Herobrine didn't need to look to know that Notch and Steve were stumbling through the portal at top speed. He knew that they were now aware of how crazy he had become. The man stumbled over to Shelby, his broken redhead lover, where she lay gasping on the ground. He had known that Richards shot wouldn't have killed her. Yet.

She turned her head to him and smiled half-heartedly.

"Come to patch me up again?" He nodded, the adrenaline-filled murder-craze sinking back down into its cage. Ignoring the irritating tearing of skin as he dropped to his knees, he glanced over at the silenced portal. They had taken Richard's body. Good.

Looking down at his hands again, he saw the crimson liquid still drying on his palms. Sighing, he pushed back any sign of emotion and wiped his bloody hands on the back of his pants.

"This may hurt, Shelby." Herobrine muttered as his fingers slid gently into the mutilated skin around the arrow wound. His fingers closed around the small flint arrowhead and he began to slowly pull it out. Thankful it had come out in one piece, he threw the sharp stone aside.

Taking the young woman's hand, he lifted her from the ground and into his steady grip, supporting her weak side while still allowing her to walk freely.

"How do you feel about the overworld?" Shelby smiled faintly at the idea, images of the sky and sun floating tauntingly in her head.

"I take it that is a yes." Feeling the injured girl stumble, his grip tightened around her ribs and tried not to cause her any more pain. Gripping her closer in panic, he struggled to slow down, keeping her steady as possible.

"I've got you; you're going to be fine."

"I have you, Shelby, I'm not letting you go."

What only took about a minute felt like an hour as the two slowly made it to the portal.

"T-That leads to behind a locked iron door." The redhead muttered, looking up at her equally tattered compatriot with her anxious brown eyes.

"I'll take care of it, Shelb, trust me," he muttered in reply, hiding the increasing doubt and panic that climbed up his throat.

Reaching the portal, Herobrine looked down at his free hand and willed a flame to engulf his hand like a flickering orange glove. Running his lit hand on the inside if the rectangle and watched as the flame burnt purple and raced through the empty frame, swirling menacingly and whispering an eerie howl.

Stepping onto the edge of the portal he pulled up the shaking woman, who then collapsed unconscious into his arms.

After being squashed, shoved through a small gap of time and space, and then pulled back into place, Herobrine stumbled off the raised portal onto a dusty stone floor.

Shelby, startled awake by the dimension transition, followed on weak legs and sat on the nearest chest in the small warehouse.

"I told you it was locked" she muttered, motioning weakly with her head towards the door.

Taking the challenge, Herobrine ran his hand along the edges of the door, mumbling to himself and checking some of the chests, and slowly realized there was no way out. And then he noticed the hinges of the door were on the inside. The foolish builders hadn't considered something may have wanted to break out of the storage room.

Peering through the small windows on the iron door, he smiled to himself, it was midnight. No one would be awake except the single watch-person at the tower. Placing his hands on the two hinges that connected the door to the wall, he willed his hands to ignite, hotter and hotter. Although he originally planned merely to melt the hinges, he instead incinerated them. His rage and panic amplifying his newfound powers in desperate attempts to escape their hellish prison.

Shoving the door to the side, he scooped up Shelby into his arms and ignored her half-conscious protests as he sprinted through the moonlit halls of his past.