Hero's Bane

Chapter 73: One Decision

Herobrine snorted in rage as he paced back and forth in the darkness of the dense woods, he never would have expected the miner to willingly throw himself on the line for a pathetic mortal like the village chief. That old man had done wrong to him and he even did wrong to his pathetic followers as well. Wrong to Steve for trying to use him as leverage and for trying to have him executed though the attack wasn't his fault. That bastard had even rounded up his remaining people to all die in one place this night, instead of letting them try to run away or even prepare for the assault and give them a fighting chance; though it would be useless. Still, it was a selfish act coming from a leader. He knew this all too well, Brutus was quite the defective leader too. The differences between him and the village leader wasn't too much of a difference really, other than age, traits, and Brutus's mighty ambition. They were both selfish cowards who thought that they had the right to justify everything that they see fit, neither ever owned the right.

Mr. Morrison deserved something far more than death but Steve wouldn't allow it, he'd so eagerly stop the diamond blade from cutting into the man because he felt as though the whole attack was his to blame.

It wasn't.

It was him, Herobrine himself that was going to destroy the village and tear every living soul he could find from the struggling corpses. It was not the miner's doing that was going to get them killed, but his for his lack of souls that he owed to Ender. He needed many in such a short time so why not go ahead and take the ones who deserved death the most first? But then there was also his wrath, that they provoked even more rage and brought the damages they deserved upon themselves for taking the miner and preparing for an execution. Of course one mortal decided to press their luck and were less unfortunate than most when it came down to unleashing his wrath, he was simply given the punishment he so deserved. Yet... Steve couldn't find it in him to protect someone like that man, but he had the nerve to defend someone so pitiful and undeserving like that old one who was far worse?

-Why?!- Herobrine loudly roared and slammed his arm into the side of the tree to release such pent up rage, the tree toppled over from the forceful hit and the being brought up his arm and rubbed the sore spot. Herobrine gritted his teeth and snarled to himself from such puzzlement. He was quick to heal so the painful soreness faded in seconds as did the redness from the bark he scraped against. -Why protect and sympathize with someone like that aged mortal?-

-Why would you charge so foolishly at me like that? Knowing well that I was not myself and knowing what I was capable of? Why would you want to protect that man?- Herobrine turned on his heels and ambled through the woods with heavy footsteps, he was burning up in his rage; not even the chilling air of the night could sooth his fiery wrath. He just couldn't understand the mortal's reasons. The leader was going to have him killed with poison arrows if he didn't comply to surrendering himself to the village; to give up his life as it is and become a prisoner till the end of his time. He wouldn't allow it though, never. This mortal calling the shots was well aware of what he was doing and thinking rather rationally; though the miner said otherwise. -Scared? Bah! It was revenge miner, you lied to me. He wanted you dead and he was going to do whatever it took to secure vengeance for the pathetic village.- Herobrine coiled his fists in his seething. -Just be glad that I still had my memories mortal. Or else you wouldn't have ever had the chance to interfere, you actually wouldn't be alive.-

Herobrine huffed in anger. As if protecting people that supposedly 'weren't' his enemies wasn't bad enough; the identical looking man had to go and throw himself in the lot with 'them', mortals that deserved everything little taste of punishment through nightmares and torment that they got. So what if they had absolutely nothing to do with his suffering and banishing? They were the same as their descendants, just greatly smaller in number compared to a whole fortress of them. They wanted the miner to be executed too, right along with Morrison. He saw many faces, though a portion looked to be in confusion, a lot of those mortals still had shown scorn and rage; just like the people of the past who lobbed rocks at Lionel when he tried to defend him at the public stonings.