Hero's Bane

Chapter 72: A Wish Of Death

The miner cringed when he applied even the faintest of pressure on the spot that the hilt of Herobrine's blade nailed him, he was lucky that it wasn't the blade itself impaling him or he'd be either dead or dying. The hilt of the diamond sword was pointed enough to hurt immensely like a dull spear; but not enough to fully pierce flesh. Regardless, he was still in much pain and it was own fault for just running up to the man; he hadn't been rationally thinking his situation out clearly enough and now he paid for it.

Steve lifted his aching head and looked at Herobrine who surprisingly was looking back at him with a slight worrying expression; that was a good sign, even his eyes were lacking the intense brightness. He still knew him, he hopefully hadn't cast out all of his memories yet. With a low grunt, Steve sat up from the ground and grimaced from the tenderness of his movements. He removed his hand from his chest and took a few deep breaths as he crawled forward and moved up onto his feet steadily. 'At least you are back to your senses right?' He asked in thought with a weak smile, seeming nervous from his faltering expression as he looked at the white orbs gazing back at him. There was no certainty that Herobrine was in control of himself and his actions with rage still showing in the being's look and stance.

Herobrine was surprised that he didn't stab the miner, he knew the mortal was around nearby when his mind and vision turned into a whiteout; but he was so focused on a certain mortal that he let the desire of revenge consume him and reign absolute control. He was blind, thoughtless; as he toyed with his prey like an ocelot to a battered and weak silverfish. A voice had disrupted him and so did the crunching of gravel that neared him, it was then when he should of realized who it was but he was completely oblivious. He didn't even notice who until a familiar pained gasp and wail escaped the man. It was in that moment that the darker form in the world of white gained color and shape, the form faded into a pallet of cyan and blue while more colors around slowly bled through the blinding fog revealed the world around him.

He watched as the mortal wobbled and stumbled forward before regaining good footing, the man was using that cracked stone blade to keep himself propped up while he was in a haunch from the pain. Steve didn't appear wounded; on the outside, but he could have done plenty of damage underneath the surface of his skin. It was somewhat relieving to see his hand now clasping over his chest; at least the man's ribcage had kept the miner's vitals safe. Steve was alive and that is what truly mattered, he could have been dead if it weren't for him stopping the mortals that were going to kill him.

Herobrine removed his observant eyes from the miner when the form in his grasp weakly grunted and attempted to pry his tightly clenched fingers that were wrapped around his throat. It was old village chief. The cowardly man who so boldly dared to silence the miner, the man who thought he could punish Steve with death after accusing him for bringing a demon to the village and messing up with their way of life. 'Him' they portrayed as a monster and wrongfully punished a mortal who only tried to warn them. It was the elder, the proclaimed leader; who dared to bring light into the village after the being himself had taken it away and severely punished those who brought it back. It was this mortal in his grasp that struck Steve across the face and roughly forced the man's head downward, pulling on his hair to force him to look at him like some criminal.

Such attitude, actions, and words of the older human reminded him well of a certain sentinel who killed his brother. He might not have pointed the arrow, but he was the one to sentence the punishment. Just. Like. ... Brutus. These thoughts made the rage bubble right back up and a light fog started to cloud his vision once more. This man in his grasp deserved to die more than any other of the mortals around him, for the capture, the accusation, and the order of execution. For calling Steve a traitor after he tried so much to plead for all of the mortal lives at the gathering; though they didn't deserve it. No one did. He ground his teeth as he glared darkly at the leader.