Chapter 1} A Bold Move

Steve gasped for air. He hunched against the wall then staggered into an alleyway. The dust on the wall stuck to his bloody hands.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Crimson stained the walls. His vision fogged. He had to go on. He couldn't give up yet. Not when he was so close, like a coward. "Dagger." His right hand brushed over his torso. It was gone. His fingers twitched.

Steven groaned. He swayed, his back hit the wall. He wanted to scream, to swear, to end this. He had to go on. Disembodied voices shouted from behind. The stale and lazy sucked out the life in him. He looked back. Colours mixed. Steven hauled himself to the adjacent wall, sliding down against the glass plane. Old mannequins stared back at him through the glass.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

The journal was safe. He had enough to go back home–

The officer grabbed his arm. His glare gave Steve the order to return the stolen property. Steve's dagger made a small, unnoticeable cut on the man's back, and was flung back with a punch in the face.

Steve fell on his bottom, rubbing his cheek gingerly. A small smile hung on his face.

The poison flooded the man's eyes. Those wide canvases caught a monster's face in their last moments before the dagger retraced its steps.

Steve coughed. Black fibres of his shirt mixed with his wound. He tried to rub his eyes, but they did no good. Nothing in him did any good.

The journal cradled in his hands, he sprinted towards his home.

Feet splashed over water puddles. He flinched.

He won't make it, would he?

The footsteps came closer. They halted. So did Steven's breathing. Steven looked up. His eyes widened. He shook his head, but he saw nothing. A big olive and a silver blade. A blade. Was it that dead guard?

"Hands up!"

Steve's hand held the book near his broken ribs. He took a deep breath and bit his lip. Cold metal reset against his neck

Breathe in. Breathe out. Feel the power.

"Drop your weapons and return the–"

A flash of red. Mid-air, rec sparks surrounded him. Crystal clear vision. Steven heard the man's controlled gasp. His fist crashed into the man's shoulder.

The man screamed. His back hit the wall. Red mists evaporated off his shoulder. Steve stood tall. Fear caused the man's face to wrinkle.

Is he even human?

A dagger clinked as it was drawn out of its sheath. The dagger was pointed at him. With lightning speed, he caught the man's hand.

He's not worthy of being human.

With a shout, he twisted the outstretched arm as he spun 180°. The man yelled and dropped the dagger. Steve caught the dagger. He completed his spin 360°, the dagger lodged into the man's throat.

First silence. And then came the fatigue.

Steve gulped. Sweat dribbled down his temples. He scowled at the abandoned shop behind him. There has to be a first aid kit in there. Or else those humans were a waste of time. He cursed at the creaking hinges as he stumbled inside the shop.

He twisted the knob on a sink. Coldwater ran through his fingers. They trembled as they poured the water on the wound. He groaned. He couldn't give up yet.

"This was dumb." He hissed as he bent down, and found a white bottle and cotton in an under-sink cabinet.

The iodine stained the old cotton black. He slumped down before scrubbing it against the wound on his neck. The journal silently listened to his groans, moans and profanities, as always.

Steven looked at the dresses and tables lifelessly. Its brown covering covered the consequences of his actions. The journal then spoke. It told him that he had done something very silly.

"No. It's A bold move–A very bold one."

He will suffer for his actions. All of them. Some day.

"Ugh!" He threw the cotton ball. "It's not stupid. No. It's not stupid. It's not. It's his fault. He- that guy...He deserved it.."

Herobrine's journal whispered that the man did not.

Steve's hands scampered over the wall. He held onto the edge of a nearby table and hoisted himself up, hissing profanities. Not a single soul was around. Why would anyone be around? Humans had better things to do.

He hastily manoeuvred an old cloak around him.

"That fool...That old fool. Notch, you bastard."

The red mists dissipated. In five more minutes, he was out of the Capital, still far away from home.

Disclaimer!

Hello to one and all and welcome to Electrum! I have been itching to write this story for two years and finally, it's out! But, before we head inside, I'd like to shed some light on a few things about this story.

Although it may seem like that, this is completely NOT a HeroXSteve story or anything like that. This story does not even have romance or any of its siblings in it (Sorry!) Sorry if you were looking for that here :(

Please don't hesitate to comment on this book, I would love to hear what you guys have got to say ;)

Chapter one is short (ugh!) because it's- well introductory

And lastly, enjoy!