Minecraft: a Novel

Chapter 6

 I was ready to leave. All the stuff about Herobrine and The Dark Blaze Rod was creeping me out.

That night, I was asleep in my room, dreaming about a theme park, where I was riding a rollercoaster with my family when I awoke with a jolt.

I had the terrifying feeling I was being watched, and when I glanced around the room, it was confirmed. A dark figure loomed over my bed.

A scream violently tried to escape my throat but was stopped by the person's hand over my mouth.

I felt the sharp blade of a sword at my neck and a female voice said, "Gregor, come with me. I'll explain once we get there."

My whole body shook with fear, of course, I'd never been kidnapped before and had no idea what to do in such a situation. But what I did know was that there was a sword on my neck threatening to slice it off. So I got up.

She lead my outside my house, as if she had been here before. It was ice cold outside, and I wished I was wearing more than just my pajamas.

A minecart was waiting for us on the train tracks outside my house. My kidnapper shoved me in the back seat and she climbed into the front.

"W-Who are you?" I stuttered. I know I looked and sounded like an idiot, along with the fact that she was a girl, but since I thought I was about to die, I could care less.

There was no answer. She started driving. The ride wasn't very long, but it was very silent. As we traveled through the outskirts of my small town and out of it, into an entirely different village, I kept thinking of what was going to happen to me and how nobody knew to rescue me.

We arrived at building that looked like an apartment. The girl got out of the minecart and picked me up, literally pick me up, and carried me inside. I didn't dare to say a thing.

She took me through a maze of hallways. From what I could see, the inside didn't look as much like an apartment as the outside had. There seemed to be no one else living here. Of course, I wasn't going to mention that.

After we went up a few stairs, we arrived at a room. Along with a few cabinets there where two chairs, separated by desk. An interrogation room, oh boy.

She put me down in one chair and sat in the other. The room was dimly lit, letting me see her more clearly.

I was surprised. She seemed to be about my age, around thirteen years old with blonde hair. She had a kind and gentle face, but one that wasn't going to let you get away with anything.

"What's happening? Why did you bring me here? Where is here?" The questions flooded out of me.

"I'm going to be the one asking the questions." I wondered if I was wrong about her face, and how it seemed gentle. "But I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Jane and I am part of a secret organization called the HH, which stands for Herobrine's Haters. Our goal is to foil and stop Herobrine from taking over Minecraft.

"We have recently received intel that your father is a functioning member of the HSP. Is this correct?"

I nodded. "How did you know? I just barely found out."

Jane's face refused to give anything away. "We have our sources. Now, we have also received intel that the Dark Blaze Rod is in his possession. Is this also correct?"

I nodded again, but didn't mention that I'd found it first.

She must have noticed that I was shaking. "Listen, we have no desire to hurt you. If anything, we want to help you." She assured me. "Now, do you know where your father is?"

I had to rack my brain. When my father had left me, he ran parallel to the outskirts of town, kind of the direction of the minecart we'd come in. "North," I told her.

Jane nodded. "Okay. Now where did you get this?" She pulled out Herobrine's Sword. I started, realizing that it was no longer in my inventory.

"In an underground dungeon. Someone put it there," I said.

Jane looked like she was glaring at the table. "That Herobrine is nothing but an idiot," she muttered, more to herself than me.

There was something that I wanted to say. "Why are you so... young?"

Instead of being offended, Jane laughed. "Young? Well, I might not have explained this. See, here at HH the oldest member is Ben, who is 13. We believe that youth can be... more intelligent than those older than us."

A young blonde girl that couldn't be older than ten walked in with her arms full of files that were probably of high importance. "Who's this?"

"A possible victim," replied Jane casually. Looking to me, she said, "This is Grace, one of our members."

"So where did you want these filed?" Asked Grace.

"In cabinet four."

I couldn't help but have a strange feeling about all of this. This "organization" was lead by a 13 year-old?

Jane sighed and looked at me, as if she were reading my thoughts. "I know this sounds strange, but you will have to get used to it. I'll introduce you to the crew." She reached into her hot bar and pulled out some kind of communication device. "All hands to room I-1. Repeat: all hands to room I-1."

A few seconds I heard footsteps in the hallway. Running.

A boy, about the same age as Jane sprinted in. "Yes?"

Waving her hand to me, she said, "Let me introduce you to our newest member."