Inherited (EDITING)

Chapter 23

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the game 'Minecraft'. I only own this AU series.
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Killia yawned. Agreeing to stay for a six-hour-guard was a huge mistake. Ah well, her brother was with her. She turned to check on him for the hundredth time. She frowned with discontent as Kei was already half-asleep. She gave him a gentle nudge with her bow, "No shut-eye."

Kei gave a yelp and stared at her with a scowl. He huffed and looked out into the woods, checking for any mobs nearing the base.

"Hey, that Herobrine guy... You trust him?"

Killia gave a low growl. She shut her eyes and snapped, "I'm pretty sure he killed our village's civilians."

Her brother stared at her with eyes filled with shock. Killia said, "He controls large amounts of mobs. He has a criminal record for murder. No doubt he ordered mobs to go after our village."

Kei stared at her, uncertain for his sister's unnecessary anger towards the Legend. He looked into the dark night, trying to get his mind off this.

Thud.

Killia and Kei swerved to their right in surprise. Killia aimed her bow and Kei raised his rifle. They were greeted by a pair of glowing eyes staring at them. Killia grunted at the man, receiving another round of uncertain looks from her brother. Herobrine spoke up, "You guys okay?"

Killia turned and pulled her brother away from Herobrine. She snapped, "Yes, we're great here. Alone."

Herobrine's eyes darkened.

"What's your problem? I just wanted to offer help if you needed any."

Kei opened his mouth to speak but Killia pushed him away and spat, "How am I supposed to take help from a monster who killed my family!"

At this point, Herobrine grew calm and he asked, "What village?"

Killia's eyes darkened. Herobrine sighed and said, "You're talking about the village that was destroyed by over 100 mobs seven years ago, isn't it? The third mob attack in the history of Minecraftia..?"

Kei and Killia exchanged uncertain looks before nodding. Herobrine gave a smile, "Oh? That wasn't me."

You were 'strong' back then.

Herobrine winced and said, "In fact, the person you are looking for is the person who is leading the next battle against us."

His eyes darkened. Killia turned back around, huffing. Kei bowed to Herobrine before returning to his shift. Herobrine left the guarding post and teleported to the forest. He climbed up a tree and made himself a bed on one of its branches. He leaned against the trunk and placed a hand on the back of his neck, where his hair is covering something hidden.

There was a symbol there. A black symbol of a circle with arches and curves around it. There was an eye in the middle of the circle. Herobrine rubbed his skin, wincing. The eye's black outline shone and grew red. With a red flash, the symbol disappeared and a misty figure sat on the branch in front of him.

The figure-whom is a man-smiled and fixed his red bowtie. His one green reptile-like eye shone with interest as he leaned closer, "Long time no see, little hero."

Herobrine frowned and said, "How the fuck were you able to do that? Now, after all this time?"

The man's other glowing eye darkened, "You almost gave away our secret, my puppet. Can't have that, can't we?"

Herobrine yelped as the man lifted his chin. He was forced to stare into the beckoning eyes of his captor. "You don't want me to take over again, don't you?"

Herobrine scowled, "I'm corrupted enough."

The man sighed, "You're making this boring, my pet. Now, be a dear and call my name for me."

Herobrine growled and raised his hair to reveal his empty neck. He lied, "I don't even know your godamn name."

The man winked and disappeared though the symbol of Herobrine's neck came to existence once again. It burnt badly and Herobrine tried not to groan. He then rest his head on his knees. He could not believe it. He was back, he became stronger than Herobrine had ever been. He clawed against his thighs, he guessed he had to quicken things now, or else someone would get hurt.

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He raised his head and saw his entire family in front of him, smiling and arms open to welcome him. He spotted his little brother, lively as always. Though before he could take a step towards them, fire engulfed one person.

His mother.

He let out a scream as fire took and dragged away his struggling and screaming mother away into the void. A few screams radiated from the void as he stared in horror. It grew quiet as one person grew drunk.

His father.

His father had a broken wine bottle in one hand and a knife in the other. The older male staggered towards him, grinning. He wanted to move. To flee. But he can't.

Endure the pain, Little Hero.

That god forsaken sentence was said over and over once a knife was slashed across his face and chest. He fell to his knees, coughing out scarlet liquid. He raised his head to his father who was being dragged away by two Law Officers.

His father gave another grin before he was seen with a rope around his neck. His father was executed right there and then for domestic abuse. He looked down and saw his little brother next to him, clutching his shirt out of fear.

Then the small nine-year-old faded away and a teenager stood in front of him. A cape around his neck and face proud.

"We did it."

But the teenager disappeared and a man dressed in a tuxedo with a red bowtie stood before him. He felt tears run down his cheeks.

Why was he crying?

The man held out a hand which was engulfed in red fire.

"Care to make a deal, Little Hero?"

Without thinking, he grabbed the hand. It all went down when the hand stung him and his entire body. The man disappeared and he screamed in agony as a symbol was embedded onto his neck. In a flash, he was on a battle field, facing the teenager from before. His face sewn in horror and sadness.

Blood stained his hands.

"Snap out of it, please."

The teenager then engulfed him in a hug, crying onto his shoulder, yelling 'Come back' a million times.

Then the teenager fell back, but as an older man. The man fell down as blood poured out of a bite wound on his neck. His eyes rolled but he kept a small smile.

He realized.

"B-Brother..."

Before he could step forward, the man that made the symbol blocked his way with a mischievous grin.

"How was your life so far, Little Hero?"

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He gasped, eyes filled with horror. He felt hot tears stream down his face. He scowled and buried his face into his knees.

Why can't I ever feel useful?

What is my existence for if I just keep falling into despair?

Herobrine succumbed to his trauma-induced panic attack.