Protectors Are For Weaklings (Completed)

Phase

I examine the walls, picking out every small, magic rune that is big enough to see. I notice that they are usually a solid purple, and sometimes, they are a fading black, only barely recognizable. The black runes are smaller in numbers.

"The runes represent your presence here... or aura, if that's your thing." Ethan suddenly appears out of nowhere, startling me out of my trance at staring at the walls. Perhaps it is because I am still half-asleep that I didn't notice - still half consumed by the dreams that are disappearing as time literally ticks by...

Not bothering to turn around and face him, I reply. "Well, that's reassuring, especially when there's black runes..."

"Markus underestimates you," Ethan suddenly blurts out, and I smile. I don't know which side he's truly on, but he clearly doesn't respect authority. "And to be honest... I believe you're underestimating him."

"We haven't done anything against him yet."

"Trust me," Ethan carefully says, and because I've heard so many people leak secrets to me before, I held my breath in suspense. "You did. And are. Herobrine turned himself in sometime last night."

- - -

I sense Markus more than see him when he pops in, a stray purple particle radiating off the palm of my hand. Ever since I got in here and had enough time alone, I've been trying to change back to an Enderman and teleport away, but the tries had been unsuccessful so far, and I'm guessing the runes have something to do with it.

"Pretty smart guess, if I do say so myself." Why does he have to creepily do that all the bloody time? "And yet... You seem to already know that Herobrine turned himself in. It's at the back of your mind. What else do you already know?"

I'm not really sure how you block off these rather pesky mind-readers, but I think it has something to do with not thinking. And... I just killed my theory by doing the opposite.

"Never mind it. I came here to see that you knew... and to finish off what I was trying to do before."

Shink. Did he? Did he really just pull out a sword after essentially healing me before? Narrowing my eyes, I think of the most mature way I can handle this situation. Half-smiling, I manage to spit at his shoes. Very mature indeed.

"You're worthless!" He cries out as he throws his sword at the wall behind me, and very clichély, it avoids my face by what seems like a sixteenth of a block. Don't ask me how I calculate space like that, because I don't know how I get it so accurate myself.

"Well, get on with it," I say slyly, but I can see with his calculating stare that he is already planning out his actions in advance. "Tell me why you came to see the enemy's friend... You're kind of violating that quote. Isn't it supposed to go "The enemy of my ene -""

The rest happens in a blur. Chains meet my wrists, and those chains connect to one purple rune, and one of the black fading runes, yet they are the same symbol.

"Yes," Markus says, looking completely unperturbed. "But I say that the enemy's friend can give out quite a bit of information using force." He pulls out his iron sword out of the wall (which was still shaking, by the way), which in the first place, I'm not even sure how it was stuck there the whole time.

"Yeah, but..." I trail off. "I won't be that friend."

It turns out that Markus is weak. Not only physically, but mentally as well. First, he thinks that I will actually tell him where I had found Amara (even if she is one of my own, she will still have some mark of being a hybrid, even if she is mostly human). Second, he thinks that I will give in after showing such "hostility" towards him. Fine. It kind of is hostility.

Now? Now I am sitting (kind of) against the wall, still chained. Being an Enderman, but trapped in a human's body kind of slows down the natural healing process I usually have as an Enderman. I'm just grateful right now that he didn't cut off my fabulous hair style... Kidding.

Ethan makes his way in. Before he even turns to face me fully, I can sense a shift in his emotions. Instead of his hands laying evenly down his sides, they are balled up, ready to punch anything or anyone nearby. I make sure I am as far away as possible before making any kind of move.

Ethan finally looks up at me. I study how he holds himself, finding it different than it was yesterday. His body seems to be positioned to his left, ready to take out a weapon I cannot see.

"...What's up?" I impassively ask.

"You should have answered his questions," Ethan says, growling as is he can barely control staying into his human form rather than changing into a wolf and shredding me to pieces. "Then I wouldn't have to do what I'm forced to do now."

I barely have enough time to register what Ethan is really up to when he rushes over to me and takes out his sword in one fluid motion. "This will hurt." One of his hands fly up to my shoulder to make sure I won't move, and the other one pushed down his sword, cleanly removing my hand from my arm forever.

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O.O I did not have that in plan in the outline I am going from... And yes, I have an outline, and it's written in my mind. That's all.

(Damn it! This is so short! It's not even a thousand words...)