Chapter 3 Deaths (Steve POV)
As Papart, Tom, and I headed to the pyramid, night came upon us. We slowly made our way across the barren area, cautiously watching for another mob to come climbing towards us.
Then, a giant structure appeared, made of redstone lamps. It flashed the words: number of deaths. Then, it displayed the number 10. There were ten deaths so far. That meant that there were only fourteen fighters left in the arena. That got our hopes up, showing that there were only 11 people in our way, instead of 21. The redstone lamp contraption then disappeared.
"That doesn't seem right," I thought aloud. "Blocks don't just disappear."
"You're right, that does seem a little fishy," Tom replied.
"Whatever, I'm sure we're missing the big picture," I sighed. "Let's just get to the temple."
We continued our walk, conserving our food. We still had a good amount of baked potatoes and raw porkchops, along with a few cooked steaks.
Finally, we arrived at the pyramid, and walked through the front entrance. Tom ran ahead, and tripped a tripwire. The floor opened up beneath him, and he fell down. I sprinted up and saw that he was falling into a far down lava pit. Then, I realized that he couldn't save himself with his tie, because he had a chestplate on. I screamed and walked back to Papart, who put his arm around me in hope of giving me comfort.
"I'm sorry, Steve, but there was nothing we could do," Papart stated simply. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
By then, I had made up my mind. I handed him my stone sword, and looked at him seriously.
"Kill me, now," I ordered.
"Dude! What the heck are you talking about?!" Papart yelled. "I'm not going to kill you."
"Just do it," I spat. "Or I'll do it myself."
I pulled out another sword I had, and held it up to my body. Knowing Papart wouldn't give in, I stabbed myself. My health began to fall, and then, they ran out.
I was dead.