I did it, Alex. I avenged you. I fixed it.
I went to Phil's village, you remember, the one he called boring. It's not boring now. Now it's filled with pretty colours. I hear screaming. What a beautiful sound! It almost drowns out Their screeching. Flames try to touch the sky, to talk to the clouds. Maybe to talk to you. Blood splatters the ground in magnificent patterns. You would love it, Alex, it's the best thing I've ever seen.
The flames are pop, pop, popping, and crack, crack, cracking. The noise reminds me of Them pulling and tearing your bones apart to get to your flesh easier. They don't like bones. Maybe your bones would kill Them somehow. I want Them to eat your bones.
Yes, Alex. Perhaps destroying Phil's village was wrong. Perhaps tearing out throats of his family one by one was wrong. Perhaps I'm crazy. But, perhaps I don't care about the suffering I've caused. The only thing that matters now is that you didn't die for nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
My first kill, Alex. I used to be disgusted at those who participated in the Hunger Games. But now I understand. I understand how fun it is! That first kill was a young man, I chop, chop, chopped his head off with a sword I had found. His head bounced a little, spraying blood on me. It's warm, Alex, the blood is so warm. I don't think I'll ever be cold again. No more chills, under hills, in the mines of deep.
I don't think I'm ever going mining again, Alex. It makes me sad. No more cake, celebrating the twenty diamonds we found. No more screaming because a creeper found it's way into the caves. No more laughing, when we think the other has died, but hasn't. Are you still alive, Alex? Are you playing a joke on me? It is a good joke, even if it's not funny. You can come out, Alex! Come out and tell me you're still alive! That we're truly inseparable! That you didn't leave me.
No. You're dead. I saw your bones. I saw your blood staining the hands of Those who ate you. Did you taste good, Alex? Did your flesh satisfy Their stomachs? You were so sweet, Alex. Did you taste sweet? I hope not. I hope They choke on you.
I killed the second the same as the first, Alex. She screamed more though. I liked it when she screamed. It sounded like you after you had been surprised. I experimented with killing, Alex. I don't like choking them, they can't scream when I do that. Punching them to death is fun. But most of their blood stays inside and doesn't make the world pretty. The only other way I could kill them, Alex, is with my pickaxe. It broke, but I kept the pieces. The pieces are sharp. I cut myself on one of them. Blood danced out of my hand and onto my skin. It was pretty, Alex. My blood is so pretty.
Remember how I escaped Them, Alex? My arm is hurting again. If They don't get to me soon, I'll die of blood loss. Maybe I can take some of the blood from the bodies scattered around me, they don't need it. They'll never need it again.
People screamed a lot when I killed them with my pickaxe shards. One of them knocked over a torch when he tried to run. Now flames are dancing on their bodies. Swishing and swirling, the whole world is burning!
I wonder if They be able to see those I've killed. Will They feast upon their flesh? If They can, the bodies are much to burnt too eat. Chomp, chomp, chomp.
The flames are getting closer. I can feel the heat. It's drying the blood the decorates my skin. I don't want it to dry. I like it when the blood trickles its way down my arm. I like the way it sparkles, as though it has a secret. The flames hurt, Alex. They hurt a bad pain. There's a river, if I jump in it will cool me down, but will it wash off the pretty, pretty blood? Shining bright, like the stars of night.
The blood is gone, Alex. But so is the pain.
The screams of the Unnamed are getting louder. But They had a name, right? When we asked about Them? I think people called Them Endermen, always with fear in their voice. The Endermen aren't that bad. I think I like them. Why are people so afraid? Endermen aren't scary.
They killed you, Alex? No, no. That was Phil. It was him. He did it. He paid, didn't he? But was it enough? Was it enough to avenge you? No.
You remember what your dad said when we were small? No? He said he would always protect you. That you would always be safe as long as he was alive. Always.
He lied, Alex. You're not safe. You're dead. He's alive. I think I'm going to fix that. I fix a lot of things. Maybe you should call me Handyman Steve. But I couldn't fix you.
He screamed, Alex. Your dad screamed when I killed him. His scream attracted others. I had to kill them too. I-I killed my family, Alex. I watched their blood pour from their stomachs.
I realized something, Alex. I am crazy. I know I am. If I were sane I would care that Mom was pregnant. I would care that dad tried to protect her.
I'm covered in blood again. I'm warm again.
Alex, I don't think you would approve of what I've done. Right? Or would you have done the same? No. You wouldn't have even gotten into this situation. You would have kept your eyes closed. You wouldn't have looked. You would have preferred to have your eyes torn out.
Here are some eyes, Alex. They're your mother's. They look exactly like yours did. They are very squishy. Squish. Squish.
They're coming for me. I can hear Them. They're so close. Theirs to hunt.
I can see the Judge's eyes. His eyes are cold. Theirs to find.
I don't think I'm going to the Aether. That's fine with me. What's not fine is I don't think I'm ever going to see you again. Theirs to kill.
Goodbye, Alex.