"Add that to list of why Notch should die." Herobrine growled, pacing the room angrily, fingering a diamond that he'd found in the sole of his ruined shoes long before.
Shelby watched him walk out his anger, curious as to why he was taking the offense so personally. Stroking his diamond he whipped around to face her.
"Do you have any diamonds?"
"Uh, yeah, why?" she replied, pulling out the two she had and handed them to him. He took them and nodded gratefully before rushing out the door.
"HB! What are you doing with those?" she called. Picking up an iron hammer he'd made not too long ago, he began to scoop up lava with a bowl and pouring it onto a rock.
"What the nether are you doing?" Thoroughly irritated, she jogged to catch up with him until she caught up with him, and he was hammering the two diamonds into a cooling lava mold.
"Diamond and obsidian sword." he said softly, a barely retained insanity shaking his voice.
"You really are going to kill him, aren't you?"
Herobrine cackled quietly. Stroking his sword as he stood up, the light from the lava mixed with his glowing white eyes to create a flickering fire where his pupils should have been.
"Herobrine, the entire city will be there to stop you. You will be killed!" Shelby chased Herobrine as he strode off toward a different pool of lava. He stood on the very edge and closed his eyes, leaning his sword against the stone, and rocking slightly where he stood. The young woman saw him take a deep breath, and watched in horror as it threw him off balance and he fell into the hot magma.
"HEROBRINE!" Screamed Shelby and she threw herself on the edge of the netherrack, searching desperately for any sign that he was alive.
Jumping violently, an unscathed hand shot out of the molten rock and grabbed the ledge.
"Holy shit..." whispered Shelby as the seemingly invincible man pulled himself out of the thousand-some degree magma.
"Remind me never to stand so close to the edge." he panted, brushing the cooling rock off his mouth and facial hair. The rock solidified quickly on his significantly colder skin, and he brushed it off his arms and combed it out of his brown hair.
Shelby snapped out of her shock and acted without thinking. The next thing either of them knew, the young woman had her arms wrapped around him, and tears were streaming down her face as she buried her head in the small space between his neck and shoulder.
"Don't EVER do that to me again!"
Herobrine leaned against the wall and stroked her hair awkwardly as she continued to sob on his shoulder.
"I could have lost you!"
"But you didn't," the man said, and received a punch in the stomach that knocked the wind out of him. Turning away, she shook her hand and gripped her arms self-consciously.