Hey! I just want to give a disclaimer before I start. This is the first time I've ever written a fanfiction and the first time I've written in first person so if you have any suggestions for how I could make it better, I would be very happy. I'm sorry for the terrible writing and language mechanics. Have fun reading?
-Talia
Pulling back the string of the bow, I carefully aim at the apple in the item frame. Slow breaths brush across my fingertips as I steady the bow. The string flicks forwards as I release the arrow. It soars to the apple and sticks straight through it, pinning it to the wall. Baylee wags her tail and stands, running to it. Putting the bow in a nearby chest, I walk to the arrow and pull it out of the wall, the apple with it. For the past three nights I haven't been able to sleep, so I shot arrows at my wall to burn away my boredom. It had worked for the first few nights but tonight it was getting repetitive. Tiny pieces of wood had been chipped away from the wall and holes filled the item frame. I pull the arrow out of the apple and put them in my bag.
Bored of shooting, I walk to the chest and flash Baylee a false smile. "Hey Baylee!" I say "I have a-" I pull a porkchop out of a nearby chest, "-porkchop for you!" She runs to me, barks, and jumps onto my leg. "Hey!" I say, "Sit." She licks her lips and slowly sits, tail still wagging. "Ay! Good girl!" I throw the meat to her and she catches it in her mouth, running around in a circle. Her tail flicks back and forth and I sit on the ground. Baylee runs up to me, so I begin to pet her and she leans into my hand, blinking slowly. She yawns and lays in my lap. I wish I could sleep but it's almost impossible. I would lay in my bed and - even though I would be incredibly tired - sleep would never come. I brush Baylee's ears back and she snorts, her ears flicking forward. She never likes when her ears are backwards and I laugh quietly to her. I lazily blink and scratch her.
We sit for a while until her ears stick up. She stands, turning her head to the window.
"Baylee?" I ask.
She starts to growl, a deep sound that rolls up her throat into a loud bark that makes me jump.
"Baylee!" I grab her collar and she squirms, pawing at my hand. "Hey, what's wrong?"
My fingers slip out from under her collar and she runs to a window. Jumping on a furnace to get a better view.
"Hey!" I shout, "you're not allowed up there!" I walk to the window and she wags her tail so hard she sways back and forth. "What do you see?" She whines at me and barks at the window.
"Baylee!" I say again, glancing out of it, "I can't- oh, blast." Torches surrounding the house illuminate five dozen zombies and skeletons. The zombies hold shields and stand in front of the skeletons, protecting the both from attack. Slowing marching toward the house, they're about 300 blocks away. "Baylee, I need you to go hide behind the leather armor! Don't move until I get you."
She runs up the stairs and I run down. To the storage. I sprint to the item frames on the wall, where my best weapons are kept, I'd need them. I pull out a sword and my best bow, also putting a quiver of sixty-four arrows onto my belt. Fearing they'd approach the house too quickly, I pull half a dozen splash potions of slowness out of a chest and throw it into my bag.
I run up the stairs and climb the ladder, slamming the trapdoor open against the roof. I finish scaling the ladder and scramble onto my feet on the roof. I had built a farm on top of the roof with potatoes and wheat; they sprung up from the dirt, ready to be picked. I didn't have time right now. If I didn't defend my house, there wouldn't be crops to pick and plant. I run to the edge of the roof and pull the bow from my bag. The monsters in the grass all stop moving. Their heads turn in unison toward the roof. They get eerily quiet, the only noise being my heavy breathing and the wind whistling, rattling the skeleton's bones.
Slowly pulling my bow out of my bag, I nock an arrow on the string. The mobs still aren't moving, so I raise the bow, pull back the string, and hesitantly fire. The arrow soars through the air and sticks into the ground next to a zombie. The skeletons pull their bows toward the roof and fire. The arrows fly above the roof and I freeze. I've never been shot at with this many arrows before. I didn't have any time to think as all of the arrows stuck into my chest. I gasp and stumble backwards, then falling to the ground.
I reappear in my bed and struggle to stand. Racing up the stairs, I turn toward the armor stands. I would need to put on armor this time to not repeat mistakes from the last death. As I'm putting on a set of diamond armor, Baylee pokes her head out from behind the chainmail armor. "Baylee," I say as I latch the buckle on the chest-plate. "This is much worse than I thought." I pull on the boots, "Stay here. Please." She whines and I grab the matching helmet. I'd never liked wearing metal helmets, but today I have to. I might get killed again if I don't.
I run to the top floor and climb up the ladder to the roof. Kicking the trap door closed, I shoot a glance at the mobs, gasping as over thirty arrows all fly above. I run to the pile of things I had dropped and grab the shield, holding it up as all of the arrows land it in. The weight of the arrow makes me stumble back. It takes me a second to regain my balance but before I can, something big tackles me to the ground. I fall hard on my back, on all of the things I had dropped when I died. The thing that attacked me has pinned me to the ground but I don't notice. The slowness potions burst open from the weight and glass cuts into my back. I groan as the potions take their effect; I've accidentally splashed myself with one of these before but never as many as this. It feels like my weight has increased by almost five times and I groggily turn to face whatever knocked me to my feet. A spider stands above me and sinks its teeth into my shoulder.
I scream and pull an arrow out of the shield still strapped to my arm, stabbing the spider in the eye. It hisses and my vision blurs .I realize that it isn't just a spider but a cave spider. How in the world did they get it up here? And why is it hostile in this light? The spider dies as the world spins. My arm goes numb and I can't support the weight of the shield. It falls to the ground as stars flicker throughout my vision. I can't tell whether they're from the spider's venom or real stars. Something on the bottom floors of the house explodes. I try to stand but the numbness has spread throughout my body.
The ladder rungs shake. Someone is climbing to the roof. Zombies and skeletons can't climb ladder; and the space is too small for a spider; it has to be a person. The trap door swings open and I can barely turn my head to see it. It looks like a zombie at first but his skin isn't green. He's wearing the same clothes as zombies wear but they look cleaner, sharper. He almost looks like me. He turns his head toward where I lay. He doesn't have pupils, his eyes are white and empty. He finishes climbing the ladder and stands on the roof. His moments are slow and frightening as he begins to step toward me. He pulls a sword out of his bag and continues forward. He stops when he's almost a foot away and stares down. I swallow. I can do nothing but stare back. I can't move at all and feel defenseless. He raises his sword and I try to defend myself with the shield still strapped to my arm but it's worse now. The weight of the potions and the venom slowly eating me from the inside out pin me to the ground. I groan and try to lift my head.
His face is expressionless as he says, "You're just like me," he laughs slightly but stops suddenly and cocks his head, "yet you banished me." He places the tip of the sword on my chest and I struggle to move. Everytime I try to move, pain splits through the muscle. I gasp and choke, hot tears run down the sides of my face above my ears.
"I want to thank you for that, it helped me become a better person." It sounds like he's speaking underwater, slow and muffled. "But now it's my turn to return your favor." I can't do anything except panic. "See you soon." He plunges the sword into my chest.
I expect to respawn in my bed. I expect to be able to grab another sword from my chest and defeat the zombie with the sword on the roof. I expect to defeat them and win my house back. But none of that happens.
I appear in the dew-ridden grass of a dark forest and white text appears in the bottom of my vision
You have no home bed or it was obstructed.
-End of Chapter-