Disclaimer: Is my name Markus Persson? Or Jens Bergensten? No. Therefore, I don't own Minecraft, and didn't at any point in time.

Sky's POV

I'm worried about Deadlox. It'd been a while since he left us, and he didn't seem like he was in the best state at the time.

'Something's wrong…'

Just as I had this thought, thudding footsteps and heavy breathing interrupted me. I looked behind me to see Deadlox running over, bending down to catch his breath.

"Deadlox! There you-" my breath hitched as I noticed the rips in his clothing, the gashes in his back and bloodstains on his clothes. There was also some blood on the side of his mouth.

"Dude, what the hell happened!?" Husky said what I'm sure we were all thinking.

"N-nothing, just ran into some monsters…no big deal," he shrugged, exposing parts of his skin where he seemed to be burnt.

I knew it was bullcrap. I marched over to my best friend and grabbed his hand, heading towards the exit of the cave. "Come on, you need to get home."

"But-"

"Sky's right, dude."

"Not you, too, Jason!"

Eventually the debate died down as Deadlox accepted that we were leaving, and I could let go of his hand. Now that he was walking next to me, I could see his face properly. I could practically see the gears turning in his brain, as he seemed to be deep in thought. His mouth was pulled into a thin line, body tense. I would've asked if he was OK, but I knew he would just say it was nothing, so I didn't bother. Ignoring the butter around me, making sure to come back for it later, I simply stared straight ahead and focused on finding the closest exit and getting Deadlox home.

Deadlox's POV

I closed the door and leant against it with a sigh, letting myself slide down so I was sitting against it. Sky had been so insistent on getting me home; I wasn't really given a chance to argue. I could tell he had been watching me the whole time. I hated to worry him, but if I told my friends the truth, well, let's just say I'd rather not.

When we got home from our trip, I had headed straight up to my bedroom, saying I was tired. Truthfully, I was just tired of everyone's eyes on me, thinking I wouldn't notice.

Why was this happening? Why now? 'I have to figure out what's going on and-'

"Don't bother."

I grit my teeth. "Get outta my head, dammit!"

"No. I don't want to." He stated dismissively. If he had a body, he'd probably be pouted with his arms crossed. I hated it when he did that – it always got under my skin.

"You won't get away with this, Enderlox!

"Yes I will. I wouldn't have let myself be known if I wasn't sure of my plan."

"What plan?"

"Ever since you, as you put it, 'banished' me 12 years ago, I've been plotting. Scheming. Lying in wait as my power grew, until the time was right!"

"Quit gloating, you haven't won yet!"

"Haven't I?"

Mitch's POV

We came back, complete with a stack each of steak and pork chops, to Sky, Jason and Husky drinking coffee. Husky was staring right into the murky liquid inside the blue and grey mug. Jason's hand was shaking, making coffee spill out of his blue and grey one, and Sky was gripping his black and gold mug so tight, I was worried the handle would snap off.

"Where's Deadlox?" Ssundee asked.

"Upstairs, he got hurt…" Husky said.

An awkward silence blanketed the room, practically suffocating me.

"U-uh…I'll go make the rest of us some coffee…"

I let out a sigh as I left the living room and entered the kitchen. I headed over to the counter, putting the meat in a chest along the way, and opened up a cabinet.

"So, what happened exactly?" I heard Jerome ask in the other room. I pulled down three mugs – one red and black, one brown and black and blue. I also reached for a black and green one, but figured if Deadlox wasn't feeling to good, he probably wouldn't want anything to eat or drink right now.

"We're not sure – he wasn't feeling well so he told us to go on ahead," Sky's voice echoed from the living room. I grabbed the kettle and turned on the water tap, filling it to the maximum. "When he returned, he was all bloodied up and injured."

I set the kettle down and switched it on. As it started to boil, I grabbed a spoon and pulled a tin off the shelf, removing the lid to reveal ground coffee inside. "How the heck did that happen?" Biggums never was subtle about stuff, was he?

"He said he got into a fight with some monsters, but I'm not sure I believe him…" I picked up the spoon and filled each much with two spoonful's of coffee, adding an extra spoon of sugar for Jerome. I filled each mug to about one third with milk, adding some more for myself. I lifted the kettle and poured it into the cups, stirring each one with my spoon.

Suddenly, a thud was heard from upstairs. I stuck my head through the door and saw everyone was looking up the stairs. I turned my gaze as well as another thump was heard.

"Uh…I'll go check on Deadlox!" I volunteered.

As I climbed up the staircase, I couldn't help but feel dread filling my heart. Maybe I was just being paranoid? I wasn't quite sure. I soon found myself approaching Deadlox's bedroom door. I knocked on the hard birch wood. "Deadlox?"

Deadlox's POV

I gasped as a familiar pain filled my body. I gripped my wrecked T-shirt, attempted to ignore the pain. "I think you've forgotten, y-you're not the only one in this fight!" I stuttered, attempting to resist Enderlox's influence. "My friends will s-stop you!"

"Empty threats. You won't tell them, you're too scared to. By the time they figure out, I'll have taken full control."

"S-so!? They can s-still kill you!"

"At what cost? Even if I don't get to them first, they'd have to kill you in order to get to me."

I hated it, but I knew he was right. I wouldn't admit it, though. "T-they'll do what's right!" I insisted.

"Oh, sure they will!" I could clearly hear the sarcasm in his voice. My hands were shaking, as I stumbled, failing to resist the pain throughout my body. I tripped over a bowl I'd left on the floor and fell over, my hair covering my eye. Once again, pain erupted from my spine, skull and skin as Enderlox once again took over.

He reached up and stretched, cracking his (my? Our?) knuckles with a cringe worthy 'snap!'

"Can you not?"

"Not what?"

"Ugh, never mind…"

Enderlox gazed around my bedroom. As he walked past a mirror, I noticed the fangs in my mouth and the deep purple of my eye.

Enderlox was in full control.

In less than a second, his arm flew up, then straight back down, throwing his elbow onto my crafting table. Only instead of just hurting himself, the table flew into the air, landing on the ground with a loud 'thud'.

"Dude, what the hell!?"

Enderlox simply smirked as he jogged around my room, throwing around my furniture and slamming things on the ground, not only destroying many of my possessions, but also making a huge racket.

There was a knock at the door.

My head whipped around as a voice asked: "Deadlox?" I recognized it as Mitch's.

"Crap," Enderlox murmured, before surrendering control back to me.

I fell onto my knees, breathing heavily as the pain subsided, but the feeling of dread and despair stayed just as strong. I heard the door creak open as Mitch ran over and bent down to me.

"Dude, are you OK?" he asked.

"I…don't know…"

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