A/N
In case anyone is interested, the sister series about the Yogscast has started called Another Legend for Another Day. This series will go more into game modes, mods, and minecraftia in general (minus Herobrine). It's got a few chapters already. No reviews. T-T Anyway, enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 6: Not for the faint of heart
By the time we had arrived at the designated place, night had fallen. It was a crisp night, cloudy and dark, chilled by the eerie breeze. It was like the beginning of a horror movie. I felt my heart beating in my chest as we huddled together, packed behind some crates. A loading dock. Figures I'd somehow find myself back to a place like this. The memories just rolled off, giving me a lump in my throat. I could hardly move.
"You okay?"
I could barely hear Ty behind me but his voice was able to reach me. I gave a slight nod. My breathing was shuddered. I wasn't supposed to be here. I felt so out of place, sandwiched between Ty and Quentin. Jerome and Mitch held up the back of the group while Seto and Sky held up the front. I wasn't like them. I wasn't special. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though, I suppose, it could be looked at as right place at the right time. At the moment, I couldn't really decide which it was.
"Anything?" whispered Jerome, nudging Mitch.
This chain went all the way up to Sky. I could see his shoulders tense as he slowly looked back at the rest of the line. Everyone avoided eye contact. I heard whistling. It was kind of funny. I could practically feel the eyes roll in Sky's skull as he turned back forward. The line began shuffling around the box, moving to the main dock.
"Where's your team, Ty?" Sky huffed, glancing back.
"They said dock 5, warehouse C," instructed Ty.
We left our tight formation, rounding the line of boxes into the open area. We paused, taking in our surroundings. The concrete strip of land stretched out far until it wrapped around another corner. Several large warehouses were placed along the strip, each facing outward with their letter painted on in a thick layer of red ink. I was starting to see my breath.
"This one, over here," Ty pointed at one of the closer warehouses.
Our footsteps were the only sound in the night, aside from the echoes of water against the concrete block. Reaching the large doors, Ty pulled out a key. He glanced over at Sky before inserting it and opening the door. The large metal doors creaking and groaned as they opened, revealing a rather empty room. For that moment, all seemed well. Then the moment passed.
The smell was the first thing to kick in. It smelled of fish and rotten meat. Whether the two were connected was hard to determine. The overhead lights were flickering, broken and barely used. Every window was shattered. The sound of something dripping echoed. Seeing through the dark with each flicker of light, we saw the concrete floor covered in a mix of red and black. Shadowed figures and objects littered the ground. A shimmer of a broken golden blade rested, stabbed into the wall.
"What the hell…" Ty whispered, taking the first step into the building.
Ty and Mitch were equipped with flashlights. Seto set off an illumination spell. Together lighting the room enough for all of us. The red and black liquid along the ground showed a shoddy detail of battle taking place across the whole building, ending at the crumpled masses of three individuals and a fourth slumped against a wall. Ty fell to his knees.
"These were…" I could hear him choking on his words. "This was supposed a simple mission. No one was supposed to get hurt!"
"It isn't your fault," Sky tried to offer a hand on his shoulder but Ty quickly batted it away.
"What the hell happened here!?" he howled.
"We know what happened," Quentin whispered.
"What do we do?" Jerome gulped.
"Bury them," Sky spoke flatly. "Take them someplace safe and bury them."
"And the one who wasn't human?" Seto hummed, pointing at the body slumped against the wall.
"Sky?" sighed Mitch.
There was a moment of silence. Ty had gotten to his feet, storming up the fallen recruits. He was rearranging them, rolling them over so they were face up, lying them straight in a row. No one said anything. No one did anything. We didn't know what to do so we just watched. I didn't know them. I'm not sure anyone but Ty did. They looked young. Sky stepped toward the wall, kneeling beside the final body.
"Are any of them still alive?" Sky murmured.
"No," Ty responded.
"And this one?"
Seto stepped up behind Sky.
"Dead."
"Good," huffed Ty.
"I heard something!"
Jerome, standing closest to the door, motioned our way. The sound of the waves was growing more intense, crashing hard like the thunder. Mitch rushed over to his friend's side. The two peered out the slightly ajar door.
"What's up?" perked Sky, turning to them.
"Thought I heard something," mumbled Jerome.
"Thought I saw something," added Mitch.
"There could be more of them coming," gasped Ty. "Coming to reclaim their dead?"
"Coming to make us dead," grumbled Seto. "They were waiting for us. This was a trap!"
There was a loud crash. Jerome and Mitch quickly shut the door, pressing their backs up against it. Sky snarled, shaking his head. I felt a chill run down my spine. It sounded like rain outside. The flashlights went out, leaving Seto's magical glow the only source of light aside from the flickering overhead.
"Now what?" gulped Jerome.
"Now," sighed Sky, pulling his sword from his holster. "We hold our ground and try not to die."
"Not exactly a time for jokes," hissed Ty. "People are dead, Adam."
"People have died long before this, Ty," snapped Sky, facing Ty. "Now's not the time to get snippy about it."
"Guys!" shouted Quentin. "Now is not the time for a power struggle!"
"Getting louder outside," Mitch interrupted.
"Who's armed?" Sky instructed.
"I've got Betty," Mitch nodded.
"I thought it was my turn with Betty," whispered Jerome, nudging Mitch.
"Oh yeah," Mitch grinned. "Jerome has Betty."
"I'm armed, more or less," Seto nodded.
"I've got nothing," gulped Ty, shaking his head.
"Me either," Quentin sighed.
"I'm sorry," my voice sounded small.
Sky groaned, hand tightening around the blade's handle. The sound of rain was near deafening. Jerome and Mitch fled from the door, joining our ranks. We stood ready, though we were far from it. The smell of fish and rotting seemed to be seeping into my clothes, my bones, my very being. I couldn't breathe. Seto's light was fading. The room was growing darker. Silence and darkness.