Hey guys, and welcome back to the Minecraft Interviews, where, like in the Hunger Games, we interview people before sending them to their deaths. (Just wanted to add, half of the time, the interviews are more likely to involve their death.)

Ahem. Anyway. If you don't like romance, or Herborine and Jessica, or Kristina and Tyler, then this chapter is not for you.

Herobrine and Susan both froze, Herobrine's eyes flashing red for three moments, and Susan looking pissed, and her eyes made Herobrine picture a growling tiger. He took a couple steps away from her.

"I hate this place." Steve muttered. But then he jerked backwards. Roses, dark, red, dripping roses, lined the walls, no, cells, cages, around him.

Susan hissed out, "Oh look, the place I've memorized by feel, because someone thought that blindfolds were funny."

Herobrine rolled his eyes. "What? It is! Watching people stumble around is freaking hilarious."

"While they're close to bleeding to death?!"

Herobrine shrugged, though he pretended to rest his hand casually on his belt, which was closer to the sword he held. "They fall easier."

Susan snorted.

"Let's just get the Ring of the Dark," Ashley plugged her nose against the sweet, sharp smell that she couldn't and didn't want to put a name on, "and get out of here."

"Agreed." Herobrine murmured.

Herobrine:

I'd never really felt fear before. I mean, I'd had a couple spikes of panic when Steve had the dares that would allow him to have a powerless me in a bedrock room with him, alone, but who the hell wouldn't? Then again, I can't totally blame him, considering I have imagined tying him to a table and scaring him in a thousand different ways before. But I've never felt the constant, doubting kind of fear that I had felt at that moment. It wasn't loud, it wasn't jittery. It was quiet, insistent, consuming, and somehow clearer than the rest of my thoughts. I didn't understand how, it was almost like a whisper among the other worries in my head, but then again, it seems like the quiet version of things is almost always more dangerous. Why I don't know.

I'd never really told Jessica about what I did to Steve and his family. I never really felt the need to, she was just more of a crush, an impossible kind of dream, an unreachable star. I mean, an angel. I'm literally the opposite of her. How could something like that ever happen?

But it did. And that dream is so real now. And now it could fade. Because I never told her something that big, that I was, quite honestly, a complete monster. I mean, I'd told her that before. But she had laughed, and told me I wasn't. But she hadn't seen the proof. She hadn't seen I could do, all I had done. And, lucky me, here it was, all in one house.

The place was lined with blood at every corner. It was the first time I'd regretted it, (which probably makes it worse,) but definitely not the first time that I hated that powerful, darker part of me that I can't keep locked up.

And the one thing that I hate the most about being related to my father and sister is their ability to just read my face like my thoughts are written out on a screen. They both gave me...those looks. The looks with sympathy and understanding. I hate those looks. Worst part is, they know I hate them, but they don't seem to care that much. Yet they care enough to give me those looks in the first place. How does that make any sense?

Walking at an annoying slow pace through the house, the mobs kind of squished themselves in. But I could still feel heat on my back, and I wondered, briefly, if Susan or Steve got heat glares somehow. It kind of annoyed me that they were giving me hate. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say? 'Hey, I'm sorry for, you know, killing your whole family, destroying your house, bringing you near death, and scarring you for life'? I'm not that good at lying, so I can't pretend I'm sorry, and they would probably just stab me in the stomach if I tried.

The house was almost screaming 'look at what Herobrine did' in my face. I hadn't been very neat when I was destroying the place, and multiple lives. I think what's worse is that I don't regret it as much as I should. I mean, I'll regret it a lot if Jessica ends up hating me, but I'm not really sorry. I'm kind of hoping that's vampire nature, to be that careless, as well as uncaring.

But I also had to roll my eyes at myself. I was the killer Herobrine, not the 'ooh my gosh what am I gonna do without Jessica?' Herobrine. Yet here I am talking about dreams and fear and vampire nature. When did I get so overly attached and dramatic? Maybe I was both versions of Herobrine, and I was just re-seeing what killer Herobrine can and will do, and has done.

And that's when we came to the blood on the wall. I mean, blood on the wall wasn't unusual in this place, it was something you would see every hallway or so, but it was written in words. It looked like it had been dripping at one time, which gave it a spiky, creepy, broken effect. 'Roses are red, violets are blue, your family is dead, and you'll join them, too.'

I didn't mean to smile so easily. I was just remembering the look on Steve's face when he read it. Absolutely priceless. I pursed my lips to try and hide my grin.

Jessica touched the end of the word 'red,' and asked, "What happened to this place?"

Steve glared at me, and I knew what he was going to say before he did, and there wasn't a lot I could do to stop him, so I just kind of held my breath. "Herobrine happened to this place." He spat.

Jessica stared at me with a raised eyebrow. "Really?"

I sucked in a thin breath. "Yeah..."

"Wow." She blinked, her face unreadable.

Wow? That's all she's got? I thought miserably. But no, she had more.

"Jeez, how many people did you kill?"

"Um...two?" I guessed, trying to remember.

"Three." Steve snarled. "But tortured and tormented five."

"Wow." Jessica repeated. "How?"

"How what?" I asked, as I wasn't really focusing on her, focusing more on which direction I would go when Steve or Susan, who both looked like really pissed tigers waiting to pounce. I looked back to Jessica.

"How did you torture them?"

I blinked. "You...what? Why the hell do you want details?"

"Because it doesn't seem...normal."

"Well, duh. I've tried to tell you, I'm not normal." I felt deflated, flat, empty. Except I'd never really been completely whole in the first place. So maybe more like a whoopie cushion. I heard of those once. Zeus said, laughing his head off, that they had something to do with basically fake farts. Kristina used one on me once, but she should have known I wouldn't fall for that. It ended up on her chair.

"No, that's not what I mean, Herobrine. In a blood fest, at least thirty people die, and the scenes are a lot less organized than this." Jessica rolled her eyes.

"This is organized?" Steve and I said at the same time, Steve almost screaming.

Jessica pursed her lips. "Well, not organized, but...more controlled."

I shook my head at her, completely unable to understand. An angel thought that my chaos was controlled? I was anything but controlled.

It must have really shown on my face, because Jessica laughed and Zeus snickered. Jessica grinned. "What did you expect me to think?"

"What did I expect? I expected you to think I was insane. I mean, you're an angel. The fact that I did this doesn't bother you at all?" I narrowed my eyes at her. She is a really good actor...

She laughed. "Herobrine, you must realize that just because I'm an angel my life hasn't been all dandelions and sunflowers. Every time someone needs help in any way, I have to be there. And it's fun to help, it feels amazing, like you can do anything and save anyone. But the scenes I've seen are so much worse than this. Especially from vampires. Vampires can't stop after just three humans, vampires don't really have mental ability in that mode to be able to write, in anything at all, on a wall, let alone to have it be readable. They only know one thing, and it's that they want more. Them being trained to control is rare, and it hardly ever works. If it does, it breaks real easy. Your control is almost impossible. And the Flint 'n' Steel of Hate is, if anything, making you act more like a normal vampire." She grinned. "And, Herobrine, like you said, you are anything but normal."

Like a couple idiot, all I could get out was, "Uh." I'm not sure what I was feeling. I think it might have been a way better, way warmer, way more addicting version of the happy fuzzies. And I liked this one much better. I was completely speechless, as well as breathless and thoughtless. I mean, I did sort of have a thought, but it was mostly of Jessica's face. And this version of the happy fuzzies kind of made me feel like I'd been hit by a wall, but a really comfortable wall. I'm not sure if that makes any sense.

Jessica sighed. "I'll have to explain it to you. Come on. You guys keep trying to find the Ring, while I talk to him. We'll look around for it, too." And then she sort of waved me forward, but I couldn't really move when I told my body to, and she smiled wider and towed me behind her into a room, an almost spotless room, besides dust bunnies and cobwebs, (but for this house that was spotless,) and in a very slow, innocent, soft way, closed the door. And locked it. The message was very clear; 'You're not going anywhere.' My heart sped up, and I don't think I was ever so happy to be so hopelessly trapped and doomed.

And there wasn't really very much 'talking' involved. She opened her mouth a couple times like she was going to, and then closed it. And every time she did, she came closer. And closer. And then she reached out and held my hand, and after a moment in which I just tried to memorize the way her hand looked in mine, she finally whispered, "You thought I would have hated you for what you can do?"

I blinked as she looked up at me, and after a moment of scaring into her eyes I realized I had been asked a question. Way too late, I managed a stupid, breathless, "Yes."

"And you thought that if I did, I would think you're insane?"

"Yes."

"And you still didn't try to stop Steve from telling me?"

I tried to find my voice, so I didn't say something stupid, so I could say more than just, 'yes'. It helped when I didn't look at her face, but I wanted to look at her so badly, and not just her face. "It-it would've been pointless, Steve wouldn't have stopped. And I was going to have to tell you anyways. I kind of preferred him to. He wouldn't stutter or waste words, he'd just get to the point."

She stared at me for a long time, in a way that I couldn't read or understand, but from what I could tell, she was taking her turn memorizing me, which I really didn't prefer; it made my insides flop, and I couldn't stop glancing at the floor.

Then she towed me from where we stood to the old, creaky mattress on the ground. She sat on it as quick as she liked, and she didn't make a sound, but I had to be slower in order to keep it quiet, because the creaking seemed to grind against my eardrums. And then she stood, holding both of my hands in hers, staring at me while I continued to glare at the ground, wondering why she didn't just stop peeking into my soul and say 'you're a monster' already.

I was so shocked by what she did next I wondered if I was experiencing a heart attack, although I had no clue what that would feel like, and then I remembered, 'I'm a monster, I'm not supposed to have a heart.' But whatever I had was beating like a drum, so fast it was almost painful, because it seemed like Jessica had no end to her speed. She had just been sitting there, looking down, when her eyes had flashed up, and suddenly her lips were on mine.

For a couple minutes, she did most of the kissing, (which she seemed perfectly fine with,) because I couldn't really move. I was attempting to remember how to breathe, (there was no hope in trying to remember how to think,) but her hot breath on my neck somehow made it harder, and I ended up giving up and kissing her back. I think. It seemed like my lips had forgotten how to kiss somewhat properly, something I'd never really been good at anyways, (I mean, I suck stuff, not kiss stuff,) but I ended up just mimicking Jessica's lips. At first it was a kind of agonizingly slow heat, and then all I knew was that I couldn't get enough of her, and she wouldn't stop rushing onto me with a stronger, more desperate, deeper kiss, shocking me with it every time.

After a couple minutes, unfortunately, we both had to stop for oxygen. "You know," She whispered, "this is bad timing for something like this."

"I know." I agreed, but at the back of my mind, I thought that maybe this was the only time. With the Immortals running around with armies, and, uh, possible end of the universes and everything as we know it situation, what time was there for gorgeous Jessica? What time did we have left? The thought made me freeze.

"We should go." Jessica got up, tying her hair, which had fallen out, back into a ponytail.

She was right, we had to go, but I was panicking a little too much. Thinking that there must be something I could do to show her...

I came up with nothing, but I had to do something, so, as she turned back to the door, I called, "Jessica, wait."

"Yeah?"

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't. I rushed towards her with a speed that only vampires had, and leaned down, and kissed her, but paused long enough to bite reopen the cut where I had bit down on my lip earlier, so that she and I could both taste fresh blood. My own blood wasn't addicting to me at all, (if it was I probably would've killed myself a long time ago,) so I figured it was safe enough, but then, while pulling away, I accidently bit Jessica's lower lip, and fresh blood appeared there. I couldn't help but stare at it. It was definitely blood, but it wasn't like human blood. Hell, it was angel blood, and (I really hope I wasn't seeing things, I don't want to be going insane yet,) it seemed to shimmer. I didn't have a rabid desire to drink it, there was no desire in it, because it wasn't a question whether or not I wanted to, whether or not I would regret it. I knew how badly I wanted to, and I knew how badly I would regret it. Yet I was having serious trouble not drinking all the blood from her body, when I took a quick glance in the broken, dusted mirror on the left of me, and found that my eyes were red. I silently cursed myself.

But Jessica just shrugged. "Go ahead."

I met her glance. "I won't be able to-"

"I'll help you stop." She replied, and then kissed me while I sucked the smallest amounts from her lip that I could. But Jessica just kept on kissing me, and I wondered if she felt any pain at all. I took a chance and sucked a little harder on her lip, making her bleed faster, which made a warm sensation sort of shiver its way down my body. She let out a low moan, and though I so didn't want to, I knew that I would have to stop. I kissed her back, counted to three, and then forced myself away.

Jessica shook her head at me. "Herobrine, you are amazing. Come on, let's go and see if they found the Ring of the Dark."

"Alright, we haven't got the Item yet, but we really need to take a break, for those who have wounds, and some of you guys just need some rest." Ashley said.

There were still tired cries of joy echoing around when Ashley had everyone who needed help go into seperate rooms, and had those who would look for the Item, and those who were going to help Ashley take care of the injured.

Tyler ended up the last one in the room with Ashley. Ashley stared down the list, and Tyler shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't a fan of going even farther into the house, and he wasn't injured, so he would have to help. He cleared his throat, and Ashley looked up.

"Alright, Tyler, can you help me out? I've got a lot of mobs to get around to...um...Kristina's in a room downstairs, three to the right, and her wound is the one that needs the most immediate attention." Ashley said.

Tyler:

If I wasn't so worried for Kristina, I would have glared at her and said, 'You planned this.' She just smiled at me, and, with a pounding heart, I went into the same room that Kristina was. And her wound needed attention, alright. But that wasn't what made me stop short. No, it wasn't the blood, which usually terrified me, but of where she was bleeding. Just a bit to the left of her chest is where it was, which required her shirt to be off, and she still had her black bra on, but she winced whenever she moved the bra at all. I couldn't help it. All I could do was stare, and absentmindedly think, 'Ashley planned this, too.'

"Ahem." Kristina smiled, raising an eyebrow at me. "She sent you down to help me?"

"Uh huh." I murmured, and then shook myself while I went and got the rag that Ashley had handed me wet in a bowl of water. I sort of awkwardly went over to her, told her the rag was gonna be cold, and then put it on her wound. She gave a little gasp. "Sorry," I said, "the water is cold as ice."

"And your fingers are hot as a furnace." She replied.

I realized that the edges of my fingertips were peeking out at the end of the rag, and they were touching her bare skin. I pulled away.

"Sorry. You know, that bra looks kinda painful with that wound." I murmured.

She glanced at me, grinning. "I'll live."

"I don't think I will, though. It looks like it hurts a lot. Do you think you should take it off?" I muttered.

She laughed. "Honestly, Tyler?"

"Had to try." I replied, pulling the rag away and flipping it over, the blood having soaked through. "You gonna be okay?"

"I'm fine." She said, and put a large bandage around it. "I heal fast. I just have to wait for it."

And then silence broke between us. This was the part where I left before she started talking about something that made me feel awkward, but I couldn't move with the look she was giving me. And my eyes didn't stay boring into hers for very long. I looked down...

She cleared her throat, bringing my eyes back to hers. "You know, you've been kind of quiet, lately, Tyler."

"Right, I forgot, I'm the most talkative person in all the universes. Thanks for reminding me."

"Well, you know what I mean. You're at least somewhat less shy towards me."

Says the lady whose bare skin I just touched. "Somewhat?" I whispered.

Kristina grinned. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah. I'm just kind of..." I paused, and glared at the ground, trying to avoid her sharp, crimson eyes from seeing into his blue ones. I didn't know how to say it; I just couldn't say it. I came up with an excuse and voiced it in an unconvincingly flat voice. "I got a lot on my mind, and it's not just something can blurt out and cross my fingers that people won't hate me."

"I won't." Kristina replied just as I got the words out.

I met her eyes. I really, really doubted that. "Really?"

"It can't be that bad, Ty. You can tell me."

"Yes, it-" I stopped. "Ty?"

"Yeah. Do you mind?"

"No." I replied, smiling a smaller smile than I would have earlier. "But Kristina, I can't just...it's not something I can just...I want to, but-"

"What's holding you back, then?" Kristina cut in.

"Doubts. Fear." I swallowed, and nearly whispered, "The fact that if you really do end up hating me, there's nothing to stop you from killing me."

"Ty, you've seen me. I'm not...like that. So much."

"I know, that's how bad it is."

Kristina frowned. "That's really bad."

"Promise me...that if you're pissed at me, you'll give me a warning, and a twenty second head start? And some time to find a sort of soul-flavored chocolate that I can throw at you from a distance." My smile was half the size of hers, and, as usual, hers looked freaking hot. "No, seriously, though. Promise me..." I couldn't ask her to promise not to hate me, because that was my whole doubt in the first place. It had to be something she could actually promise. "Promise me you'll still call me Ty."

"I promise you, Ty." Kristina replied. And then she waited, while I struggled for words. How could I tell her without...Just blurt it out. I thought weakly.

"I just kind of panicked at a really bad moment, so I didn't-I didn't say anything...when I could have...and it could mean s-so much..." I stopped my stupid stuttering to stop the tears from coming, trying to blink them away and kind of failing.

Kristina looked as hopeless as I felt when she stared at me, (so I must have looked terrible,) and then she said, "How about this. I'll give you some time to think, while I try to help you clear your head, and when I'm done, you just think of the simplest way to tell me, alright? And I won't hate you."

I decided not to add to that last sentence that she just might. So I asked, "How are you going to help me clear my head?"

"Well..." She smiled widely, a kind of devious smile that matched the look in her eyes that made warning bells go off in my head. But her smile itself seemed like perfection. Her teeth being sharp, pearly whites, and her lips being a dark red, smooth red, a soft red...My thoughts trailed off, and then I saw the faint shimmer of a Light Spell on those tempting lips.

My heart stopped, and a stupid "oh," was all I was able to get out. I cleared my throat. "Just for the record, I don't think the Spell is necessary."

She laughed. "I thought you would say that." And then, at a slow pace that both terrified me while making me just about as anxious as a chihuahua on steroids, she leaned closer, while my body seemed frozen. The only part that seemed able to move was my lips, which was quivering worse than when I had gotten the dare where I had to hug her for an hour, and I pretty much thought she was gonna send me to my grave.

And she seemed to remember that, too, and phrased her words, or, word, from that dare. She came so close, that as she spoke, her lips brushed mine a couple times, and my breath caught. "Scared?" She whispered.

"Well, duh." I replied.

She smiled and then kissed me. Her touch made me feel cold, and she was hotter than a furnace. I felt like I was coming back to life. Breathing became so much more less important than kissing her. She seemed to be everywhere, but I couldn't get enough of her.

And then, to my utter disappointment, Kristina stiffly forced herself away. "You know, you were only supposed to be down here to take care of my wounds."

"Yes, I was. And all that happened was you helped mine."

She laughed, and then asked, "So, did you come up with anything?"

I rolled my eyes. "Um. Can you think, during that?"

"No, just seeing if you can, it seemed to sort of work before."

"It doesn't help me think, it just makes me feel like I can do anything." I muttered. But then it came back, that caged, locked up feeling, because I hadn't told anyone something of this importance. What had I been thinking? I need to tell her, I have to tell her. And now. So I took a deep breath and started.

Kristina tried not to be shocked, tried to keep a blank face, but Tyler made it hard. His story wasn't even very long. "So..." She huffed, "you know how to get the Flint 'n' Steel curse out of Herobrine."

"Yeah."

"And...it requires a ritual with the Golden Apple of Love, the Blood of Self-Sacrifice, and the Flint 'n' Steel of Hate?"

"Yeah."

"And you didn't tell anyone this, why?"

"Because the Golden Apple of Love is merged to you. The only way to use it is..."

"For it to get ripped out."

"Yeah."

"Ty, I have to. Herobrine needs it. I'll be fine..." She broke off by the look Tyler gave her, and her voice came out a little smaller, trying to grab onto a different argument. "Herobrine would do it for me." She paused. "Um...I think."

"Fine." Tyler huffed. "Then see if Zeus can find a way to get it out of them without ripping it out or something. Just..."

"Alright, alright. I'll tell them."

Herobrine:

I remembered that night. It was when I was trying to keep myself under control, but I had failed really, really miserably. I had shoved down my desire so much that it builded up and hit me like a wave. And apparently, according to Jessica, it was still controlled chaos. Although it really doesn't look like it at all.

And then we came to the room with the silver, blood-stained tables, a perfect spot to have a captive lay, with the shackles where their legs and arms would be. Some of them were so wild that sometimes you needed the shackle around their forehead, too.

I heard a little tapping noise, and I looked to my left, to see Steve tapping the very table I had put him on that night.

He glared at me. "This one looks about your size, huh?"

I pursed my lips, because that's exactly what I had said to him all those years ago. And he probably remembered just about every detail, probably everything I said. He wasn't going to forget anytime soon, so it was unlikely that he was going to let me forget. And I wondered if what they said was true, that hell literally was your worst nightmare. I winced, really not wanting to end up tied to a table, with Steve above me. And I swore silently that for that reason I would try, hard, to turn myself around so I wouldn't end up going there, but I'm not sure there's really a way to.

"Hey, what's...?" Steve turned into a corner, where three coffins lie. He opened the middle one, and stared for a long moment. It was then that I remembered where I had put the Ring of the Dark. And that it was on the finger of one of his family members, and that the coffins they were in were that weird kind I'd found, (by the way, they were super expensive, like honestly a ridiculous price, never wasted so many emeralds before,) so that they sort of kept the bodies in almost perfect condition. He had known what I had done to them, he could probably hear them screaming from where he was, but he didn't actually see the result. And now he can. The spiky, powerful kind of fear rushed into my chest, and the breath left my body. Suddenly I really preferred the slow, quiet fear I had earlier.

"What the-?!" Steve gasped. "Herobrine!" He started to turn around.

And with a little gust of wind, I was gone.

I rushed out of the house and ran right. I was betting on the chance, the slim chance, that I was faster than Steve. But it seemed like he didn't care very much. I think he was swearing at me, or at Mother Minecraft, I couldn't tell. He kept on asking me what the hell I had done to those members of his family, but I don't see why he couldn't guess. The marks on their bodies should had least given him some clues. Maybe they did, and he just wanted to hear me say it. But I didn't really have time to say anything, because he was charge after charge after charge. I was still running and my weapon was sheathed, but with a sad little reminder I knew I would need it soon, because I was slowing down, and Steve was catching up. Which meant that I was really getting tired, because Steve's golden 'herobane' sword seemed a lot heavier than it looked, probably the enchantment's downside, and it slowed him down. Either that, or the sword wasn't heavy and Steve just was weak. Either was pretty darn probable. Especially that his weapon was heavy. I mean, it's good to choose your weapon, but your weapon also has to choose you. If it doesn't, you'll have a disagreeable one.

With I sigh, I knew I couldn't run from Steve forever, and I couldn't run from what I'd done in the past, either. I slowed to a stop, drew my sword, and it clashed with Steve. The abrupt stop he had had to make made him off balance, so I used that. I tripped him, jumped up, flipped as far and high as I could go, and landed in a tree farther away, but not far enough, in my opinion. And Steve had those new magic balls, too. I winced. I didn't want to admit it, but at the moment, he was probably ever so slightly stronger than me. I wouldn't last long in a direct fight. Me being fast was good, but for how long?

Steve seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Can't run forever, Herobrine!"

You'd never see me saying it, but he was right. I only wish I could run forever. And meanwhile, Steve had me in a corner. I mean, literally, this place is the worst place to fight, the rocks around us were at least eighty feet high. I'm good at jumping, but I'm not that good.

So, wanting to be close enough to him that he wouldn't use those magic balls, I came as close as I dared. And as he lurched towards me, I had the sadly realistic image of a bull charging a bunny. Except for I wasn't fluffy enough for that.

It didn't take him long. Not only did his sword have the herobane enchantment, but he somehow figured how to power his magic balls into his weapon, too. I was disarmed and cornered before you could say supercalifragilisticexpedidala...whatever the hell it is, I only heard it like once, okay? And Steve seemed pretty darn pleased about it, but I don't think he had a single clue what he had been planning if he caught me, because he apparently didn't think he was going to. Not that I was complaining, it gave me a little time to come up with a plan of some kind.

He finally made a decision, (knowing him it was probably between killing me right then and there or doing what I'd done to him on a table first, insert shudder here,) and swung his sword in my direction. I ducked, but his sword stayed aimed at my throat. I almost preferred it, I mean, compared to the death I'd given his family. I briefly pictured it, what he could have chosen. I mean, all he really would have to do is hit me hard enough, and I'd be out cold. And then waking up, tied to a cold table, accompanied only by a really bright light, a knife, Steve, and the promise of a very slow, painful death...

The thought turned my stomach in knots, and Steve's hate was very understandable. But the images in my head also kind turned on some kind of defense instinct button on in me, and when Steve swung again, I caught the flat side of the blade, and flipped it, and him, over. He fell to the ground with a loud, "Oof!"

And I summoned a bright green tiger that roared at Steve, so he had to get up fast, just before the thing toppled him. It looked so funny I had trouble not yelling, 'Sic 'em!'

And that, no, not when I really needed it, but right then, is when all the mobs got out, Snow Golem wearing the Ring of the Dark.

I held up both hands and stepped away from Steve. The moment I put up my hands, my sword twitched, and then flew straight towards me. I caught it and sheathed it, and the tiger sort of dissolved.

Steve jumped up, glared at me, and rather reluctantly, put his weapon away, too.

"Wow, what was that about?" Kristina asked.

"Steve getting pissed." I said, just as Steve growled,

"Herobrine being a monster."

"Uh huh." Kristina rolled her eyes.

"Well, we got bigger stuff to worry about. We only need one more Item, guys, the Blood of Self-Sacrifice. Let's go!" Ashley said, and then did her best attempt at universe travelling. It didn't work too well, and the landing hurt, but that's not what sent all of the mobs stumbling back.

They were by an old, moldy, stone castle, standing at its highest tower, about two hundred feet up, a staircase coming out to their right. In front of them stood three things; a bottle full of something shimmering crimson, and two Immortals with weapons drawn, known and sadly recognized as Naaz and Akbar.

Tyler:

'Finally.' Naaz groaned. 'Took you all long enough. You'd think with the speed you guys seem to have, you'd be able to get here sooner! I was bored out of my mind, and now I can actually have some fun!'

'And you say that I have bloodlust.' Akbar rolled his eyes. 'Well, come on, then, we haven't got all day.'

Naaz sighed, and then lurched towards me, and though I backed away, she literally shoved her hand into my chest, although there wasn't any blood or anything, so it mostly confused me. And then a sharp, white hot pain jolted, pounded, and ripped its way from my chest to my throat, and escaped my mouth in a yell. And Naaz ripped the Lens of Sight from my body.

Well, how about that. Ripping the Item from Tyler's body. I'm evil, right? Well, I can do better than that. I already have the next chapter ready to go, but I'm gonna edit it for three days, mostly to keep y'all on your toes. I'm so kind, aren't I?

-ihearthorses6000