This is a special little "teaser" for Part 3 told in the warped perspective of Herobrine in first-person. I hope you'll find excitement in what's to come, and I hope you'll keep reading to the end of 5-17-09!
"You're a monster!" Diamondshiner74 screams, swinging his sword wildly. I easily dodge despite my head lowered to watch his feet. Feet tell all. "You-you're-!"
I see it, his right foot stepping back. The ominous sound of a bow being drawn strikes my ears. I raise my head and chuckle darkly. "A monster?" I ask sickly, still laughing. "Hmmm... You're such a redundant boy."
Shrieking in delight, I leap in the air and whip out my own weapon of choice: a diamond sword, made with the highest possible enchant, fith twelve other blades made from the diamonds of different worlds I had visited, reminding me of who I am. The arrow bounces off effortlessly as I move the blade across the air to block my face.
As Diamondshiner74's body slams dully against the wall, his own arrow lodged deep in the center of his chest, I smirk. I see his eyes, lowering to the white feathers of the shaft - the only part visible - and up to the dungeon ceiling above him. They're rolling back.
"Oh no!" I call, genuinely disappointed. "I was oh so waiting for this moment." I smirk and fold my arms. "You seemed so tough back in the good ol' days, eh?" I lower myself to the stone and glide lightly forward, a dull, sick smile on my face. My sword taps against his collar and pushes his square chin up, revealing his neck. He moans slightly. "Back where you would hack, and you would hurt, and you would harm... Harm my dear brother's precious game. But oh! Oh, look yonder forward, Shiner! Here I am~! Here is Herobrine! Here to finish what you started!" I scream, the voice belonging to me suddenly cranked up to max, fueled by a sudden raging torrent of anger and hate roaring toward a player I had near-forgotten about.
I regret forgetting.
My face grows dark and angry as I tighten the grip on my hilt. "N-no..." Diamond's arms move up with a great heave of his chest. It lowers back down with a choppy huuhhh as his hands wrap around my child, my sword, my blade.
"Ooohh! I knew you were still alive! Of course," I add, dropping my tone back down to a calm sea. He chokes and gasps for breath as my sword digs deeper into the nice little niche his head makes when it is tilted upwards. I flash a grin, my eyes focusing on the anguishing pain twisting and contorting his pitiful skin. "I did say were."
