thoughtfully, she replied. "You need a good sword."
I was a little unsure of how she had made the connection, but I didn't question it. "Yeah."
The mob dropped to the floor, landing lightly on her feet. "Follow."
She was amazingly trusting of a stranger. Maybe that was why she had been captured in the first place… A question rose to the top of my mind, it needed to be answered before I could trust her. "Hey, did you really kill that guy?" I searched through my memory for his name. "Jayce?"
She nodded, calm and unwavering. "He tried to kiss me."
Pausing, I considered her answer. It seemed all I had to do to avoid his fate was not be a flirtatious prick. "Lead the way."
Perspective Change: Amber
I treaded softly on the gravel underfoot, wary of every movement. The old wooden beams that supported the abandoned mineshaft, creaked hazardously above me. I was so close now… Just a few more meters. The scratched and battered chest that sat at the end of the accursed tunnel taunted my efforts.
Just a few more steps… The platform beneath me shuddered. And before I knew it, I began falling. I pushed off of the perilous flooring, jumping upwards, arms outstretched. My fingertips just barely grasped the edge of the remaining level, but my other hand slipped and flailed by my side. I couldn't help but glance down at the terrifying plummet beneath me. Nothing was visible through the darkness, not so much as a spec of light.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed onto the ledge firmly. With a great deal of effort, I somehow managed to pull myself up, rolling onto my back once I had accomplished the feat. My breath was rapid, as was my heartbeat. I needed to relax…
A few minutes later, I sat up, turning my attention the chest that had almost cost me my life. Hoping for the best, I flipped open the lid. A ring of dust escaped the confinement. Peering in, a small flash of light danced on the objects inside. Stale bread, some string…
And iron.
Perspective Change: Isaac
I trailed their every movement from the cliff face above. It was hard, with them teleporting every couple of minutes, but I had managed so far. The underground ravine that I had come across was teeming with all kinds of life. Zombies, skeletons, creepers… Endermen. If I could just lead a few of them out, then I could cut short this whole expedition and finally get to Earth.
Earth… The one place rumoured to have millions of hot girls. With a renewed courage, I doubled my efforts, speeding up. I would become the king of hot women everywhe-
My foot slipped and I began to fall. I barely had time to recognise what was happening before I hit the solid ground below me with a dull thud. A sudden jolt of pain ricocheted through my nerves. I groaned, blinking away the spots in my eyes. Lazily sitting up, I vaguely took notice of the dozens of varying mobs that stared at me from every direction. Rubbing my neck, I gazed upwards in silent contemplation.
Well fuck.
Perspective Change: David
It was eerily quiet. At first we had to sneak around the odd group of mobs, but as we had descended further and further towards this world core, they started to become less frequent. However, in their place stood rows upon rows of spider webs. The girl I was unwittingly following seemed to admire every passing one.
"Do you like them?" She asked, uttering one of her very few sentences.
Taking a moment to appreciate the closest work, I started to understand why she liked them so much. They were indeed incredibly well crafted, perfect in almost every way. It was almost as if the silver threads belonged in a modern art gallery rather than a gloomy cave. I considered replying with a lengthy analogy… But I didn't need to. "I do."
The ghost of a smile passed across the girls face as we weaved through another set of web. However, my attention soon refocused on the walls surrounding us. Over the past few minutes, I had seen traces of stone that differed from the norm. Instead of the smooth solid surface, these sections were rough and mossy, almost seemingly manmade. But what kind of person would build something this far down?
By now the walls were no longer fragmented, instead the entirety was constructed out of this foreign material. It was, unsettling… Without warning, the roof above us grew taller and the hallway extended into a square room. In one corner lay an unmade bed, the plain covers ruffled from use. Littered within the rest of the space was a furnace and three large tables, upon which rested numerous trinkets.
The girl proceeded to move some coal from the furthest table into the furnace. It soon caught and lit the space with a warm glow. I gazed around the lonely room. "You live here?"
She nodded absently while crouching next to the bed and rummaging through the items that had been stored haphazardly underneath it. I couldn't stop myself from examining the miscellaneous objects that covered every flat surface. A wolfs fang, some wire, a lantern, tea leaves, a broken pocket watch… Everything was in various stages of disrepair and yet they all held some hidden value to the spider. I returned my gaze to her as I heard something heavy slide across the cobblestone floor. A length of dusty white cloth was wrapped around the piece, concealing it from view. Struggling a little with its weight, the mob stood and presented it to me.
"A human gave it to me." She pipped, gaining my attention once more.
"A human?"
The girl sat on the edge of the mattress. "Mm, he was almost dead… He told me it was a good sword."
It seemed as though that was the entirety of information she was willing to share. I returned my curious gaze to the object in my hands. Slowly, I began to unwrap it. The cloth gathered at my feet as it unravelled. A dense leather scabbard sat in my hands, the long and plain hilt of the weapon extending from one end. Hesitantly, I drew the sword from its confinement.
A reassuring ring echoed from the blade as it tasted the air in god knows how long. The hilt was plain and simple, wrapped in the same leather of which the scabbard was fashioned from. However the blade, the blade extended almost exactly to the point of my practice sword… Razor sharp on each edge. The gunmetal coloured iron reflected the furnace light in various patterns around the room. It was heavy, much heavier than I had expected… But I could wield it easily enough.
Despite its simplicity… It was a beautiful weapon. Slipping my new found friend back into its casing, I examined it once more. The housing itself attached to two straps, metal buckles on each. It took me a moment to figure it out, but eventually I slid them over my shoulders and across my chest, tightening them into place. I fit well… Almost a little too well. I reached backwards with my right hand and pulled hilt from its position on my back. It worked perfectly. Replacing it, I turned to the girl again. "Thank you."
She smiled a little, before beckoning me back the way we came.
It was a painfully long time, awaiting the arrival of my other two companions. I feared that they might have fallen victim to these perilous caves, but before long my suspicion was cleared. Amber appeared, walking from the tunnel I had watched her depart into not so long ago. However, she seemed a little shaken, as if a fit of adrenaline was just beginning to wear off. Making her way towards us, she was seemed taken aback at the sight of another figure aside from myself.
"Who's she?" The skeleton asked, placing her hand on the hilt of her short sword.
"A spider hybrid. Her name is…" I turned to face her, suddenly aware that we had never introduced ourselves.
"Zoe." She announced.
I looked back to Amber, checking to see if she was satisfied. Her edgy expression made the opposite obvious enough. Just as she was about to begin another sentence, an exhausted looking Isaac dashed across the cavern, soon disappearing from sight. The three of us watched him go, and then turned to see where he had come from. A horde of silhouettes scurried towards us at incredible speed.
"Run." Amber muttered. We remained rooted in place, staring down the approaching wall of horrors. "Run!"
This time her instruction jolted us into action. And we took off after the recently departed boy without a second thought. "Zoe, how do we get out of here?!" I shouted over the noise of hisses and groans.
She took the lead, her speed allowing her to cover great deals of ground in half the time it would have taken us. "Follow."
We soon caught up to Isaac, who struggled to hold himself together after expending so much energy. We didn't bother to ask for an explanation, there was no time. Amber spoke from behind me. "David, I got the iron!"
"We don't need it anymore!" I shouted back as the spider hurried us through yet another tunnel.
"Do you know how much effort I went through to get this?!" She asked, holding two large iron ingots in front of my face.
I grabbed the refined minerals and hurled them to the floor. "They're slowing you down!"
"I'm going to kill you if we survive!"
Grinning, I rounded the next corner. Moonlight pierced the darkness, lighting our path out of the deadly mine. We scaled our way to the surface as quickly as our limbs would allow. And finally, we had grass underneath or feet and fresh air in our lungs. But we could not stop for so much as a second to appreciate the serenity. A minefield of mobs lay before us, alerted to our presence almost as soon as we had emerged.
"David, here." Isaac threw a spherical item towards me, I caught it and held it up to the light. The varying shades of dark aqua were synonymous with the night sky.
An ender pearl…
He cradled an identical one in his arms. I shook my head. "We need two more."
"What? Why?" He asked confused.
"Look around, we're surrounded. There's only one way out and we need to move now." I started off at a sprint towards the first terrifying drop I had laid eyes upon since coming to the wretched world. "Follow me!"
We weaved and ducked around the mobs. Arrows impaled the ground at our heels and a constant growl of aggression came from every side. We were getting closer, but I wasn't planning on leaving anyone behind. And Enderman rushed us from the right. I drew my sword, the metal throwing a dull ray of moonlight across the tall grass.
This was it, the moment of truth.
I spun under its outstretched arm, pulling through hard with my weapon. I felt the impact slice something within the creature. An ear-splitting scream tore across the grasslands. A sudden pop proceeding it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw amber notch an arrow onto her bow. She drew and fired straight ahead of us. But there was nothing there…
The shaft protruded from the injured Enderman's chest. It was as if he had simply appeared with the ailment in him already. How good was the she with that bow? A final wail sent him to the ground. Isaac dug into its disintegrating ribcage as we passed, retrieving yet another pearl.
"One to go!" He shouted, slamming his mace into a zombie.
Amber drew again, firing at a tall figure in the distance, followed by a second shot that was directed only few meters away. The first arrow was dodged easily. But the second slammed into the targets head as it resurfaced from its teleportation. How could she predict their movements? Her accuracy was stunning. I rammed my sword into the Enderman's chest, quickly digging out the prised possession.
A glitter in the dark, mostly covered by dust, but still just barely visible. We skidded to a stop above the broken down machine which thankfully lay right where I had left it. The eye slots still glowed with the same purple electricity. On the other side sat my room. It seemed so unfamiliar now…
"Amber, you first." I handed her a pearl. She glanced at me before dropping it through the miniature portal. A prominent pop echoed through the air as she disappeared. She fell safely upon the carpet on the other side.
Isaac handed Zoe the next ticket to Earth. She glanced around the mountains quickly before mimicking Amber's movements. The mobs were getting closer. Isaac looked at me expectantly. "Go!" I shouted.
He dropped the ender pearl through, leaving me alone in this empty world. Not wanting to remain like that a second longer, I reached toward the exit, the shining orb in my palm.
Something grabbed onto my leg, tearing my away from the only hope of escape. I flipped over to see the horrifying decomposed face of a zombie staring down at me. There was no time to draw my sword. Praying to every god that I knew of, I outstretched my arm, letting my one way ticket sail from my hand.
It flew through the air, as if in slow motion… Beginning its decent, it hit the rim of the portal, teetering dangerously on the side. Threatening to fall either way…
Pop.
Author Note:
WHAT HAS HAPPENED? DID HE GET OUT? IS THE WHOLE GROUP FINALLY GOING TO UNITE? AND FURTHERMORE, WHO IS THIS MYSTERIOUS ZOE?
I'll trade you answers for fan art. :D
Hahaha, alright, it's 1:44 AM on a Monday, so I'm out. See you guys in chapter twelve. Oh and don't worry, I've actually got it planned out already so it shouldn't take me a whole week to post it.
Goodnight all.
- Sylent
