Silent Lovers Ch. 11
Something within me snapped and sparked and sizzled, with every breath my insides churned and twisted. My outside appearance changed just as accordingly.
Pixelated flashes flickered around me and a high pitched tone rang through the air. My eyes glowed brighter than they've ever had and all feeling warped and disappeared.
No pain, no guilt, no love.
I saw Camille's eyes reflect fear and disgust. Of course, I thought, no one would love this. Not what I am inside.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel anger at all. It was understandable, I figure, she was true in the fact that I was a monster. A revolting, horrible monster that killed mercilessly and without a second thought. I liked it that way.
My being became transparent and began teleporting where I willed it to go. I was at Camille's toes in a blink of an eye.
I don't remember what happened during that time, I only recall becoming what I was inside, Camille's pained cries, and the feeling of nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I had regained some humanity and woken up to find myself on the destroyed rubble of the once cozy sitting room. I took a breath, filling my lungs with oxygen that no longer kept me alive in this world. Yet I still breathe, if only out of habit.
I still felt the remnants of the crushing emptiness in my head. I stood up shakily and gazed around. The last time I had gone through the change, I had slaughtered the capital city of a now forgotten nation. Though the last time I had felt such emptiness, was when he killed me.
My body was bruised and swollen, several cuts lined my body.
"Brother, stop this at once! Or else!" A booming voice yelled over at me across a ruined palace ground. Pillars were knocked over and walls were shattered.
"Or else what? What could you possibly take from me now, brother?" My voice was hoarse and filled with rage, jealousy, and pride.
Two brothers fighting against each other, only one can come out on top.
"Brother, please!" The other, more burly and mature, pleaded. He was older, with a head of brown hair and a beard. He barely had as much marks on him as his younger brother, though he did sport a black eye that has slowly been turning to a sickly, purple color.
"No! I've had enough, and I will end this all now!" The younger screamed and ran after his brother. The burst of adrenaline pushing him off of the ground and giving him the strength to wield a heavy battle axe.
The older brother had seen Herobrine charge after him, swiftly pulling out his sapphire blue blade.
Both brothers had fought skillfully, managing to strike each other multiple times, though the older had the advantage of experience.
The older had sparred against Herobrine a countless number of times, thus knowing exactly where his strengths and weaknesses lay. One of them being that Herobrine had terrible foresight. While keeping his arms preoccupied, it left Herobrine's body exposed and unprotected. Using the hilt of his sword, the older brother landed a blow to Herobrine's side.
Seeing Herobrine recoil from being jabbed in the side, the older brother had taken the opportunity. Deftly raising his blade, he stabbed it through his brother's unarmored chest, precisely hitting his heart.
Herobrine's eyes flew open, staring straight at his older brother. His mouth agape, he let his axe fall from his bruised hands. Herobrine fell to his knees.
"Notch." Was all Herobrine said before falling to the earth with a defeated thud.
I still remember that night, where I thought I could have finally killed him. Though instead I had been the one to be cut down, yet again, by him.
I smiled at my own black sense of humor.
After I was killed, I still felt the presence of my being. Not exactly alive nor dead, just merely existing. Along with the empty existence, came the empty feeling. Thoughts of nihilism and death circulated through my already dead mind.
Though by the time I had been reawakened, so much time had passed. Decades had gone by, the brother I held so much contempt for had been killed, though not by my hands.
Time ravaged mortal lives and nations, destroying and rebuilding itself in an unending loop of insanity.
You suddenly remember why you don't like to think too hard on these things. Too much uncertainty and emotions and possibilities. You were content with your existence, if only for now.
You also take note that your mind thinks in third person, I think to myself.
I chuckle to myself, quietly. I don't know why, but I just do.
I also notice that my clothes have been singed slightly, mainly on the hems of my shirt and pants, and I begin to wonder how long was I out of it this time. Previous transformations had taken a mere hour to convert back, and others took years.
You only hope Camille is still alive in this lifetime.
Teleporting myself outside of the room, I quickly phased in multiple rooms to look for Camille. After twenty or so different rooms, I found myself in my bedroom where I saw a lump laying on my bed.
"What do we have here..." I trail off, making my way towards the lump I see that it is indeed Camille.
My hand slowly brings itself to her face, moving a hair behind her ear.
"What are you doing?"
I had woken up to seeing his beautiful face. Great, and I thought I'd gotten off easy.
"How are you still alive? I-I thought..." Herobrine showed a face of surprise and relief? Never thought I'd see the day, or even imagine a day, where he'd show concern for someone.
"You thought what? That you killed me? Please, I'd sooner get killed by a sheep than you." I scoffed.
"Sure, would you mind move over so I can also lay on my bed, what are you even doing on here anyway?" He smirked at me in a so-we're-both-here-you-wanna-bow-chika-wow-wow? kinda way.
Urgh.*
"No, you can just stand there." Herobrine made a face and tried to get on the bed, but I told him I won't answer his questions if he did. "Look who's got the upper hand now."
We'd gotten ourselves settled and he repeated his question to me again. I had to think over my possible answers, just in case I would want to keep some details hidden away for future reference/use.
"When you became, well, a monster...you came up right in front of my face and started speaking in a language* I didn't know about. You ranted on like you normally did, not as a monster, and in that time I had taken out my sword. You didn't seem to notice?" I raised an eyebrow at him, "And I was right up there, in front of your face. Well, I grabbed the hilt of my sword and struck you against your forehead as hard as I could." I repeated the swinging motion with my arms to further detail my story.
"That did it and you were out like a light. Of course not before you eyes became so wide and glow-y, then the room started to shake."
Herobrine looked deep in thougth.
"I got out of there as fast as I could, and found my way in you room, I guess." I shrugged.
"Oh, and by the way, you were out for a while. My clock doesn't work here, but I've eaten a bit of your rations"
*Urgh- made a picture detailing Camille's gorgeous face
*Language- Swedish of course
Camille: Wow, I'm in his bedroom, that's sooo original and creative...
HB: Come now, we all know what's going to happen ;)
Camille: ew.
Sam: I like writing fight scenes, so much angst and drama :3
BTW: Anyone have suggestions as to what kind of food Camille HAS eaten?
