Author's note:

Firstly, I want to explain that I DO NOT own Minecraft or anything related to it. I'm just someone who decided to write a story related to it.

Next, sorry if this chapter took a bit longer, I had a little writers-block before going back to this.

Anyways, I'm back at it, so enjoy reading chapter 8!

Chapter 8: A luck with bad luck

My eyes flickered open, the sun this time NOT shining through the curtains into my room. I groaned, not in the mood to get up today. My mind registered something holding on to me, and my eyes darted down, finding a pair of slim, yet strong arms around my waist. I smiled, a small blush something I couldn't stop. My eyes followed to the Endergirl sleeping next to me, her breathing brushing against me. I looked through my room, Andrea's jacket hanging on the chair near my desk.

I turned to the clock, sighing.

9.09 A.M.

'Aaargh... ' I mentally groaned, really not wanting to get up. My stomach growled a little, making me realize that I at least had to eat something. I softly put Andrea her arms to her side, the girl moaning a little in her sleep. 'What could she be dreaming about?'

I got up from our bed (man, that sounds strange) and slowly opened the door, looking back to make sure Andrea was still sleeping.

I was cooking scrambled eggs in the pan standing on the stove, my fingers tapping on the counter as I was waiting for the toaster to finish toasting the bread. I heard something shuffle and was scared that Andrea had woken up, but instead the door to the spare room opened, a half-awake Dragon girl walking into the living room. I covered my mouth to hold back the laughter, Erin her hair looking like it went through a wind-blower! She gave me a sleepy look before sitting down in the sofa, groaning a little. The sun wasn't shining, outside dark clouds covering the sky.

"Bad morning?" I asked, still trying to hold back a laugh. Erin simply groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I grabbed the toasted bread from the toaster in mid-air, placing it on the plates that were ready. I turned the scrambled eggs around, the sizzling restarting. I grabbed some glasses from a cabinet and placed them on the table, filling them with some soda.

I put the plates down and looked up, another door opening. Andrea walked into the living, rubbing her eyes a bit. Her hair was less of a mess then Erin's. The two friends waved each other a 'good morning' until Andrea smelled at what I had prepared. She licked her lips, her eyes seeming more awake this time. Erin sat up, now also smelling the food. We all sat down at the dining table, digging into the meal.

We were finished quick, and I decided to put the morning news on, the news-reporter talking about the economics. He was quickly finished though, and the news turned to the weather forecast.

"-Today we can expect a cloudy day, not much of the sun going to show,-" We all groaned, hating these kind of days.

"-For those living inland it can get very stormy, the calculations showing a high chance for a heavy storm to break out in the area of Hartdown City.-" I looked up, my mind going through a mental map. I realized something and put the TV off.

"Rightford isn't far away from Hartdown City. I think we'll be the first to witness the storm. About time though, we haven't had a bit of rain in two whole weeks. The plants will be very happy." I said, ignoring a detail the girls didn't know about me. I shrugged at the thought of a full-out storm though. Erin and Andrea nodded at me until the first yawned a bit. Andrea started laughing with her best friend's sleepiness. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the Dragon girl, who gave the both of us a glare before laughing a bit herself.

Perspective: Tyler

"For crying out loud!"

I yelled, hearing today's weather forecast. There was a storm coming this way, and that meant no technical stuff. 'Electricity and a storm do NOT work together well.'

I sat down on my couch again, groaning a little. I brushed my hair back a bit, taking a mental note to cut my hair a bit. I looked into the direction of my room, remembering the gift my mother had send me a few weeks ago.

"A barber's kit, I think." I said to myself.

I smiled, thinking about the opportunities I had when it came to hairstyles. My hair was very easy to work with, blond being a rather useful color to work with. I suddenly thought about my friends, The possibilities for them also coming to mind. That's when something came to mind.

"Would Erin and Andrea allow me to change their hairstyles? Is their hair naturally dark with purple?"

I sat their, thinking about the things I could do. I stood up, a decision coming to mind.

"I'm going to practice a bit."

And with that, I walked upstairs to my bedroom, my mind in full-on 'fashion-mode'.

Perspective: Sky

I woke up with a slight head-ache. I blamed the many pancakes we had today and got up. I looked over to the bed next to me, a hump indicating that my brother was still sleeping. 'Sleepy-head.'

I changed myself, not caring about waking up my little brother. I entered the bathroom and started washing my face, rubbing the sleep out of me with the cold water.

When I came back into the room, Rayleigh had just gotten up from his bed. He stretched himself a bit, his shirt going up a few inches, showing his belly a bit. He was strong for his age, training very hard at the gym in town. He was the only 15-year old I knew that actually had something close to a six-pack. I grabbed some things from the low-closet and went outside, putting a headband on and getting ready to go for a hike. Rayleigh waved to me, showing me that he would catch up later. I nodded and started, going on a steady pace through the street.

I was going for about a few minutes when I stopped, a car with flashing blue lights in the distance. I got curious and kept going, reaching the scene.

A truck was parked to the side of the road, the front seeming dented. I noticed a red shade covering the radiator, making me imagine the worst. The police-officer was busy asking the driver, who had a bag of ice against his head. He had a blue eye and seemed to be missing a tooth, causing me to wonder what the heck had happened. The road was blocked of by the police-car, the symbol of the sheriff on the side.

I changed my gaze to the road and gasped. It was red, and I mean dark-red! It looked like there had been a puddle of blood the size of a bath on the road, the show of something being dragged across the road from a bit further. I clicked some things together and came to a conclusion: Driver hit person crossing the road. But that's when I heard the trucker speak up.

"I don't know what those other guys were doing, but they knocked me hard and dragged the body away. Who would care for a dead guy, anyways?"

'Other guys?' This time, I was genuinely surprised. I took my first conclusion back and started wondering. Who would do something like that? Doctor Frankenstein?

I suddenly noticed that the officer had caught me standing there. I smiled, not in the mood to clash with the law, and started walking back. On the way back I almost bumped into Rayleigh, who had changed into his jogging suit.

"What's going on?" He asked, now heading back with me.

"I don't know." I answered, my gaze going back towards the crime-scene behind us. I shrugged and looked back forwards, just avoiding a light-post.

Perspective: Archer

I grabbed a few more boxes and put them back, uncovering the treasure I was looking for. I grabbed the guitar-shaped black bag and put it on the table standing in the middle of the attic. I zipped the zipper on the side open and opened the bag, revealing an electric guitar.

Andrea looked at the instrument with a puzzled look, holding a box in her arms. I spotted the words 'Mom's old stuff' on it.

"It's called an electric guitar. It uses electricity to make music. It doesn't really do much without an amplifier." I explained, grabbing the guitar from it's old bag and touched a few strings. There wasn't much besides the simple noise of strings vibrating, no real music. Andrea nodded, putting the box down.

"So, can I help with something?" Erin asked, resting her head on the railing of the stairs leading upstairs to the attic. I shook my head, and the girl groaned, mumbling something under her breath. She jumped down, using her wings to glide downwards. I was surprised how skilled she was with those things on her back, but decided not to ask. I put the instrument back into the bag, which I zipped close. I picked it up and gestured for Andrea to follow. She nodded and followed me before teleporting down towards the base of the stairs.

"Hey, not fair!"

The Endergirl giggled before running of. I jumped the stairs down and chased her, the girl escaping me by teleporting somewhere else. I spotted her outside on the lawn, dropping down on the grass. I chuckled at her fail to land well and got outside, Erin following me outside.

"Wait up, guys!"

We cleared a few of the leaves that were left on the stage. I put the mic in the center of the stage, as Tyler finished working on setting up the technical stuff. Rayleigh and Sky were clearing the benches and Erin was helping Andrea pick some of the branches that were stuck on the roof hanging over the stage.

It used to be an old amphitheater with overhang to protect the artist during the show against rain. There was an old post on the side of the sitting-space for an extension of the overhang, something they used to protect the people seated on the benches. The ground around it was made of stone tiles, but they were quite overgrown by grass and on the edge were a few old wooden benches that were rotting away, a few mushrooms growing in the shade of the things that were casting a shadow on the ground. It was something we found in the part of the town that was once used by Romany living in the area. Over time the people found places to live and they left it to be taken over by nature.

"I can't believe that no one found this place." Sky said, taking a look at the work we had done. Almost all the leaves and branches were gone, and Erin was grabbing the last of stuff on the overhang. Andrea was being helped by Tyler putting the stuff in a garbage can, the third we were using this hour!

"I found it when exploring with my mother. She taught me all about the plants that grew here. I came here to play or when I wanted to be alone. The acoustics are great, and no one can see or hear us here." I said, nostalgia reaching my mind. Memories from back then flooded my mind, and I was almost going to tear up, but stopped myself when I noticed Rayleigh staring at me. He looked back, turning to the surroundings.

"Should we clear up the rest?" He asked, kicking a puff of grass that was growing from inbetween the tiles.

"No, that's to much work for us. And besides, that overgrown feel makes it seem like we're all alone in the world. Like no one is around." I said, grabbing my guitar to examine it one last time.

"We won't be playing today, right?" Sky asked, looking at the clouds with a worried look. "That weather isn't looking good."

I shook my head and looked up, noticing that the clouds were even darker then this morning. I shrugged as a gust of wind flew by, the chill running down my spine. I swear I heard Andrea gasp as the breeze passed by.

We finished clearing what needed clearing and arranged our stuff in the driest part of the amphitheater, where we knew they wouldn't get wet. I placed a plastic cover over everything just to be sure before we started heading back. We were right in time, because a few drops started to fall down. I noticed Erin and Andrea shriek from instinct before remembering that water doesn't hurt them, blushing a bit as we all looked at them, a bit surprised at their reaction.

The three of us reached my house just in time as the rain started pouring down. I brushed of the wet that was able to hit me on the way home, making sure my clothes weren't to wet. Andrea shook her head, a few drips of water shooting through the air. Erin used a comb she had received from Sky to brush the wet out of her hair. I put the keys in my pocket and walked to the TV, putting it on. It switched to the afternoon News, the same news-reporter from this morning on.

"-As the police continues with the search, people are asked to look out for this boy-" A picture appeared on screen, showing a boy around his twenties with black hair and brown eyes. He wasn't smiling on the picture, making me guess it wasn't a picture for the fun. "-who has been missing from his family since yesterday. His family was recently moving in to Rightford, but he went missing last evening on a hike through the forest. The police is not certain if the boys disappearance is connected with the accident from this evening, where a trucker had hit a person crossing the street. The trucker states that he saw people taking the injured or death person with them, before being knocked out by one of the masked people.-"

I sighed, not sure what to think. Things like this didn't happen that often. The chance the boy got lost in the woods was high, but that there was an accident that same evening seemed a bit to much of coincidence. I noticed that Andrea and Erin were thinking the same, their heads shaking as the sheriff said that the odds were small the two were connected. 'He's worse then his own officers.'

I turned the TV off when I heard rumbling outside, a chill passing my back. I turned outside and checked the trees, hoping that we wouldn't be hit by any of them.

Another rumble followed, before I saw a flash and a hard crack flowed through the air. I ducked together, shaking, my mind on zero.

'Storms. I HATE storms.'

Perspective: Andrea

A flash passed through the windows, and a loud crack made the air shake. I felt a chill pas my spine, but was able to stay relaxed. I heard a yelp and looked to Archer, but spotted him ducked together, trembling. He was shaking, his eyes wide and his hands sweating. I rushed to him, Erin behind me. I sat down on my knees, looking at the brown-haired boy. His eyes were staring into the void, his lips trembling. He was scared, no, terrified! I felt something squeeze my heart together, a pain in my chest. I felt terrible, seeing him like that.

I touched him, but he didn't even register my touch. I tried to calm him down, but even shaking him only seemed to make him duck together even more. That's when I had an idea. I asked Erin to grab a wet towel, waiting for her to be inside the bathroom before helping Archer up. 'At least he can move when helped.'

I guided him to the sofa, where he sat down, still shaking, his arms around himself. His eyes were still wide, filled with fear. I tried to calm him, and this time it seemed to work, as his trembling started decreasing. Suddenly, a new flashed passed, followed by a crack sounding through the air, causing Archer to duck together again. I heard water running in the bathroom and quickly stop, the door opening and Erin walking towards me with a wet towel. I took the towel and placed it on Archer's forehead, who started trembling a bit less. I could see his grip on himself soften and his eyes get a bit smaller, the fear flowing away. I could see that he was still terrified, but not petrified like a moment ago. I gestured Erin to grab a bucket and fill it with water. She nodded and grabbed a bucket standing in the kitchen before heading into the bathroom again.

"F-Father."

I turned to Archer, who had just mumbled something. I rose an eyebrow, not sure what he had said.

"D-Dad. No..."

That's when I heard it better, and I realized what was going on.

A trauma.

Archer must have received a trauma after his father died in that storm. That's why he's reacting like this. Why didn't he tell me? Didn't he trust me with something like that?

Erin returned with a bucket of water, placing it carefully next to me. I smiled at my friend, who nodded before looking at Archer, who was trembling a bit less. I grabbed the towel and made it wet again, Archer's forehead somehow warmer then normal. I placed the towel against his forehead and that seemed to be all needed to calm him even more. He let go of his shoulders, his arms slumping down. His sweating started to get less, his shaking lessening too. His eyes seemed to get normal again.

And then thunder struck again.

It started all over: Archer ducking together, his hands grabbing his shoulder. He trembled hard, sweating badly. 'This is going to take a while.' I thought, until something came to me. Something Archer did to help me calm down. I waited until he had calmed down a bit, only now noticing that Erin had left to her room.

I waited a bit more until I saw that Archer was turning back to his normal skin-tone and his eyes had stopped going everywhere. I took a deep breath and turned him to face me. His eyes caught mine and I saw that, deep inside, he was relieved to have me here. And I knew how to help him even more.

I grabbed him tight, hugging the boy. He at first didn't respond, but I soon felt his hands going towards my back, his head resting against my shoulder, until he was returning the hug, although still terrified.

"T-thanks..." I heard him whisper in my ears, causing me to sigh from relief. He was getting back to his senses, and the storm outside seemed to calm do-

A crack sounded, and I was worried that Archer would retreat from the hug. I was surprised at the actual result.

Archer his hands gripped a bit tighter, and I could feel a bit more of him tremble, but he didn't leave the hug. Instead, he closed his eyes and rested himself against me. I felt his heart race, but it seemed to be calming down already. I heard his breathing relaxing. I smiled.

'So I'm the one who calms him down, he? Guess we calm each other.'

We were like that for a while, Archer not getting petrified anymore when thunder or lightning passed over. In time, I could feel his breathing turn steady, his heart relaxing, and his weight pressing against me a bit more. I looked up, noticing his eyes closed.

'He fell asleep.'

I chuckled, but quickly covered my mouth. I smiled helping Archer to lay down on the sofa, putting a pillow under his head. I felt a yawn come, but stopped it in time. I dropped next to him, the sofa just big enough to hold the two of his laying down. I placed my head on the pillow, but quickly found myself leaning against him. I blushed a bit, until a risky idea popped in my mind. I blushed a bit harder as my hand reached towards Archer's. I grabbed his hands and our fingers intertwined. I looked to Archer and was surprised to see him smiling in his sleep.

'Does he? Can it be? Does he actually...?'

I tried to think of something else, a big blush now on my face. I thanked Notch that Erin was in her room and focused on the tapping of the rain outside against the windows.

Drip, drip, drip.

I felt my eyes getting heavy, a yawn escaping me.

Drip, drip.

My head became heavy, now resting against Archer's. I tried hard to not fall asleep, but the storm had passed and it was only rain now.

Drip.

I tried to fight the sleep, but it was like facing the Ender Dragon.

Dri-

I fell asleep, my hand still holding on to Archer's.

Perspective: Erin

I peeped through the gap of my door, looking inside the living room. My eyes fell on the couch, where two were laying down, sleeping.

I giggled into my hand, noticing the two holding hands, vast asleep.

'They really are in love, aren't they? I think that I and Andrea need to talk at one point.'

I closed the door carefully, walking towards my bed and dropping down on the pillow, a sigh leaving me. All that helping and flying had tired me out, and I needed a rest.

'Goodnight' I thought to myself, until my eyes closed and I entered the realm of dreaming.

Perspective: Unknown

I opened my eyes, and closed them again as a bright light shone into them. I tried to remember what had happened, but couldn't remember anything.

"Good morning, my dear subject." A voice said, although sounding muffled by something. I tried to move, but didn't feel anything. I tried to speak, but didn't find my voice. It was pure darkness.

"Sorry for the treatment. We had to shut down your body to assure it can fully recover from the 'incident'. When you're fully recovered, I'm sure to explain things, but for now..." The voice said, causing me to feel like I should be panicking. Suddenly, I felt sleepy, and soon passed out again. "I need you to be still."