What the Nether? thought Gregor, leaping to the left. What does he mean he's not Ender?
"If you're not Ender than who are you?" He yelled, pulling out his sword with a swift whoosh.
"Who do you think I am?" Asked Enderbrine, creating another fireball.
It struck Gregor, and he wondered how he could have missed something so obvious. "Herobrine?"
Enderbrine let out a cruel laugh. "Good job, Gregor."
"You possessed Ender!"
Shrugging, Enderbrine said, "I couldn't see why not." He casually threw the fireball at Gregor, who leaped to the right and pulled out "Herobrine's Sword," a weapon he hadn't seen since it was buried in his own chest.
Ender's face was contorted with anxiety. "I see you still have my sword."
Chuckling, Gregor regained his confidence. "Finders keepers loser weepers," he chanted softly.
Enderbrine mustered a face that looked like he was angry. This made Gregor assume he was. With an inhumane roar, Enderbrine summoned another fireball and sent it to Gregor's feet.
Launching himself into the air, Gregor threw his own fireball from above, using the sword. Enderbrine simply glanced it off with his hand.
Gregor sliced his sword. Enderbrine's pickax met it. Gregor jabbed into his stomach. A chest-plate appeared and disappeared on Enderbrine's chest. Gregor used the X defense until Enderbrine was up against the wall.
"Die, you monster."
A feeling overcame Gregor. It was a feeling he had hardly been acquainted with before. It was complete and utter rage.
He grinned evilly. Herobrine's death was going to be no short ordeal. It was going to be long and sweet.
Gregor sliced his blade across Enderbrine's cheek. The taste of "Herobrine's Sword" was much bitter than that of a regular sword, so Gregor wasn't disappointed when Enderbrine let out a monstrous roar.
Gregor stabbed his leg, his arm, his stomach, until only one strike would rid him of the rest of his hearts.
Raising his sword, Gregor prepared to slice off his head.
"Oh no, don't hurt me!" Cried Enderbrine. But he didn't look scared. With all of the blood leaking from his body, he looked as if he hadn't a care in the world. But Gregor did not heed that important clue.
"Gregor! Gregor don't do it!" A voice screamed.
With a jolt, Gregor turned to see Bradley, Rax, Braden, and two people he didn't know down the hall.
"It's almost morning! Herobrine will have his body back and Ender will return to normal!" Cried the girl he'd never seen.
Wait what?
Suddenly there was someone else. Herobrine, back in his own body, cackled and disappeared in a plume of smoke.
Ender was left in a bloody heap in front of Gregor.
Herobrine, alive and well despite the battle, was gone.
What have I done? Thought Gregor as he looked down at his dying friend. Dying, because of him.
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Minecraft: a Redemption
Fanfiction[sequel to the wattpad award winning book, minecraft: a novel] All was lost. All was taken. But don't worry. We can get it back again. [second book in the minecraft trilogy]
