Michael's adventure

Part 50

Michael's legs begin to shake, how is he supposed to take this news. Wilbur had said "Dream is the hero, and thank gods I was dead or else it would be me in that prison. Wilbur clearly had plans to work with dreams but what were they? Michael turns around and runs out of the house. He doesn't stop, he is running faster than ever before. Tears stream down his face as he aimlessly runs through the snowy forest.

Michael finds himself at a random cave. Mobs began to surround him, so he lit a torch and made his way inside. Once he feels safe enough, he sits down and begins to cry, dropping his sword causing a clicking sound to echo through the cave. Michael didn't know what to do, Dream had his dad captive, Wilbur was back and still crazy as ever and everyone is now in danger. Michael felt somewhat responsible. His entire body began to shift from a feeling of cold sadness to a burning fire of anger. He clenched his fists, leaving harsh indents from his nails. He stands up and turns around and punches the wall. He shatters the stone causing many rocks to fall.

He continues to punch the wall until his hands are bleeding profusely. He can't handle the sting of the cuts anymore so he calms himself down. By now many mobs were making their way over to him. Michael huffed, smoke practically coming out of his mouth and glared at the mobs. Michael had no fear of them, not anymore.

A skeleton loads his bow with an arrow and fires. Michael quickly reacts by moving his shoulder and dodging. The skeleton continues shooting arrows at him. Michael's rage comes back and he walks straight up the skeleton, taking an arrow to the shoulder, and grabs the skeleton by the head. He smashes the skull against a rock, and the rest of the body falls apart. Some rocks are broken off the wall from this, and Michael bends down and picks one up. He turns around to see a creeper on its way to blow him up, and without hesitation, Michael chucks the rock at the creeper. The rock sticks itself into the creeper's head with a loud cracking sound. The green beast falls to its back and screams in pain. The rock broke its skull. Michael walks over to the creeper and stomps on its chest, with a loud crunch, shattering its ribs. The creeper lay there dead.

Michael practically had fumes coming from his head. He wasn't mad at these mobs specifically but he sure as hell was taking it out on them. Michael stood above the creeper, exhaling heavily. He heard a low growl and turned around. Behind him was a group of about five zombies. Michaels body was already becoming exhausted but he didn't care. He charred at the first zombie, he crouched his body in brace position and slammed the zombie with his shoulder, causing the zombie to slam harshly into the wall. There was a large cracking sound, the zombie had multiple broken ribs. Even though he was continuously being pinned down with broken ribs, he mindlessly kept trying to kill Michael.

Zombies lived a sad life. They were once humans who were now forced to live a life with no consciousness and only thinking of eating everyone. Michael felt pity for the creatures but there was no saving them.

While Michael had the first zombie pinned, the others attempted to go after him. Michael quickly took the zombie and used him as a barrier between him and the other zombies. He grabbed the zombie by the head and ripped its head from its body. He used that head and chucked it at the other zombies, pushing them back slightly. He dropped the zombie's limp body and ran over to pick up his sword. He quickly took the diamond sword out of the special holster Techno had given him. In a quick instant, Michael saw his reflection in the sword. There was blood on his face and it seemed that his canines were protruding from his face. His attention was quickly diverted by the footsteps of zombies approaching. One zombie had made its way almost all the way up to him, with arms extended, trying to grab Michael. Quickly, Michael took the sword and jammed it into the zombie's chest, and ripped it up, cutting the zombie's ribs in half. The sword stopped against the zombie's skull. He quickly ribbed the sword out and stepped back. He got himself into a good stance, and swung his sword, like a baseball player at-bat, and with that, the zombie's head came clean off. He quickly stepped over the body and approached the other zombie. He swung down harshly, slicing the zombie's skull in half, revealing all of its contents.

Michael stopped and looked around. The bodies of all the mobs were already deteriorating to ash on the floor. Michael's body practically collapsed from exhaustion. He laid himself down on the cold cave floor and fell asleep.