Minecraft: a Redemption

Chapter 31

  "I know what you're doing, Herobrine," I said. "You're trying to get us to kill Habuin. Since you're possesing his body nothing will happen to you if we kill him. But why? What use for you is the death of a simple farmboy?"

  Habuin/Herobrine shook his head. "It is a test of sorts," he said. "But that's not important. We were going to talk about you."

  The air around me steadily became more chilly, and I felt like my friends were fading from my side. I normally don't like to talk about myself with other people. Why tell people things about yourself when they obviously don't want to know? But this was with the Lord of Darkness. Wasn't that different?

  "I'm pretty sure I killed your family, didn't I?" Asked Herobrine. "You would know better than me." He laughed in sharp and short breaths that came from Habuin's mouth. In a second he reinvented the action to laugh.

  "Shut up," I told him, deterimined to not slip away into anger the way my friends had. But I didn't notice when I slowly drew my bow.

  "And so you wind up at the Resistance, the only place where people appreciate your spunk. All of your mining left behind you to fight. Now why would a highly secret organization want you to help them? You're just a little boy after all. You've probably said so yourself. You are simply a miner that stumbled upon something he wasn't supposed to." His words sparked a fire in my gut. I was not just a little boy. I had come so far. It's not like I wasn't important to the Resistance. I was.

  "Do you really think that Resistance looks to you as someone who's special? You were just someone who had the opportunity to take over while fighting in that arena with Ben." Herobrine paused for a second, as if wondering how much more easily I would crack one way or another.

  "You know how much more they want Ben, Gregor, and Jane. Now there are some experienced warriors," he laughed, as if he actually admired the children he'd recently slain. "The Resistance wants leaders who know what they're doing. Not one that goes out on a mission to save Ben and doesn't get him home."

  "What are you talking about? Ben's probably reached the Resistance by now. And how do you know any of this? They're your enemies."

  "Exactly. I'm a strict follower of the rule of keeping my enemies closer. Of course, I don't have any friends to keep close, so this whole process is a whole lot easier for me than it is for a popular person like you." Habuin's head shook. "But that's besides the point. You're not wanted. And you should probably accept that."

  And then he uttered the words no one wants to hear. The words that makes someone sputter up begin to cry: "No one loves you."

...

  "You can help us get out of here?" Gregor challenged, not sure he believed the girl. "How?"

  The little girl's eyes burned into him, and the soot on her face seemed to grow darker. She was tiny, but she had a fire in her eyes. "Because I've lived here before. This is where I grew up and I know it by my heart. And I also know that you are 'opelessly lost and running from 'erobrine's men. So what's it gonna be?"

  Her words were more menacing than she was.

  "I don't see what's wrong with getting a little help," said Ridge, shrugging. "Show us the way, little girl."

  Glaring at them each in turn, as if they hadn't just decided to take her help, she said, "My name isn't little girl. It's Stevia."

  Gregor felt tired. They'd been following this new girl, Stevia, for a couple of hours now and they were still in the alleyways. Everytime he asked her how much longer she told him to shut up.