Chapter Four: Chapter Four, For Lack of a Better Name

()╯︵*3 Days Later*)

(1UP)

Well, as i'm both happy and upset to say, Trent and I have made sure that my new powers were kept a strict secret, although Steve was still mad at me for 'permanently staining my Life's Story with a note that has no point! In Pen!' in the morning. Needless to say, sneaking out didn't exactly help my situation. Although, Trent decided to get in on the secret in more of a literal way. You see...

()╯︵*FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT* )

After I had teleported us back to the lake, Trent and I were walking back (me being normal, of course), when, out of the blue, he asked: "Hey, 1up?"

"Yeah?"

"You think I could see that stone again once we get back to our camp?"

"Can't. It's back at home."

"Well, can I see it tomorrow night? I kinda wanna look at it. I mean, look what it did to you. I wonder what else it could-"

"Trent."

"What?"

"Can we discuss this some other time when it's not 3:00 in the morning, i'm not tired as hell, and we're not under pressure to get back home and die when Steve kills us?"

"Ok, we'll discuss this tomorrow night."

"Agreed."

And so, we ventured home, hoping Steve wouldn't immediately kill us as soon as we walked in the door. Luckily, both him and John were sleeping like rocks when we came in, so we quietly snuck in, snuck in our beds, and fell asleep, knowing full well what was coming in the morning. Oh, Joy. Luckily, Steve was too tired to murder us, so he simply gave us a warning in a blood-boiling voice and a stare that could curdle milk drilling holes in us to boot. Oh well, it could have been worse. At least nothing special happened during the day, so when I asked to take a walk, I least got a 'Yes' from John (when Steve was out of the room), although I had to take a compass again. Trent also got approved, because he was supposed to watch over our path (or, so they thought. Hehehehe...). We walked out to the lake, made sure we weren't followed by the guys, and began our discussion again. "Soooooooo...", Trent began;

"Can I see the stone?"

"Why do you even want to see it? It doesn't really do anything now. Or, at least when I hold it."

"When you hold it. What would happen if I did?"

"Oh... hang on, dude, don't tell me you actually want to-"

"I'm not sure yet, really. But, this could be good for us!"

"I don't know man... are you sure? I mean, it could be good for us, but, at the same time, if Steve and John find out, either we're basically screwed to die and be found out, or they'll like it..."

"Well, we won't know until we try. I mean, if they do like it then it'll be that much better!"

"But, if they don't... that could mean we get banned of our team, we split, and we end up out in the middle of nowhere with nothing on our backs except our shirts. Or, that could mean we both get mistaken and die, which is more than likely to happen; considering we are on Hardcore. One death, and we are doomed."

"Well... alright, I won't try anything. But, can I still see it? I might actually remember hearing about it somewhere."

"You do?"

"Yup."

"Well, let's get going then!"

And so: Enderman, and we teleported to home to see our prized posession of rarity, or our Purple Gem, to put it in less dramatic terms. When we arrived, first; Me, and then we went straight down into our basement of valuables, and found the gem. I took it out, unsteady over Trent's sudden want for my ability.

"Are you sure you want this man? I'm pretty sure we can't get rid of this once we've got it."

"I'm sure."

"Alright then, here you go."

I handed him the gem, expecting something big to happen as soon as it touched his palms. And... nothing.

"What the hell? I thought something was supposed to happen when I...held...this...thing..."

He passed out unconscious while he was saying that, apparently blissfully unaware of the same purple smog I had experienced before invading his system, just as it had mine. I caught him by his arms as he collapsed, and set him down. I took the gem out of his hands and put it away, making sure it did no further things to Trent, as it had already given him enough. I then had to sit and watch Trent for a while, all the while unable to fight the feeling that this was exactly what had happened when I had first discovered the gem in the first place, and I passed out. Two hours passed and he still laid there, and I was actually beginning to worry until his eyes fluttered open, and he saw me above him.

"Well, where have we seen this before?"

"Hmmmm... Let me think. Oh, wait."

"You think it worked?"

"Well... only one way to find out!", he said with a grin plastered on his face. I couldn't wait to see how this would turn out.

()╯︵*BACK AT THE LAKE*)

"Sooooo... how are we gonna do this?"

"Well, we'll start out with the basics of being a shape-shifter. First off, changing. What mob is your favorite, besides the big ones?"

"Ummm... how about an Enderman, since you nearly attacked me as one?"

"Come on man, can't the Enderman be mine?"

"Fine, how about a Creeper?"

"Alright. Now, you just need to imagine the image of a Creeper in your mind. Focus only on that image; imagine the feeling of being one, everything."

And, as the second shocker of the night, Trent miraculously transformed into a Creeper, in a bit more of a disgusting way than the Enderman. Let's just say it takes a lot to change 2 legs into 4, and remove arms. Blegh. And, in a moment, Trent stood before me as a Creeper.

"Wow, this is pretty weird." His voice now had a definite hiss to it, and was a bit quieter, which gave me goosebumps. It still does.

"Don't worry, you get used to it. Now, for the second step: Changing Back. It's basically the same thing as the first change, you just have to imagine yourself."

"Okay..."

And, in a transformation equally as disgusting as the first, he changed back to himself. No wonder Trent was scared when I was first an Enderman; the transformations aren't exactly kid-friendly. Or quick. But, they work.

()╯︵*End Flashback*)

Yeah, that went well. And, again, we got yelled at when we got home, because it was early in the morning, again, and Steve and John actually bothered to stay up. Yeah... it didn't end well. We now can't go out at night for a while, A.K.A THREE WHOLE DAYS. Mental Note: Come back before 11 at night.

PLEASE NOTE: Now i'm officially saying: I WILL NOT BE UPDATING AS OFTEN!