Hey guys here come the second part of the chapter "The Attack" so LET'S DO THIS! Anyway hope you still enjoy and to DJMidge there's someone out there for everyone. It'll just take some searching.
Joe's POV
"Sure thing bro, I'll be back in a few." Mike said before walking off.
Well I think I have a little bit of work to do before he gets back, I want to have his little birthday surprise from me to be set up before I start building my house. I thought to myself as I opened my creative inventory and searched for the right materials. I got myself situated and got to work clearing the ground under my house and the area that would become his house.
Time Lapse (smaller than the ones in the previous chapter)
I had finished clearing the area for the surprise and covered it with a few layers of dirt to make it seem natural in case Mike decided to put his floor a layer in the ground. I had begun to work on my houses foundation to make it look like I was working on my on my house for when Mike came back. But as I was rounding my outline a second time to make sure my block count was correct (OCD TO THE MAX), I suddenly ran out of blocks, which should have been impossible because of creative mode.
But I suddenly realized that I wasn't in creative mode anymore when I fell straight out of the air and my legs exploded in pain when I hit the ground. I could still stand but I was in horrible pain. I was able to get over to my makeshift chair *random wood staircase block* when I heard a twig snap in the woods behind me. I turned to see the two people I hated most in this world stalk out of the trees, my evil cousin Cav and Will, one of my former friends.
"Why, hello there Joe," the poison in Cav's voice when he talked was tangible "What do we have here? It seems that you've fallen and hurt yourself." He talked with fake empathy and sarcasm literally almost dripping from his mouth. A smile perked his lips as he continued, "I wonder what could have made you have fallen seeing how there are now cliffs or steep hills nearby. UNLESS, you were somehow in creative mode and then suddenly wasn't. Hahahahahahahahaha." He laughed as he pulled a shining stick and waved it around.
"What is that you piece of Nether shit? And where did you get it?" I yelled as he stalked closer with Will watching and smiling.
"From a witch, duh. Now I would like to slowly and methodically torture you to death but we have a different target for today."
"W-w-who?" I stuttered out while trying to remain standing but the black spots in front of my eyes told me I was losing the fight.
"Now of all people I thought you would already know. I want you to think real long and hard in the next thirty seconds on whom out of the little group you got here we would want to kill. Now, just possibly, could it be the guy that stopped us from killing you, got us banned from the inner city and anything that happens in it including the recent competition that you won."
"MIKE!?" I shouted.
"That's correct. Now I hope you enjoy sleep because you'll be in the land of dreams for a while." He said right before he grabbed me by the shirt and flung me against the wall of my house.
"M-m-mike…" I whispered before I passed out.
Zane's POV
I was talking to Ethan and Storm while Emerald was off helping the other girls find their *inner sparkle* as she called it so I was taking a break. "Storm, what are you making your house out of? Because I haven't really had the time to check having to help Emerald decorate and everything.
"Well I decided to make it out of simple materials. Jungle woods with some oak and spruce highlights with a cobblestone outline, like I said, nothing too fancy but it's not the material that matters, it's how you use it." He replied.
"Well I've never thought of it that way but yeah I guess you're right about that. How about You Ethan? I mean you can't be making something too special seeing how your sense of symmetry is horrid." I stated matter-o-factly.
"Well I can't argue much there but yeah I'm making a simple wood house. It'll have everything I'll need to function but it won't be anything special you know."
"I can understand that. Emerald feels like we need a room for everything and I'm sure Michael and Joe are off doing the same thing. But you know I still don't regret asking her to live with me. I have a feeling it has something to do with her being Goeff's daughter." I said.
"Yeah, well, I was thinki…." Ethan began but stopped and was staring behind off to my right. "Zane can you make a potion of reptile repellent because two big mouthed snakes just crawled into our area."
"What the Nether are you talking about?" I asked turning around. But as I looked toward the forest where he was pointing I saw the two people I had hoped that I would never have to deal with again. "Cav and Will, I thought you learned your lesson when Mike left you *points at Will* half dead and you *points at Cav* missing a hand and with a warning to never attack us again or he would kill you."
"Well you should know us enough to know that we aren't going to stop until we're dead or you are so, yeah you should have let him kill us." Will spoke slowly and made sure the salt in his voice was extra thick. "But now we're here to kill him so step aside and we won't hurt you until he's dead. Get in our way and your blood will soak the battlefield."
Well, you should know us enough to know that we won't let that happen." I said as Ethan and I grabbed diamond swords from our creative menus.
"Oh No! We're about to face two people in creative mode. They won't take any damage or get hurt from our weapons. What shall we do Cav?" Will sarcastically yelled and faked despair.
"I don't know Will what we'll do but I have to try something." Cav said with just as much sarcasm as he pulled out a glowing stick from his inventory. I immediately felt an evil and magical presence coming from the stick which Cav preceded to swing in an infinity symbol and chant in an ineligible language. As soon as he stopped I felt the light and airy feelings of being in creative mode leave me.
"What did you just do!? And what is that stick? Where did you get it?" I started yelling in a rage fueled demand for answers.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down with the questions. Honestly you sound like a seven year old asking why Notch is good and Herobrine is bad. It's actually funny seeing how Joe asked the same questions about five minutes ago."
"What are you two talking about? What did you do to Joe?" Ethan asked with worry in his voice.
"Now why would we have to be the ones to do anything and more importantly what makes you think we hurt him anyway?" Asked Cav.
"Because you're a no good, lying, deceitful, envious, evil, son of a cactus." I yelled as I pulled my premade potions out of my inventory. "Wait, actually, if you're a son of a cactus then that also makes you a prick too. Sorry."
"That's enough chit-chat," Yelled Will, "Cav, you and I need to finish these two before Mike gets back. Now pretty boys, let's dance."
"Storm, run and tell Emerald what's going down and to find her father and the other Lords." I yelled. He nodded and ran off disappearing around the corner.
Time lapse
We've been fighting for twenty minutes now to no avail. Every time Ethan and I pushed them back, they used dark magic to heal or give an energy boost and then come back at us. My healing and regeneration potion are the only thing keeping us alive, but my powers are wearing out. I can't keep making potions and rushing them to us for much longer.
"Ethan, either we have to finish this or retreat and I don't think that there's a good chance that either will work." I said as Ethan and I regrouped.
"I know but I don't know what else to do." He replied
"Well let's at least try and think of something ok? But for right this minute, let's try and focus on keeping ourselves alive, agreed?" I asked as Ethan and I ran to meet Cav and Will in another clash of blades.
"Agreed" Ethan grunted as his blade met with Cav's.
That's when Mike came charging in. Will and Cav backed off, giving me and Ethan a much needed break from the action. I was too tired to listen to all the dialogue but I mostly include mike choosing to fight alone and a lot of smash talk back and forth.
"Mike look out! They have somehow acquired a tool that takes the target out of any mode they're in that's not survival and puts them in it. Be caref…" Ethan shouted before being cracked in the side of the head with handle of Will's war hammer.
"ETHAN! Zane, tend to him and once he's stable, go tend to Joe." Mike yelled. I gave a slight nod then pulled Ethan off to the side to start treating his wounds. Now Mike turned to Will and Cav and stated "I know we've never gotten along Will but you're not going to fight an unarmed man are you. I despise you and yet I know you have more honor than that."
Will agreed but when Mike pulled an item from his inventory, he didn't pull a diamond ax which I thought would have been his go to seeing how he's always been more comfortable with an ax than a sword. But no, instead he pulls out this long staff looking thing. It's gold but has and orange or else red tint to it and it has what looks to be an Eye of Ender on the end.
He took his stance as Will and Cav were mocking his choice. But just as with me and Ethan, Cav used dark magic to drain Mike's creative mode powers. The funny part was though, Mike didn't seem to care. In fact, he smiled and just relaxed himself even more. That's when it happened again, and earthquake that shook the ground just like the night before during the parquor race. Only this time the ground split and a bright purple light shined up and engulfed Mike.
The shine intensified and I was momentarily blinded but when I could finally see again the ground had closed and where Mike had just been standing, a proud warrior clad in black and purple armor was standing.
Well, damn. I thought this was going to only be a two parter but it would have been over two thousand words so I'm breaking it into a three parter but I hope you have enjoyed and continue to enjoy this story so I know that I'm at least interesting someone in my writing. Well I'm tired because I finished this at like two in the morning so see ya.
