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'~ CHAPTER 15 ~'

~~~East Side~~~

Sky's POV

I sigh, as I watch Twister get off my bed and walk out the door, leaving a small crack open. Grunting softly, I got off the bed and slowly made my way to the door.

"Sky's taking it…ok, I guess," I hear Twister's voice say, as well as footsteps descending, "I just wish there was a way to comfort Sky."

"I understand that, Twist," Hope says next, "But it seems like right now, all we can do is hope that Sky can try to find some peace and assurance that together we are going to find Deadlox."

"I know we are," Twister replies, "But how soon is my concern."

I stepped away from the door; I can't listen to anymore of this. Suddenly, I felt that this situation was now surrounding me…and my wants. But then again, I'd assume that I'm not the only one who wants Deadlox back safe and sound but the others as well.

"I need some sleep," I softly sigh, my hands dragging down my face before using them to tuck myself in my bed.

~~~Southern Territory~~~

"So, did that change anything concerning your physical features?"

"Well…I can still do this," The sorcerer says, his eyes glowing red…

"Yeah, I still have my…eyes and then there are my healing and injuring powers," Servile flattens his lips, a frown tempted to show.

"How do those work? Or even how do you have them in the first place?" Deadlox asks, curiosity taking over him.

"Basically, I can hurt or heal myself or others, as long as I can make contact with them even if it's just a touch from my fingertip. Of course I have to, in a way, 'turn on' my power in order for it to work."

"Then why didn't you just heal me through that way instead of giving me milk and using the healing potions?"

"That is the down side," Servile responds, folding his hands together, "If I do that, the poison is gonna come into me. And since I have the supplies here, I'd rather do that than experiencing that again. But when extreme and desperate measures come…I'll have to do it."

"Maybe since you can control when your eyes glow red, it might come in handy," Deadlox thoughtfully says, "I can take you back to the east side. Are you familiar with these three buildings? One's in the east, the north, and the west; and there lives other Minecraftians just like me."

"I've heard about them," Servile nods his head, "But I didn't dare to approach them. They've only seen me with Skar and his crew. I was once one of Herobrine's overseers, making sure that things were staying 'sane' in the Nether. And I was a loyal one. I'm sure they'd doubt that I had changed and would have killed me on the spot."

"And now they have me as proof," Deadlox smirks with a bit of pride, "Gather two iron swords; we're traveling into town."

~~~Back in the Overworld~~~

Early the next morning…

Third Person's POV

Skar, his crew, and his captives could be found deeper into the forest that was laid behind the corrupt Aether portal. Skar's assistants had much trouble chasing the four interrupters and most of them gave up…except for one. Netherverse had at one point cornered Ryan sometime in the middle of the night and had brought an immediately unconscious Ryan back to Skar, of course with no problems, had a few of them appeared on his way there.

TrueNU had stopped the batman-costumed man with one of his fire-aspect swords, with a toss of one of them, the sword deeply pierced Ryan's left leg right in the middle of his upper leg, causing xRpMx13 to trip into a lake he happened to come across. BONJerome, BajanNethernian, and Lavalox all came back at the same time, exhausted from their chasing marathons, failing to catch the other three.

That night, seeing that Skar's buddies had collapsed near where Skar had set up some bed, Skar decided to in a way be nice and settled his two captives himself while the others literally crawled into the ready-made beds. This was a natural instinct to Skar, since he was the leader of Herobrine's army, as he would take care of his kind and fight back anyone who dared to attack them. One can say that in that particular way did Skar have a heart, but other than that…nothing was to be said about him in that category.

Skar had stayed up that night, even though he himself knew he had to sleep. But being a full-time demon himself wouldn't need too much sleep nor did he really require of any. Having the power of being either human or a spirit had its pros and cons, one of the pros being that he wouldn't have to sleep especially not now. He was in very good sights with Herobrine and there was no way in the Nether would he let Herobrine down even if it cost him his last dying breath.

Skar looked back and forth from his crew then to the captives, both parties being deep in slumber. He took extra time in curiously staring at the ones named SetoSorcerer and xRpMx13, the potion maker and the bravest of the four that approached him the previous day. His somewhat concentration was disrupted by a chicken that had crossed his path just a few blocks away from where he sat on the stiff grass. The chicken's morning call caused Skar to wince at the piercing and purely annoying sound. A small amount of rage rose inside of the now demon-possessed human, as he reached over to his right, grabbing BenjaNetherian's bow and firing at the chicken killing it in an instant.

"Stupid mobs," Skar mutters to himself, setting the bow back in its place before leaning back onto the tree that he sat under since the night. Soon enough, shortly after the chicken's entrance, dawn started to break, this morning a lot brighter than the previous ones. Skar shielded his eyes right before the first ray of sunshine hit his sunglasses. The demon hated the day time, but he knew he had to get things done, and that was what really kept him going instead of hiding and sitting back till it was night yet again.

He slowly set his arm down to his side, letting the warm air hit his face. And suddenly, he felt relaxed, not so much so that his alertness level was lowered but as low as a demon's could get. Skar took another glance at the Minecraftians and demons on either side of him, forming a fireball as he does so. He then begins to wonder…how did he obtain this power? How did a regular Nether resident suddenly become one of the most powerful demons in the new dimension?

Skar examined the fireball floating on top of his hand, the type of fireball that only Herobrine himself can form. Small sparks flew out every now and then, as the orb rolled in place, making Skar just less interested in what the Nether he was thinking to himself. He shouldn't question this type of power, lest he possibly would want to get rid of it, which he didn't! So then…why was he thinking about that? A groan is then heard, helping Skar escape from his thoughts…which he thought were kind of stupid really. With the fireball still in his hand, he turned his head to where the distressed sound came from, which came from Seto's mouth.

Seto and Ryan weren't put into bonds but just set in sight of the entire demonic group. Skar kept the fireball in his hand as a warning, as he also shined his bright white eyes at the sorcerer, not that Seto could see it that much through Skar's glasses. Even if Skar didn't have Herobrine's eyes and powers, Seto already knew not to mess with him.

"Shh," Skar softly says, putting on finger vertically on his lips, "Don't want to wake your friend…or mine." Seto, knowing the consequences of what would happen lest he decided to go against Skar, cautiously set himself back down, as he was about to shoot up from his spot and make a run for it. Seto took a glance to his right to see xRpMx13, the new acquaintance from down the street. The wound on his leg left untouched by any of the demons there, showing blood around said wound and some drops that was smeared around it. Seto looked horrified at Ryan, his eyes set on the wound now made just a few hours ago.

"He will be fine," Skar semi-comforting voice tells Seto, gaining the sorcerer's full attention, "Unless you don't finish the experiments. And he won't be the only one with a gash in his body." With worried-filled eyes, Seto looked over at Netherverse's blood-stained sword, and couldn't look away as much at Seto wanted to. He felt it. The possible pain that he could endure unless he heeded Skar's demands. Seto was determined right then. He couldn't let his friends or anyone else go through this…he had to find a way to stop the demon that sat only a few blocks in front of him.

~~~North Side~~~

"Ok, guys," Charity loudly sighs, taking an iron sword from near the front door and her portable chest with some gold nuggets, "I'm gonna go out to get some bone meal for the wheat and some extra for storage." Darx and Kittens just nod at Charity, as they were the only ones downstairs.

"I'm gonna go and check Bajan's wound," Kittens says a split second after the click of the door was heard.

"Look Kittens," Darx solemnly says, stopping her before she took a step on the stairs leading to the second floor, "I understand your hospitable and caring side, but…maybe you can ease about this whole BajanCanadian being attacked unexpectedly one night in a long time ago."

"I have my concerns, Darx," was Kitten's calm response, "And I'm sure you have yours that you are just as obsessive about. So, don't tell me otherwise." And with that Kittens continued her way up the stairs, leaving a pondering Darx alone on the couch. 'I wouldn't say I am obsessive about my situation' Darx scoffs in his mind 'Being obsessive and concerned are two way different things.' With Darx's instincts coming to him, he took off from the couch and checked his arrow and bows. Securing the arrows bag in his holder specially made for it, he swung the bag behind his back and went out the door, not even thinking about telling the others.

"I'm sure Catalin won't mind about me going without her," Darx quietly talks to himself, as he heading to the town, where Charity was heading.

~~~Town (center)~~~

"Are you really sure about this?" Servile nervously asks Deadlox, who rolled his eyes at the repeated question, "I haven't shown my face to the public for months."

"Then there should be no problem in you getting recognized," Deadlox reasoned with the newly found sorcerer, "I will be by your side the whole time. So relax, but keep your eyes peeled." Servile mumbled in coherent phrases, as Deadlox got out of his hiding spot, his mumbling turning into soft uneasy grunts. Servile finally got out of his spot and hurried to Deadlox's right side, double-checking that his eyes weren't shining that feared bright red but his normal hazel color.

"See, this isn't so bad," Deadlox lightly nudges ServileSorcerer's arm, earning a bashful smile from said Minecraftian, "Now we just buy some supplies and some armor, and we'll be off to the East Side."

"Wait, we're still going back to my place first before leaving for there, right?"

"Of course, we'll need to drop some of the supplies off there," Deadlox replies in a knowing tone, "Then you can snag whatever you need and we'll head off in the night, where most likely no one will know anything about."

~~~POV Change~~~

"Thanks," Charity nods her head at the villager there, as he hands her the bone meal and the materials for an iron axe." The villager nods back, taking the nuggets, and Charity walked away not taking a look back, "I hate villagers," she as softly as she could mumble to herself; the annoying things talking or even just standing around every way that one could turn to.

"Oh sorry," she and another voice says at the same time, as the two bump each other, knocking each other on the shoulders.

"It's fine," the other person Servile says before an awkward tension could be made and before Charity could take glance at his face.

"Whew...that was too close, Deadlox," Seville sighs in relief while shaking his head multiple times, "Way too close."

~~~POV Change *again*~~~

"But we didn't get caught," a voice says, catching Darx's attention, "Let's just get our supplies, and we'll be gone."

"That voice..." Darx mutters, "Could it be?" With Charity out of mind, he followed the voice and saw two Minecraftians waking into the store that Charity had recently excited out of.

"Deadlox...he's alive..."