Nix

I can't, can I?

I can't possibly run from this world. I've been blessed with the ability to enter it. How could I leave?

But here I am, legs pushing, throwing me forward. Soon enough I fell onto a tree.

I never said I was a runner, did I?

I closed my eyes, slowly catching my breath. Had the gunfire stopped? Or was I far enough? I sat against the tree, looking up at the sunlight that was cutting through the thin pine needles. What now? Do I wait? Do I just sit here.. and wait?

And wait for what? For everyone to die? For everyone to die for me? Fuck.
I punched myself in the chest, as if it'd make my feelings go away. "Stupid.." I hit myself again. "Stupid.." I punched my thigh. "Stupid.."

I still didn't know what I was afraid of.

I stood up, facing the way I'd come.

Was I going to wait? Was I going to let everyone die? Let everyone die for me?

I picked up my feet again, and marched myself back towards the old and beaten mansion.

No, no I wasn't.

Herobrine

Pasta Hunters. And no, they're not just hungry Italians.

They'd stormed the place. The porch had collapsed from their explosives. We were all scattered in the front field, the grass-covered area now stained with the occasional red hue. "Herobrine, three o' clock!" I turned, shoving out my elbow with one arm, forming a fist with another. My fist collided with a face, and the being fell to the ground. I kicked the fallen human in the gut, just to make sure he didn't get up.

I can't say I liked this.

I wasn't really a killer, y'know? I mean, in game characters are one thing, but real people?

Though they brought this upon themselves, they came at us. We were only retaliating.

Once again I attacked an offender, slamming him to the ground. "Fuck.." I store at a cut along my shoulder. Someone had come at me with a knife earlier. He was easily taken down, but the damage had been done. I was seriously cut in the shoulder.

Nix'd know how to heal it, wouldn't she? She'd put on the stingy stuff then apply pressure, maybe even ice it-
Boom
I stumbled over, my attempt to catch myself on my feet a failure. I picked myself back up. Had they set off another explosion?
A shadow loomed, it's silhouette visible in the smoke. Something had crept onto the field in the midst of smoke.

Someone left a Rake in the yard.

Nix

Boom.
Shit! Oh God, please no. Let everyone be alright, please, just-
I fell over, and quickly picked myself up, fists balled in their defense. I scanned the area before realizing I had simply crashed into a tree. Oops.
I began to move again, breaking into a sprint at the sound of gunfire. Eventually I broke into a smoked clearing. The front field. I took a small step back behind a tree. No one seemed to be directly near me, though it was hard to see the area due to the recent explosive. Soon enough people became visible. Spots of the field were stained red and pink, bodies were laying all around. My heart dropped when I couldn't find everyone, though I could spot a few.

Ben was standing alongside Sally, both wielding knives. Ben seemed pretty roughed up, and though Sally was dirty, she didn't seem to be bleeding.

There's a shadow forming..

Jeff was on the other side of the field. He had a large cut down his arm, his white hood now tinted maroon. He was too clutching a blade.

It's coming from the smoke.

My eyes scanned the field as I mentally checked off the pastas.

Masky, E.J, Ben and Sally, Jeff, Herobrine..

Herobrine. I wanted to collapse right then and there, fix that bloody mess of a wound on his shoulder, someone manage to sew the cut along the front of his shirt back together, ruffle his hair, beat him in Minecraft, fall onto him..

My eyes filled with tears at the sight of everyone. I momentarily choked on my breath, and I forced myself to suppress a cough.

I wasn't afraid of guns, knives, blood, or anything like that.

I was afraid of loosing my family.