This fanfiction is my version of the aftermath to "Take Back The Night", a Minecraft music video by CaptainSparklez. I've been wanting to write this for a while, so I'm afraid "Herobrine Rising II" is just going to have to wait. In the mean time, feel free to PM me with any ideas, suggestions or OCs for any of my stories! I'd love to hear them and will try my best to include them.

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Pain

Walking. He had to keep walking. Keep going despite the torrid wash of crimson spilling down his chest, glinting in the pale half-light of the moon. The pain was unrelenting; He let out an animalistic growl of discomfort as another wave of agony pulsed through him. It was so tempting - to lie down, to sleep, perchance to dream. To keel over and let the comforting blackness consume him. He couldn't stop though. Not when he was so close to-

Just keep walking.

The rough emerald green hood slipped down over his face so he angrily shook it off, the cloak it was attached to billowing out behind him. The man was aware that - without the covering hiding his eyes - he could be spotted and recognised easily, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It didn't matter anymore.

Only one thing matters.

As clear as day the memory returned, unbidden, unwanted, causing him to grit his teeth in rage. His foe. So weak, so hopelessly outclassed, yet-


He's arrived…

It's all under control…

I have him…

He is no match for me…

Now, I…

Wait…

No…


The figure growled again, reliving the indignation of having being brought down by a lesser creature than he. How? He had held all the cards, planned everything out down to the tiniest detail, but his arrogance had gotten the better of him. Well, he wouldn't make that mistake again.

Lights up ahead. Any mortal would have been overjoyed to catch a glimpse of the murky artificial glow through the spindly trees, but not him. Lights meant houses. Houses meant people. And people… If they caught a glimpse of him in this state, he could well be killed. If that was even possible; He didn't know, and had no intention of finding out.

Better avoid any confrontation for now. As much as I would enjoy bringing about the end to this worthless settlement, I am not sure I would have the strength. It is best the humans do not see me like this - They might nurture some foolish notion of taking me down.

I am the mythical Herobrine, after all.

Taking him down. Just like…


He could see the intruder now, tall and powerful, but naive with it. Blonde hair swept back by a tattered green ribbon, the last remaining link to his archaic, obsolete clan. Herobrine couldn't fail to notice the determination on the younger man's face though, a fiery resolve to exact revenge on his mentor's killer. The child had come so far, had prevailed against such overwhelming odds in the quest for retribution, and had succeeded where so many had failed. He was brave - strong and determined, the being had to respect that.

He was brave, and that entitled him to a fair fight.

Well, as fair as one can get when fighting a God.


It had seemed like a sure victory, but Herobrine had allowed his fervid imperiousness to blind him. He had allowed the mortal a fighting chance, and that had been a mistake. In fact, it had been a dreadful oversight to let the child live in the first place, to leave him lying broken in the smoking ruins of his father's kingdom. No matter. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Herobrine had strayed off the weathered gravel path in the hopes of avoiding the wretched settlement up ahead, and so far his plan seemed to be working. Not sensing any threats nearby, Herobrine forced his eyes to glow intensely bright, fading up from a dull glimmer to two powerful orbs that cut through the gloom with ease.

All I need is a safe place to rest for the night. But not here. Nowhere close to-

The ground under Herobrine's feet gave way and he found himself skidding down a sharp decline, the wound in his back stretching and splitting open. The earth became stained with red as he tried, and failed, to arrest his descent; The pain was becoming too much to bear. After what seemed like an age, he finally slid to a halt, breathless, arms curled protectively over the hideous, gaping laceration.

No…

Herobrine knew that even his superior body wouldn't be able to take such strain. He could feel himself shutting down, preparing to begin the long, arduous healing process he so hated. But the village was so close by; What if he was discovered?

There was no use worrying about that now.

Darkness started eating away at his vision, numbness flooding his scraped, leaded limbs.

He welcomed it.

Herobrine's eyes closed as the world faded; His head lolled forwards and he lay very still.