Chapter 2 : In search for food

Hi guys Agithos here for another chapter. Enjoy

WARNING : This is a rewrite. If you find something that you think is incoherent with later chapters. Please, let me know immediately


Present time, The shelter, Mickael POV

After that meeting with Notch, I woke up confused, curious but most of all, I was pissed off. This God had the nerve to take me away from my home to accomplish a destiny I know nothing about. I wasn't in the mood to work but if I wanted to survive, I had to go out to gather some food.

I took my pickaxe, my axe and my sword. I also checked if I still had my Five-Seven. Since ammunitions doesn't exist in Minecraft, I only had one magazine, each bullet had to count.

I placed my ear on the wall to see if I could hear something happening outside my shelter. I heard nothing. I took my wooden axe and began to brake a part of my wall. After digging my way out of my little shelter, I saw a blue sky and the sun was here. There was no cloud into the sky and no monster on the ground.

Suddenly, I heard a loud rumble coming from my stomach. That alone reminded me that I didn't eat yesterday evening. Now, I was hungry. I took my sword in one hand and wandered into the forest with the hope of encountering a pig or a chicken.

After five minutes of being on the lookout for any kind of animal noise, I finally heard something quite interesting.

"Cot cot cot !"

A chicken, that's all I needed to make my stomach full. I quietly walked toward the source of the sound. I pushed a bush aside and saw a bunch of chickens ready to be my breakfirst. After a second of looking at them. I realized they were not made of blocks, they were real chickens. I was hesitant at first but a second rumble from my stomach showed that it was too hungry to care

"Well, I guess a chicken is a chicken !" I thought.

I took out my sword and slowly approached one of them from behind so it wouldn't see me. The one I aimed was pecking the dirt.

"Hehe, that's right, eat the dirt. Don't even bother turning your head around here !"

I walked behind the small chicken and prepared my sword. Infortunatly, I stepped on a branch which cracked. The chicken I was trying to catch turned his head and looked at me for a few seconds. Then he shouted, probably to sound the alarm to the other. The rest of the group started to run away from me as I tried to catch at least one of them.

"DAMN IT !" I shouted "Come on, I just need one of you, why can't you..."

I was interrupted by the sound a big explosion coming from nearby. I looked at the sky and saw a pillar of smoke coming from by house.

"What happened ? I hope bad happened to my house !"

I rushed toward my shelter. On my way, I tripped over some roots I didn't see but, in the end, I finally made it back. What I saw amazed him. In front of my self-made house was a girl wearing a green hoodie with the face of a creeper on it. She was also wearing green tights and...that's all, she wasn't wearing any pants. Something troubled me, she was normal like me. She wasn't made of blocks. I quickly hid behind a nearby tree. I looked at her for a moment before I saw that she was holding a TNT in her right hand.

"What is she doing ?" I asked myself.

I didn't have to wait for much longer to have an answer. She ingnited the fuse on the TNT before throwing it against a wall of my shelter.

"What the..."

The TNT blew up, leaving only dust and a big hole in my wall. Seeing that, the girl jumped happily, seemingly quite proud of her explosion.

"Yay, Cupa : 1. Target 0 !"

"What ? Did I hear right ? She took my shelter for a training target and blew it like it was Nothing. I am not going to let her walk away like that !"

I decided to have a little talk with that girl.

"HEY ! What do you think you are doing ?" I asked.

She turned her head toward me and I could finally saw her face. She was a Redhead girl with golden eyes. She probably looked around 17 years old. As soon as she saw me, her face turned from joy to fright. She started to run away from me. I felt a pang of regret for shouting at her like that, but still, she turned my shelter into ruins.

I began to follow her through the forest. She was running as fast as me and it seemed like she knew the forest like the back of her pocket. At one point she jumped into a bush, but, when I pushed the bush aside, the girl had disappearred. Realizing that I lost her track, I sat against the closest tree I could find. Tired and hungry, I decided to take a nap.

I was about to fall asleep when I smelled a familiar odor, the one of cooked meat.

"Where does it come from ?"

I got on my feet and walked toward the source of the smell. After five minutes of walking, I found myself in front of a very big village at the border of the forest. I was speechless for a second.

"Whoa...so, this is where it comes from. I didn't know Minecraft have some villages as big as this one !"

I approached the front gate of the village. It was opened and the guard next to it was sleeping soundly. I decided to enter the town. In the village, I saw mens, women and even children playing together. They were, like the girl from before, not made of blocks. It was clear they considered me as a stranger because they all gave me curious looks. I was wandering in the Streets when a child walked toward me and asked :

"Mister ? Can I ask you a question ?"

"Hum...yes !" I answered.

"Who are you ? Why do you smell so awfully ?"

I swear, if akwards moments could kill, then I would already be six feet Under. My face went red because of what the child asked, but now that I think about it. I didn't even had the time to take a shower or a bath for nearly two days. I was thinking of Something credible to say to the boy in front of me when her mother came the save the day.

"Samuel, get back home, how many time did I told you to not talk to strangers ? The mother called.

"Yes mother !" The child simply replied.

After the child has gone home, the mother turned toward me and said :

"I am sorry about my son, I love him but he can be too curious for his own good sometimes !"

"No no, don't worry, it's fine...hum, listen Miss..."

"Gaea, just Gaea, and you are ?"

"Mickael Tabor, nice to meet you !"

A loud rumble came from my stomach

"It seems like you are new here, if you need a good restaurant, you should good go to "The Calling North" !"

"Yes...but I have no money !"

"Oh...well, here take this. There should be enough emeralds for one meal !" Gaea said as she handed me the bag.

"Hum...I don't know if I should accept it !" I replied.

"Don't worry, I just want to help someone in need !"

"Well, thanks !" I thanked her.

She smiled before saying :

"Just walk forward, then turn left on the first intersection and you will find it !"

"Thanks Gaea, it was nice meeting you, Goodbye !"

"Bye Mickael !"

I carefully followed Gaea's instructions to finally arrive in front of the restaurant "The Calling North", my stomach groaned again.

"Oh shut up, you will be full in a few minutes !" I said to my organ.

I pushed the door of the restaurant to find myself in a beautiful room very nicely decorated.

"Hello, how many are you ?" The waiter asked me.

"Just one !" I answered.

"Good, take a seat, I'll bring you the menu !"

I did what I was told and, shortly after that, the waiter came back with the menu. I looked at the meals I could eat. The waiter stayed there, waiting for my answer. I just said :

"I'll just take your best meal !"

The waiter turned to the kitchen and said out loud :

"And one cooked porkshop with some beer, one !"

"Beer ? I don't remember Minecraft having other drinks than potions and milk. But, since the beggining, I encountered a god, real animals and even real humans. That kind of things shouldn't surprise me !" I thought as I waited for the waiter to come back with my lunch.

"Here it is sir. Enjoy your meal !"

I began to eat my meal. It was delicious, one of the best meal I had in months. Well, to tell the truth, I am a very bad cook. My meals are either burned or uncooked. No need to say I prefered to eat in one of those fast-foods with their hamburger, but this, this was way better. I was about to finish when I noticed waiter walking toward me.

"Will you take a dessert sir ?" He asked.

"No thanks, that will be it !"

"Then, that will make twenty emeralds !"

I took out the bag and opened it. It was at this moment that I gulped. In the bag, there was only five emeralds.

"Oh...crap !"

Seeing my face, the waiter asked :

"Is there a problem sir ?"

"Well, I am sorry...but I don't have enough on me..." I explained

"Then, you will explain that to our cook !"

He took me by the collar of my T-shirt and began to drag me toward the kitchen. I didn't resist, knowing it would have only made things worse. We passed the door and I saw a young woman around 20-25 years old, wearing a white harpon and holding a really big butcher knife. It also looked sharp. She was cutting a slice of meat. She looked at us with a hint of annoyance in her eyes.

"Henry..." She began "I already told you to not bring customers here, they are only disturbing me each time !"

"Yes, but this one can't pay for his meal !"

She stopped what she was doing before approaching us with her butcher knife in her hand. She was smiling like a psychopath. It was kinda scary and disturbing.

"Oh, I see. Then, he will have to pay with his blood. I have a few recipes in mind which includes some human organs !"

As she continued walking toward us, I was thinking of a way out.

"Alright Mickael, calm down. If a fight happens, you will act in self defense. You will just have to pin her down and knock her out before running away !"

She placed the point of her knife near my throat. My fight tightened, ready to knock that knife out of her hand if I had to. I tried to stay calm but it was difficult. Suddenly, she began to laugh.

"HAHAHAHA ! Would you take a look at yourself ? I bet you were shitting in your pants !"

"That was not funny !" I replied back, angry but visibly relieve that I wouldn't have to fight my way out.

"So, what do we do with him ?" The waiter wondered.

The cook seemed to think for a moment before saying :

"Hum...let me see your hands !"

"My hand ? Why ?" I asked.

"Don't ask, just give me your hands !"

I did as I was told and showed my hands to the cook. She took a good look at them.

"...No, that won't do at all. He doesn't have good hands for cooking. I don't have any use to him, but I know someone who could..."

TO BE CONTINUED Looks like the cook have something to ask Mickael. What will it be ? So, as alwaysPM or review to tell me what you think of the story : good or bad. See you next time (^_^) /