(Okay, first off I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! I have two reasons why:

1. Exams are coming up for me and it seems like all I have time for is studying at the moment.

2. I've been really nervous to post this chapter. It has something a little different than what you're probably used to. Also it gets kind of dark at the end. I'm just afraid that people won't like it. So please keep an open mind as you're reading.

Again, sorry for not updating and for rambling in this A/N. You may read on now.)

[Mitch's POV]

I sat on the plane, anxiously waiting to take off. My mom and I were going to Barbados to celebrate my fifth birthday with family. My mom and I live in New York and the tickets are expensive, so I never get to see them. But this was my mom's present to me, and I was planning to take full advantage of it.

I heard the jets start and within moments we were heading off the ground. I stared out the window until we were above the clouds. I looked back over at my mom. "I can't wait until we get there!"

She ruffled my hair and grinned. "You know it's going to take a while Mitch. We still have to go to Atlanta and catch our flight there. And that plane ride is about three hours."

I was practically bouncing in my seat now. "Does it have to take that long? I really want to see everyone! Can we ask the guy up front if he can go faster?"

My mom chuckled. "I'm sure he's going as fast as he can Mitch. We'll just have to be patient." I leaned on her shoulder and imagined me playing with my cousins on the beach. I smiled at the thought.

"Mitch," my mom said, "there's something else I want to give you." I sat up while she rummaged through her purse. She handed me a small wrapped box. I turned it around in my hands, trying to figure out what it was. My mom held it still. "Open it Mitch."

I tore off the paper and opened the box. Inside were two golden dog tags with my name on it. "This is awesome!" I slipped them over my head. "Thanks mom!"

My mom gave me a small hug. "I'm glad you like them Mitch, but they aren't from me."

I took the dog tags off to look at them closer. "If they're not from you, then who are they from?"

"These are from your dad." I froze for a second. My dad wasn't something my mom like to talk about. I've never seen pictures or heard stories or even been told his name. As far as I know, he doesn't even have family I could ask. Whenever I tried to ask my mom about him, she'd just get teary-eyed and say she'd tell me later. He was nothing but a mystery to me.

"Dad wanted to give these to me?'

"Yes Mitch. He did." Tears filled my mom's eyes again. "I wasn't going to tell you anything until you were older, but now just seemed like the right time. Your father and I were just married when we found out we were expecting to have a baby. We were overjoyed. But then something came up in your father's business and he had to leave. Right after you were born he left."

"He just… left us?" I asked.

"No, it's not like that Mitch." Her focus shifted back to the dog tags. "Those tags were his, and he had your name engraved on them. The day he left he asked me to give them to you when I felt the time was right." Her eyes were locked on the dog tags. "Mitch, please don't be mad at your dad for leaving. He had a good reason, I promise."

"What?"

"I can't tell you." That was the end of that conversation. Neither of us said a word after that. I looked down at the dog tags. A reminder that my dad just left my mom to take care of me on her own. She had a hard time between taking me to school and working and being home to take care of me. But where ever my dad was, he probably didn't care. I wish I could throw the dog tags out the window and never see them again. I didn't want them if they were from him.

A shiver went up my spine. Man, this plane was cold! "Mom, can I have my hoodie?" She nodded and handed me the black and red checkerboard fuzzy hoodie that I loved so much. I put it on and curled up in my chair. Eventually my eyes closed and I fell asleep, the dog tags still clutched in my hand.


"Mitch! MITCH!" I opened my eyes to see black smoke surrounding me and flames in the distance. The plane seemed to be tilted forward. My mom was shaking me, looking panicked. "Get up, the plane is on fire! We have to get out of here!"

She dragged me out of my seat and got us both in the line of coughing people walking towards the exit. "The fire's by the exit!" someone screamed. "We're trapped!"

A million people started crying, including me. We were going to die. I wouldn't get to see my family ever again. My mom leaned down and hugged me, tears streaming down her face. "I love you Mitch," she whispered. "Please never forget that." I hugged her back. I didn't want to let go.

I looked behind her, and I saw a man with a blue shirt and pure white glowing eyes smiling at me. "See ya soon," he said to me. Then everything went black.


I woke up in an entirely black room lying on the floor. I pushed myself up and looked around. There wasn't anything around me. I couldn't even tell if the room ended. I rubbed the back of my head. What happened? Then I remembered. The plane. "Am I dead?" I wondered out loud.

A voice spoke from a distance. "No Mitchell, I can assure you that you're very much alive."

I looked around in alarm. "Who's there?"

A man stepped out of the darkness. The man from the plane. He smirked. "Good to see you again Mitchell." I backed away from him. "Now now, I'm just here to help. I'm Herobrine." He extended his hand for me to shake. I just stood there.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking around to see if something had changed. Nothing had of course.

"Nowhere." he responded. Nowhere? Is that even possible? I guess Herobrine saw that I was confused, because he explained. "Nowhere is a rip in time and space where things are and things aren't. Understand?" I shook my head. That just made me even more confused. He sighed. "You'll learn, you'll learn. Now on to more important matters, may I have the dog tags Mitchell?"

I opened my right hand and stared at the golden tags. How did I still have these? Herobrine snatched them out of my hand and shoved them in his pocket. "Now, I suppose you want to get out of nowhere?" I nodded. "Very well." He snapped his fingers and suddenly we were in a different place.

"This is one of the hospitals in North Carolina," Herobrine explained. "No one here can see or hear us, understand?" I nodded. "Follow me." We walked up several flights of stairs and into one of the rooms. Inside there was a doctor and a nurse talking. "Listen," Herobrine commanded.

"Any good news on any of the patients?" the nurse asked.

The doctor shook his head sadly. "Not one of them even has a trace of a heartbeat."

The nurse sighed. "It's a shame. Some of them were just little kids with their whole lives ahead of them."

"The inspector is coming over later to identify the bodies. At least they'll be able to have a proper burial."

"Do they have any leads on the plane crash itself?"

The doctor lowered his voice to a whisper. "There was a bloody knife on the floor. They can only guess that the pilot was stabbed by one of the passengers." Then they walked out of the room, talking about the crash in hushed voices.

Herobrine gestured for me to follow again. We walked to the back of the room and he pulled back the curtain, revealing a little boy with light brown hair, skin that was somewhat charred, and a black and red hoodie wrapped around him. "Is that… me?" Herobrine didn't respond. Not that he needed to. But if I'm here, then where's my mom? I turned around and glared at Herobrine. "Well?!" I practically screamed. "Where is she?!"

Herobrine just walked out the room, me trailing behind. We walked up more stairs and into another room. He stood by the curtain, and looked at me with his blank white eyes. "Pull it back."

I stepped forward and tugged the curtain, and saw my mom lying there dead. I immediately broke down in tears. The world faded around me and we were back in nowhere. Herobrine put a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay Mitchell."

"No!" I screamed hysterically. "It's not okay! My mom is dead!"

"She knew she was going to die Mitchell," Herobrine said calmly. "She also knew that you were going to live. You know why? Because you're part of something greater. You will help me rule another world. Now rise!"


I opened my eyes and groaned. For a second I didn't know where I was or what happened. I looked around and saw the hospital room that Herobrine had shown me. Everything was the same. I sat in the hospital bed, gathering my thoughts for a second. Then realization hit me like a brick. My mom was dead. Everyone on that plane was dead. That is, except for me. And Herobrine I guess. But how was I alive?

I tried to push myself out of the bed, but I was stopped by a tube taped to my wrist and going to a monitor. I yanked it out from under the… blue hoodie I was wearing? What?

I walked over to a mirror and looked at myself in shock. The first thing I noticed was that my eyes were glowing a menacing white. My hoodie was teal and my hair had turned a dark brown. And despite the the fact that I was in a fire, my face and arms didn't show a trace of scars of burn marks of even char. Light reflected off my chest, bringing my attention to the dog tags. I was about to ask myself how it got there, but at this point my mind could barely process anything. I took the tags off and stared at them. They had four pictures on them, one on each side. One was a stick with fire coming out of it, on the other side there was some TNT. On the second one there was a sword and an axe, and the word BajanBrine.

I flipped back to the side with a sword and rubbed the picture, feeling the crevices in the tag. Suddenly, the dog tags disappeared and were replaced by a blue sword with a purple glow around it. I gasped and almost dropped it out of my hands. But either way the tip did hit the floor and made a loud thump.

"Hello?" a female voice called from outside the door. "Is anyone in here?" She opened the door and screamed at me standing there. "Who are you?!"

I didn't think after that. I just started sprinting the other way. I heard voices in the background, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I was locked on running away from the growing crowd of voices behind me. I leaped at the window that was in the room, shattering it and sending me flying. I didn't realize what I was doing until I was hurtling towards the ground. I just jumped out a window that was on the twentieth floor or something! What was wrong with me?! I covered my eyes with my hands and screamed. In my mind I wondered what death would feel like. My guess is that it would probably hurt a lot. But after awhile, I didn't feel any pain. I slowly uncovered one eye to see that I stopped falling and was still a foot off the sight shocked me so much that I stopped floating and dropped the rest of the way. "Did I just fly?" I asked myself, pushing myself up.

I stared at my reflection in the window I was in front of. I still looked the same. I sigh. At least the sword had turned back into my dog tags. But how did dog tags turn into a sword anyways? I shook my head "I just jumped out a window and started flying. I should stop questioning things," I mumble.

I looked at the tags. Since it was night and the only light was a streetlight, it was hard to see. But I could still just barely make out the word 'BajanBrine'. I ran my fingers over it, the the word changed. It said 'Mitch' again. I stood there shocked for a second, then looked at my hoodie. It was back to normal. I glanced at my reflection in the window. I looked normal again! I wasn't even hurt from the crash!

Police sirens sounded in the distance. I turned around and saw the lights flash. I considered waiting until they came, but I started walking the opposite way. I couldn't talk to anyone. Not after what just happened.


I wasn't really thinking while I was walking. I just pushed myself forward until I became so tired that I had to stop. I sat down by a lone tree and looked around at where I was. It was daytime, so that just shows how long I was just walking. The place I had walked into was a small rundown neighborhood, with small houses barely a foot apart from each other and graffiti covering them.

"Hey, kid!" I looked at a tall teenager who called me. He looked at me with a mischievous grin. Two other huge kids joined him. "Why don'tcha come over for a sec?" I stood up again and tried to walk away, but they ran after me. "Hey, c'mon now kid! We just wanna talk."

The other two kids grabbed my hoodie and dragged me behind one of the houses. I flailed around trying to free myself. "Let go of me!"

They all chuckled. "You're not from around here, are ya kid?" Then he punched me in the nose and pulled me close to his face. "What kinda money do ya have kid? We want all of it. Now."

"I don't have any money," I snapped, making him knee me in the ribs. The two that were holding me threw me against the wall.

"Don't lie kid," the main guy growled. "I see that gold around your neck. That's gotta be worth a fortune! Now hand it over and we'll let you go."

I gripped the tags protectively and closed my eyes. "G-get away." I said in a last attempt make them leave.

They just laughed. "Whatcha gonna do kid? Cry for your mommy? I bet she's a drunk, letting a little kid out here on his own."

Rage boiled inside of me. How dare they talk about my mother that way! "Get away!" I screamed again.

I heard screams then the sound of people running. Then silence. I was almost afraid to open my eyes. When I did, I instantly regretted it. In my hand was a glowing blue axe, and the blade was in the head of the guy who was taunting me. Blood streamed down his face. I killed him. The thought hit me hard. I killed someone. Me. Sure, he was trying to rob me, but that didn't mean I shoulder killed him.

The axe turned back into my dog tags as I stared at the body. I only had one solution: run. So I did. No where in particular. Just away. Away from my dead mom, away from Herobrine, away from what I just did, away from everything. I will never go back. And I'm not sure if I'll ever stop running.