Minecraft. The stranger.
Chapter Thirteen.
Twenty minutes earlier.
(No. No. No. Not again...) I struggled to get back the surface, yet could no longer find any strength as I sat there in the dark.
The fear I felt from reliving my first memory returned, much more clear then that of the first time. The feeling of death over my shoulder was more then I cared for.
I felt the air bubbles touch my skin as they fled from my throat, up to the surface as they rushed to escape the water.
I watched them flee with angry eyes.
I was not only infuriated that my remaining air could easily leave me for their freedom, but my gaze was locked onto the very being that would soon be my murderer.
I set my sights on Alka. The Skeleton Chief was in a fit of laughter as I sank into the fimlerly cold waters.
Why he fought through hell just to reach me as unknown, yet my guess was he had to destroy the very being who triumphed over him, to salvage any pride that was taken.
As I finally reached the bottom, my quest just seemed to fade from my mind. Those people leaving my thoughts.
After all this, after what seemed like a never ending cycle of fighting ended here?
That couldn't be all could it, there had to be more then this. This path I had been sent on could not end like this, and so soon. I had wanted to die, but just when I find the strength to fight, it turned out to be for nothing.
But I guess I should be glad. All this fighting could end.
Yet I had to admit, as I layed on that sandy ground in the water, I felt incomplete for some odd reason.
Though I hadn't left much behind, that didn't mean I wasn't going to miss my life. And I'm sure Jamie would be saddened, she was right after all.
Maybe I should have listened to her... Although there's still no proof Alka wouldn't of had everyone killed which I'm sure he would have had he gotten into the colony, and if that had happened, I still would have fought, I would have to, he came to kill me.
Yet it didn't seem fair that others had to die for my failure in killing the monster. Yet so many had fallen because of me, and there were only two people to blame for this horror.
Herobrine, the freak who sent me on this quest, and forced the wraith of Alka upon the innocents. Because of him I was now here, in this water grave. And who knows how many more might die because of him.
And myself. If I hadn't trusted him and gone on this foolish quest in the first place, maybe none of this would have happened. If I had ignored him and stayed in my tree fort, who knows what would have become of me and those people.
Alka might not have attacked the colony, and now I could only hope that something would stop his killing of those others in the colony. That something could stop the blood-shed.
And that this time I'd stay down.
Yet this time...I wasn't so sure I wanted to die just yet...For the first time since I had fought Alka...I had something to fight for...So why was it being taken from me just as I had found it?
And was I just going to let it be taken from me with out one more fight?
Hell no. I had been pushed around enough. Now it was my turn. This was my final stand against it all. Whatever the reason Herobrine had chosen me for didn't matter, all hat did was surviving, and saving those people.
Next chapter will be longer. S.W.38. Signing off