I'm sorry for the whole gory part thing. I guess I should've toned it down.. xD
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Onwards with the
story~
Third person *le' gasp*
Swing, cut, dodge, step back.
Herobrine tracked Jane's various movements, attempting to form a strategy. Though, Jade was known to be swift and unwatchful, he managed to focus in on her placements and movements. He saw a moment-in a split second-she twisted, unbalanced, and he struck, uppercutting her in the jaw. She let out a cry and fell back, regaining balance against a tree. "Block boy.." She growled under her breath and lunged again.
Duck, dodge, step back, swing-
"Gah!" Herobrine stepped back as the knife collided with his lower arm. I, as we walked back, wiped the wound, only to have fresh blood take the wiped away's replaced. Anger boiled in him, still unsure of what was going on. Thoughts of Nix came to his mind. "No-focus." He scolded himself mentally. "Scared? I'm not as simple as your skeletons, no?" She errily grinned. "Not too strong without your smite and powers, eh?" She continued to prick and taunt him. Herobrine, done with her babbling and nonsense, ran at her, landing a heavy fist into her chest, and her gasp of lost breath was easily heard. She fell into a tree, on the ground and panting. "You're done, Jane." He too was breathing heavily. "No," She exhaled a large and tired breath. "She's done." Herobrine flinched at the coolness of her words. Blood rolled down his forearm, dripping off his fist onto the ground, staining the spring grass. He suddenly sprinted off, understanding just now what she had meant. Nix. "You're too late!" Jane called as he ran. His breathing and her yell was nearly masked by the sound of crunching grass & fallen leaves breaking below his hard pounding feet.
-!
Herobrine froze, hearing a deafaning call of pain. It would pause for a moment, then call again. The same pitch-the same person-he had to fight the urge to cover his ears to block out the sound. He ran, panting and sweating. He had been running for what felt like hours. He was taking to long. "You're too late!" Jane's voice echoed throughout his head. No- not yet. He wouldn't let it happen.
Le' time skip.
He couldn't see. He didn't know if there was anything to see. It was dark, unnaturally dark, it seemed. The scream had halted, paused, for about a minute. It then again repeated, but closer. Almost next to him. It was tired and beaten, a desperate and weak call. Herobrine took a careful step forward,and slammed into something. Wood-but not a tree- a wall. He felt around, finding an entrance. He walked in slowly, careful of any set traps.
There was a flash of light-no, not a flash, a flame, still. The scream was right there- right in front of him. It looked as if he could touch it. But it suddenly seemed distant. He exhaled, a weak sigh, and ran again. Ran along the endless and dark hallway. He began to think about who could've done this. A haunting name came to him. Slenderman.
He was so stupid, scolding himself, he cursed under his breath, forcing his tired legs forward. Slenderman. I should've known. I should've stayed with Nix. He cursed at himself. He tripped and stumbled, absolutely whipped and tired by the endless hall. He was so close.
The air seemed to be thinning with every breath he took. He forced himself on, then realized.
"I can teleport."
"I can teleport."
He facepalmed as he teleported, never feeling stupider.
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He fell to the ground as he returned as mass and matter. He had done the farthest teleport he had done. He could feel the heet of the flame- he couldn't be to far. He again ran, sprinted and determined. He would trip and fall, but would soon get back up.
Draft. He felt that he was in a new area. A room. It was open, bigger. In the corner, a wimped and dancing flame. "H-H.." Nix.
"N-Nix." He took a step forward, and he heard her attempt to whisper something. "B-hi.."
A large and singing cut went accross his back, causing Herobrine to fall over, catching himself before absolutely face planting into the ground. "Wh-what..?" He forced himself up, of course still tired. He adruptedly went back to focusing on Nix's state-mainly her leg-as if the cut never happened. Without speaking he took his shirt and wrapped it around her enflamed leg, ridding of the fire. She winced at the touch, but eventually settled. He got a flash of what Nix looked like, flesh torn and blood still flowing. That was only the lower half. "Who.. what.." He was reminded of the other attacking presense by a low growl and the sound of running. He-suddenly regaining energy-turned and grabbed the clawed hand. Firm yet skinny. He could only conclude this as
The Rake.
He imagined the horrid image of the pasta, and then what Nix could've possilby gone through. He soked the monster right in the face, releasing a smalll and angered grunt.
That was when the real fight began
/sits in the opposite corner playing Raquayza theme in the corner\\
No? Okay..
;=;
Hah, alright. Bye now.
-Nix