Chapter 13

Herobrine grunted as felt something touching him around his waist. He tried to swat the feeling away but the pain that shot through his arm told him otherwise. Slowly, the demigod grunted as he opened his eyes trying to see whom or what was touching him. "Careful, just careful." The voice sounded human, yet there was a strange tone to it; the white eyes traveled lazily around the room until it landed on a hooded figure. "Just like looting a body." The figure chuckled as the warrior felt this belt come undone.

"Knock... It... off." Hero's voice was broken and quiet as he tried to force the sound from his throat.

"Oh, your awake." The figure pulled back and looked to the demigod's face and in turn, the demigod looked back. The creature was human and it's skin and eye colour was the same as the ones from before; the only difference was this one spoke common. The hood obscured most of its face but the warrior didn't miss the smile that spread across its face as its hand waved in front of his face. "Hello. Can you see me?" The creature chuckled. The demigod would have rolled his eyes if he could, as he stared up at the creature that seemed to think he was blind.

"Yes." Herobrine smiled as the thing quickly pulled his hand away and jumped back.

"Okay, that's freaky! So does that mean your?" The creature left the question trial off as it stared at the demigod on the bed.

"Herobrine... Yes." Every word seemed to rip pain through his body and Herobrine closed his eyes and tried to compose himself.

"Whoa. I'm sharing a cell with Herobrine." The red hooded figure stared off into the distance, letting the info sink into its mind. "Wait! You're the one the guards dragged from the wall. Damn, your pretty banged up, thought you didn't take fall damaged?"

"Only... if... I... land on... my feet..." there was more to it then that but Herobrine didn't think he would be able to say any of it with his throat the way it was. The truth was, it was part of his ability to fly; the muscles in his legs were like shock absorbers for fall damage, should he fall his body would right it's self and his feet and legs could take the blow. But the totem saw to it that it didn't go that way.

"That sucks. Your a real mess." The smile returned to the figures face as he grabbed hold of the warrior's belt once more. "Guess you wouldn't mind if I took these." The demigod felt his swords being removed from his person. "Not that you could do anything about it anyway." The figure turned away laughing as he held the swords in his hands. "Herobrine's swords! These will get me a pretty penny! The sheaths themselves are worth more then I can imagine. The beauty!"

The demigod's rage all at once boiled over, his lack of ability to move and pure rage that the thing had the nerve to lay a hand on his swords for any reason. The torches on the walls of the cell burst into flames and the room started to become increasingly hot. Even the guards seemed to be startled and eager to get away from the bars of the cell. "Release my blades at once! Less you wish you had burned in the Nether as my flames consume you!"

There was a clatter to the floor as the swords fell to the floor and the hooded figure quickly backed away from the demigod in the bed. "Okay! I was wrong! You can do something about it! Chill." The warrior smelled the fear that dripped off of him, but his growls quickly turned into a coughing fit, having pushed himself too far with his little out burst of rage. "Remind me not to ** you off again."

"It would be wise...'cough' to remember that." The demigod tried to calm his heaving chest as he glared that the hooded figure. "Now... you are... going to explain a few... things." His voice started to get a little stronger and his coughing had subsided for now. "Who are you? What... are those things guarding the cell? And... Why am I in here with... you?"

"Well for Starters..." the figure started, making sure to keep his distance from the demigod on the bed. "I'm Mark and I am a Walker... like these guys." He pointed towards the guard who spit on the ground when it looked at Mark. "Just with a better attitude." The walker looked away from the guard and back towards demigod on the bed, wincing a little to see such a broken form, yet he was still intimidated by him. "As for why your here? I don't know. They tossed you in here not too long ago, their probably waiting for you to die or something."

"Sorry to disappoint them." Herobrine hissed, as his gaze went to the ceiling. His body was healing just fine, the deep cuts and gashes on his body where already closed; the problem was his bones which would not heal until set into place. This was the cause of his lack of movement. Another growl emitted from his throat. "What the Nether is a Walker?"

"Most of us are kind of like zombies, we died in ice and snow of tundras and came back like this." The Walker explained, adjusting his red hood so that only his glowing blue eyes could be seen. "Well that's my theory anyway, most Walkers don't really care about the past or what they were before. They just care about keeping other out of their castles."

"Then why did they drag me here, they could of left me at the base of the wall." The torches on the walls blazed once more before dying down a bit in response to the demigod's rage; he was getting increasingly frustrated with the fact that he couldn't move more then his head.

"I'll ask them when we get a guard willing to talk."

Herobrine sighed and let his head hit the pillow as he tried to come up with his next move, not that he could do much of that at the moment. Steve was out there somewhere alone once more, with the thing that is now after him. He hoped the miner was able to escape it's grasp until he was able to save him. But the main problem with that plan was, he needed to be able to move. This meant he needed his bones set into place but he was not sure he would be able to reach his brother in time for the bone to set them. He would need someone other then a god to move his bones back into place.

"Walker. Common here, I need you to do something for me." The warrior sighed, keeping his white eyes trained on the ceiling as the heard the footsteps grow closer. He couldn't believe he was letting this thief touch him again after the Walker touched his swords. "I need you set my bones in their correct spots, so I can move once more."

"Wait. Hold on." The Walker backed away a few paces. "I would just like to point out that some of your bones are coming through your skin." He shook his head. "I'm not getting roasted alive because I moved or touched you the wrong way."

"I will do my best to control my temper if you just do this." Herobrine grunted in pain as he tried to sit up but found he was still stuck to the bed.

"What's in it for me?"

"Your continued survival, that is what!" he was starting to become even more frustrated by the walkers lack of helpfulness. "You either help me or I burn you to ash where you stand."

"But then you have no one to set your bones and your stuck in that bed." The walker shot back with a smug grin; well it was smug until the guard made a sound causing the walker known as Mark to spin on his heel to face him. Herobrine watched as the two exchanged words in their strange language having no clue what they were saying but what ever it was seemed heated. "Fine. I'll set your bones." The walker stomped over toward the demigod as the guard chuckled and rattled the bars of the cell before moving on.

Herobrine sighed as the walker grabbed hold of him; this was going to be painful, but it needed to be done. He would bear through the pain until he could move again.

Steve continued to follow the footprints in the snow as quickly as he could. He was starting to wonder who would drag a body they found on the ground all this way, it just didn't make any sense. The cold wind blew; and with it the snow around him causing the miner to worry that the shallow tracks would be covered up. That was another thing that didn't make sense to him, the track was shallow while the snow was deep; a few times Steve had to brush it away from his knees so he could continue. Whoever these people where, they seemed to have the ability to walk on the surface of snow. The deepest mark between them seemed to be the drag marks of the demigod.

The wind blew again, this time blowing more snow over the prints, almost removing them from view. "No! No!" Steve cried as he looked up from the prints, ignoring the cold wind. Ahead of him were black lumps in the snow, they did not look like rocks but people. The miner quickly ran over to them thinking that maybe these were the same people who had taken the demigod.

As Steve got closer he found bodies buried halfway in the snow with deep stab wounds in their backs and sides. The miner rolled one of them over and saw the grayish skin and eyes staring blankly up at the sky, these people had been dead for a while now and the demigod was not among them. "So why go all the way to the wall to drag one body when there are three or four of them much closer to where they came from?" The miner tried to figure it all out in this head but couldn't make heads nor tails of it. "And even if they knew he was alive why go to all that trouble?"

Steve walked passed the bodies lost in thought and spotted a new set of footprints, they where just as deep as the first ones but were newer and headed in the same direction. "It seems I am not the only one following these guys."

As Steve started to follow the new trail; he did not see the dead bodies behind him clutch its fist and start to stand.

A/N: Sorry for this chapter bring so late, if you gone on my profile you'll see why. not a lot of action going on in this, but the next chapter may have a fight or two. will Hero be able to stand the pain and escape on his own, or will Steve be the one to free him.