Chapter 4

27 1 0
                                    

He turned to Leah who was standing near him also clutching her sword. Trent locked his eyes on the fountain, then from right behind him came the sound of rain on a windowsill. He turned around and saw nothing.
"Did you hear that?" He asked. "It sounded like rain."
"Oh don't worry,"Leah said. "That was just a spider. There are bigger things here that WILL scare you. Like that skeleton. The trick to these, is don't stop moving. They have bad aim, and the arrows disappear after a while." She ran up to the skeleton weaving her way to its bony body. She ducked under the last arrow it will ever shoot, knocked it over with a swift kick in the leg, and chopped off its head.
Then Trent spotted a monster with ragged clothes and green, mouldy skin limping towards him. He tried the same maneuver as Leah did, and made himself look like a complete nincompoop in doing so. Leah was trying so hard to keep from laughing but instead she tried to help him out. "Umm those ones don't fire arrows, they just walk up to you and try to bite your jugular vein." Trent stopped what he was doing and did a full-on sprint with his sword held out in front of him. It struck the zombie right in the gut, but did not kill it. He tried to remember those TV programs he used to watch where the hero would chop the skull in two before killing it. So he shrugged, and while the zombie was picking himself off the ground, Trent lunged his sword straight in the nose, and it came out the other way. The beast immediately fell to the ground, dead. After his first kill, Trent got the idea of how to survive. When they went back inside, it was nearly dawn and their shoulders were covered in string from the huge spiders, they had buckets full of rotting flesh, bones and arrows and they even received a bow fully intact. They put away their armour and weapons and went back to the lounging area to play some pool. They crossed the kitchen and got some breakfast and while they were there, Trent spotted a boy about two years older than him, staring at a huge map on the wall of another room.
"Mark!" Leah said excitedly. "It's about time you got back. So what'd you find this time around?"
Mark replied "Oh just some cocoa beans, a saddle, melon seeds, and an enchanted book with infinity 1." He walked over to Trent who was leaning against the wall separating the rooms while Leah sifted through Mark's treasures.
"Hi, I'm Mark."
"Trent" Trent replied.
"So I bet Leah has already shown you around the house huh? Sorry I couldn't be there, I was off again looking for a way to leave."
"Yah, this place is kind of strange. But your house is just awesome and I really love the view of the ocean from the yard." Trent looked out the window and at the party boat. He watched as the same man that he saw in the forest vanished into purple dust once again.
"Come on," Leah said. "I'll show you where we're doing our research on how to leave." They walked past the lounging area and down into the lower section. Mark pulled a lever and a hidden trapdoor opened under the ladder. They climbed down and into a room with multiple levers. Mark walked to the levers and pulled on some of them labelled: 3, 6, and 3. He pushed a button and a door unlocked right in front of him. Trent walked in followed by Mark and Leah. Inside the room was a table with a huge map and paintings of monsters, and strange doors. Trent looked at one of the paintings and saw a tall black monster with purple eyes and extremely long arms. It stood reaching out long, greasy claws and staring as if it was alive. Behind it was a strange, door sort of thing. It was 5 meters tall, and 4 meters wide, with mysterious purple mist filling the inside. Mark caught Trent staring intrigued and answered his silent question.
"That black beast is called an endermen. No one has ever seen one up close and lived to tell the tale. And that box with the purple stuff inside is a nether portal. Now please don't ask me why everything scary here is black and purple because I have no idea." He was looking at Trent's forehead and seeing the mark on it that was poorly hiding under his dark, matted hair.
"Who painted these?" Trent asked still staring in awe at the astonishing art.
"We got them from an old man up in the mountains. He never talks and has a house almost as good as ours." Leah answered
"Maybe we should go ask him if he knows anything about that." Trent pointed at the portal with his thin index finger.
Mark kept staring at the eye on Trent's forehead and couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Trent by the shoulders and threw him at the wall.
"Mark what are you doing!?" Leah screamed and started hitting his back.
Mark shoved Trent into the table flipping him on top of it ignoring Leah's screams and punches.
"You did it. You dumped us here in this dreaded place. Your forehead gives all the evidence." Mark yelled at Trent who was gasping for air from the weight of a 17 year old boy sitting on his chest.
Trent finally realized what was happening as Mark reached for his throat. He kicked Mark right in the knee and tried to tell him what happened.
"What do you mean? I ended up here the same way you did. I woke up at the bottom of that huge cliff and went from there."
Mark lunged forward towards Trent once again but Trent avoided him and Mark landed right into the table. He got up winded and stood by Leah silently staring at Trent. "I remember making a lean-to right up against it and falling asleep. The next morning, I looked at my reflection in the pond, and saw the eye."
"What eye?" Leah asked as Mark stopped clutching his knee and walked over to the entrance.
"The one on my forehead." Trent lifted up his hair and showed Leah the burn. Leah gasped and stumbled backward then searched Trent for a look of surprise for her actions, but saw none.
"No wonder Mark attacked you." She said carefully observing the mark. "That's the symbol we keep seeing when those endermen come. They always leave these little eyes on the block they're standing on when they disappear. Mark always wanted to be the first to kill one of those, but he seems to be too nice of a guy to harm another human." She paused. "Other than Ender."

Minecraft - - - PossessedWhere stories live. Discover now