The Swarm

Chapter 2

Mitch's POV

"Mitch, if T.R.O.L.L takes over and destroys the community," sniffles Jerome, "THEY'LL BLOW US ALL UP THEN LOCK THE SURVIVORS IN CAGES AND FORCE THEM TO BECOME THEIR PERSONAL SLAVES!" I never actually thought of the rebellion like that. I think only baccas think like that. Now I do thanks to Jerome's hysterical screaming. "Jerome, we're not going to become T.R.O.L.L's slaves..." I begin, "BECAUSE T.R.O.L.L IS GOING TO BLOW US ALL UP!" screams Jerome.

Ashley's POV

"Swarm C to Community 15," I tell Steven. "Are you sure the swarm can handle Community 15? There's a rumor they have secret passageways and a skilled hunter and fighter..." begins Steven. But I cut him off. "Swarm Ci s made up of my best hackers. Send them out."

Soon, the hacker rebels from Swarm C are going to destroy Community 15... and leave no survivors.

Mitch's POV

Hackers. Those horrid tyrants that lag the servers, cheat, and take over the citizen's minds. They were only made to kill, and that's all they will ever do. Kill. People start screaming when the T.R.O.L.L hackers come. Others go to the underground refuge. The rest flee the community. Broken off, Not a part of us anymore. We're all incomplete, broken, and scared. Some people are taken over. Their eyes burn a hatred green. Some hackers lag the server, and in the commotion, everything blurs into darkness.

...

"WHERE AM I?!" I scream. A slender woman figure approaches me. "Are you sure you want to know that information?" She looks magical like an angel yet she has this mischievous look in her eyes which makes me wonder if she's a demon's sister or something like that. "You're in the T.R.O.L.L rebel base. Don't let anyone know I said this..." starts the girl. "I'm Ashley the T.R.O.L.L rebel leader. I want to help you."

"Why are you helping me when you destroyed Community 15?" I ash Ashley. "I see some potential in you that I can help you unlock. You seemed desperate lying there unconscious in the dirt. Mitch/BajanCanadian, right? You're a skilled hunter and Jerome, your friend is great too. So I recruited him as well. Will you help T.R.O.L.L destroy the world?" A million emotions are speeding through my brain kind of like if your crush tells you you're the second-best boy or girl in the world. "Y-yes?" I hesitate. "Great. You're in Swarm A. Top-ranked rebels. Your dorm is A8. Got it?" asks Ashley. "Sh-sure."

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My dorm is really dirty. There's cobwebs. moss on the stone bricks, and it's underground. I'm fighting with the ones I fought against, I think. What have I done? I get on the hard, dusty bed. Suddenly, there's an awful clanking sound echoing across the hall. The clanking of bones. Skeletons. They break into the dirty room. "Mitch, you're coming with us," they say. "NO!" I scream, and try to punch the bony mobs. My iron sword disappeared out of my inventory, and one shoots me in the head. Oh no... not again...

...

As soon as I wake up, the last thing I remember is the skeletons. I expected to wake up in some sort of dungeon or prison, but I'm back in my dorm. Instead of my sword in my hand, in it's place is an infinity bow. Of all weapons in Minecraft; why a bow? A guy walks by my dorm. Luckily I'm on his side and he possibly won't destroy me. He has glowing eyes... the Apocalypse Destroyer. Luckily I'm on his side and he possibly won't kill me. I suck at the bow and arrow, but this time I it feels... more controllable in my hand. I aim at a section in the wall... perfect shot. The skeletons must have mutated me with skeleton DNA to give me bow skills... but why?

"I controlled them," says the Apocalypse Destroyer. "I took over their minds and told them not to hurt you but to give you a gift. You don't have to be afraid anymore," says the Apocalypse Destroyer softly. "You're the Apocalypse Destroyer!" I gasp. "Oh please. People here call me Herobrine," says the Apocalypse Destroyer. "People just use me to do stuff for them since I know how to kill... they never mean anything they do," whispers Herobrine, "I just don't know who to trust."

There were all those people trying to be nice to me and be helpful to me. Maybe Herobrine's onto something. Since I am a famous hunter, New game rule; trust no one... not even Jerome. That means no conversations about fish, no more eye-contact, no more Merome. Now I'm living in the real world. And I can't trust anyone.