Wolf Girl: Child of Herobrine

by Therealgirlygeek

What happens when Herobrine has a daughter, but she's half wolf? Add to this that his daughter has to learn to live on her own as a Player? You get Girly Geek, a young teenager who is also a target for lots of organizations...including one that wants to overthrow Notch as the ruler of Minecraftia. [Disclaimer: I do not own Minecraft, just my OCs and the plot.] Ratex T for violence.

2. Chapter 2

[A/N: I'm putting a trigger warning here for blood, not much of it but if you're triggered by blood skip the first part when it switches to Girly's POV.]

?'s POV

The report just came in. According to it, capturing the half-wolf was a lot easier than my Intel had led me to believe. Now she was at a secret research facility, safely locked away. I mentally go through my list of tasks that need to be completed before I can really put my plan into action. Things were going much smoother than I had expectefd. Of course, I was prepared for the worst-case scenario, but it appears that I can stop worrying about it so much.

A knock on the door interrupts my train of thought. "Come in," I tell them, and the door opens enough to reveal a wither skeleton. The hall of the nether fortress extends behind him.

"The Overworld location is asking about what to do now," the wither skeleton reports.

"Tell them to test her DNA, we can't get too far without the knowledge of the gene mix that allows her to shape shift," I reply. The skeleton nods, closing the door when he leaves.

Girly's POV

when I woke up, I found myself tied down to some sort of operating table. It was too dark to see much besides the grey ceiling above me. A light turns on beside me and I turn my head as best I can to see what's going on.

What I see confuses me until I put two and two together and I realize that I'm being treated as an experiment. Someone I don't recognize is coming towards me with what looks like a short iron sword and a glass bottle. As I realize what their intentions are I try to pull away but find that the ropes holding me down to the table seem to get stronger the more I struggle.

The person gets over to me and pushes the short sword into my arm. Blood gushes out and he holds the bottle up to the cut. Once it's full of my blood, he caps the bottle and grabs a piece of wool to use as a bandage of sorts. He then calls for a guard to escort me back to my "room".

The guard, apparently, was a skeleton. I'm untied from the table but immediately shackled and dragged out of the room and down a hall by the skeleton. Once we reach the cell I was put in before, the skeleton unlocks the door and connects the shackles to relatively long chains in the wall; they were long enough to grant me movement around the cell, but not long enough to let me out the door. Once I'm locked to the wall, the skeleton leaves and locks the door behind it.

I'm finally able to get a good look at the cell. It wasn't much, probably to be expected - there was a bed along one wall, with a one-block deep hole for food to go through, with water to push it through from where there was undoubtably a trapdoor or something on the outside. I sighed, resigning to have to stay here for a while.