Chapter Six: Beyond the Fear of Letting Go

Why do you smile like you've been told a secret?

Now you're telling lies 'cause you have sworn to keep it

But no one keeps a secret

No one keeps a secret

- Secret, the Pierces

Petra quickly turned to the crowd behind her. Then she turned back to the foe. "You're lying. Of course you're lying. Everyone know that." She turned around to the unofficial reclaiming army once again. "Right?"

The problem was the response. "She's not lying, Petra." One voice. Only the concerned secret-keeper knew.

"Well…that explains a lot. The cat is literally in the name! But it makes no sense whatsoever," Jesse exclaimed. "You can't kill them just because they're not entirely human, Petra," Jack said. She just pointed her blade at the one accused of whatever. "You're not."

He didn't answer. Instead, his dark green eyes appeared to flash silver before settling on a pair of green, clearly feline eyes, vertical pupils and all.

"What. The. F**king. Nether. Is. Going. On," Lluna snorted in llama. One glance at those concerned, she seemed to say, finally you realized that that part of his name wasn't there for no reason. Being an animal had its perks, after all. It meant that you know things that humans do not.

"What?!" Radar yelled. "You're…a…" he managed to stammer out. "Are you evil in disguise?" he somehow blurted out. According to True Apologues, which told the truth, Herobrine's elite army was fully hybrid. That left the half-feline staring at Radar instead. I'd rather say that YOU'RE evil.

Then he gave a sound like a whimper and turned tail (considering the circumstances, he might actually have one) and stormed off into the ruins of the town, and beyond. "What! Coward!" Radar kept yelling. Sheesh, man, the phrase scaredy-cat exists for a reason! Moreover, it's not that kind of fear, not the fear that an absolute ruler had of rebellions and revolutions and liberalism. It was a fear of many different things. Not exactly of hate, of death, of ridicule. It was not hiding out of that kind of fear. It was hiding to protect from so-called superior pure humans; also to be accepted as a person, and not an animal.

No one was looking at the fortress. VD's eyes shone with what seemed like amusement and the cunning of a serpent, or perhaps rumours and gossip, reputation-ruining and the almost-perfect way to spread the seeds of doubt in tight-knit friendships.

Jesse decided to conclude the drama of hatred going on (as HTT arrived to watch the nonexistent fireworks, and while both were laughing at how easily their enemy had given up) in one word, with a word that would have his unofficial guardians clean out his mouth with soap (but wouldn't because it extremely accurately described the situation), "Sh*t."

Lukas, Bleu, Isa and Lluna were the first to find him. Right by the remains of this huge sandstone pyramid, stabbing a sword into a magma cube, far in the back corner of an area of wrecked structures, then climbing to the top and in. "You…okay?" Awkward.

"You said respawning is still enabled…"

"It used to be. I turned it off years ago," he answered grimly, so unlike himself. "Biggest mistake ever, it turned out to be." Then he dimmed back. Sheesh…what. Lluna let herself be hugged. Bad memories…flashbacks. That was when Jesse marched in, dragging the duo behind him, flanked by the other YouTuber, while Jack, Nurm and Wink brought up the rear.

Creepers and everything else were crawling around under the stars, peaceful unlike what was going on beneath them. Still, censors on, please.

"I-I…I'm sorry," Radar whispered. Tears were salty rain. "No, stop it. You're still the cinnamon roll we know you to be, Stamps." It took a good deal of hugging and kicking mobs to get it through. 'Til a witch smacked Isa in the shoulder with poison, a huge cloud of darkness following behind it, after it got stabbed in the chest with an enchanted diamond sword. And the last of the milk was given for her to heal, as well as a Potion of Healing II.

"Well, ha-ha, look at what we have here," a voice sneered behind them. "I thought you went to die or something." Everyone just rolled their eyes. "Why're you ignoring us?"

"We're busy, so perhaps we'll ignore you some other time. Maybe a thousand years into the future?" suggested Jesse. They just sent their mobs out without saying anything else.

Well, find a word to describe this drama. Anyone?

Jesse was facing a horde of wither skeletons and three creepers. Oh, Notch-dammit. He swung his sword into the coal-coloured walking biology lab equipment. He knocked the stone sword out of one of them's hands and stabbed its owner to dust and two lumps of coal. They wandered forward, as he dodged their blades and sent one of the creepers flying into the rest, exploding the lot of them. He coughed out the dust and brushed off the soot, but the job was done.

Petra had sent two iron swords from who-knows-where at the pair of blazes she was fighting, and a fire charge at two cave spiders. Lluna was doing well herself, helping the rest of the ex-escapees kick the sh*t out of the mobs. The YouTubers themselves were unafraid to hide, sending the wolves after the other pack, and in one case, clawing a ghast and a zombie to death. All the fighting was going on decently, except for the fact that the Terrible Two were just ordering their minions around instead of doing the dirty work themselves. Bleu simply sat on her master's shoulder.

Then the duo entered the pandemonium. Most of them were immediately knocked into the nether-brick and quartz arena-thing with what looked like redstone-automated cobblestone generators (Brick Breaking), or into the wall of the red-white-and-yellow wool thing with glass on top, whatever that was (Chicken Trail).

The only ones left on the battlefield were the two YouTubers, Lluna, Jesse, Petra, Bleu and the defending wolves, as well as the Two and their pack. Of course, Bleu was not a fighter. Bloody useless in a fight, even. Meanwhile, they had a whole army of mobs as backup if they got slain. What were the odds of them actually succeeding in taking back the night?

Petra was the first to drive her enchanted blade into a female zeta (war general) wolf. One by one, the wolf pack was decimated. Quite literally, in fact. In the end, all that was left of the pack of a dozen members was the alpha female and the one by the Two's side, the latter falling to dust and blood by two enchanted iron blades, almost reluctantly, considering the fact that the blades' owners were wolf owners themselves.

It left the only ones who had visited or lived in the world in its prime to do their own. No one turned to look, not even when anyone stepped back as gashes and cuts grazed their skin, metallic-smelled blood until a single word. A single exclamation. "NO!"

They were too far to get there in time. A single poison potion had struck upon one of them, and the other was simply too distracted, or stunned, or who-knows-what to move, to defend, to protect. Then a single bowstring was pulled back swiftly, an enchanted bowstring with an enchantment that would not affect its shot. A single arrow, its silver tip covered in a dark greyish black sort-of-liquid, flew through the air, towards its intended target.

A/N: I guess that the cat's out of the bag now. (Ha-ha.) Plus the cliffhanger ending – intended! Am I evil? Am I going to kill off a YouTuber? Maybe I am! BTW, I got my wolf pack info from

powerful wolves pack. wikifoundry page/ All+Wolf+Ranks

Just remove the spaces. Don't forget to R&R!