Our Reality ( After The Haunted FF~EDITING)

Chapter 33: Locked Heroes

( ???'s P.O.V )
I knew that they were here. Yet they lock me in here. Thinking I would completely go insane. They weren't wrong, I have to admit. They wanted as much revenge as I, but they still kept their anger under control.
How?
Well don't ask me.
I banged my fist forcefully against the wall, the blood tracing down my fingers. I gritted my teeth.
I knew my escape from this bland room was undeniable.
I was going to get my vengeance on that bastard.
I was going to rip him, shred by shred, until I became completely satisfied.
But logically, my temper would go on for years upon years.

I sighed depressingly, dropping to my knees and burrowing my face inside.
But I knew that those kinds of things would only happen in my dreams.
He of course had to be powerful.
Questions I've had?
Answered?
Nope.
I was never content with the replies I received.
They were vague. They were oh-so-very vague, plain and simple. That made me sick to my stomach.

'Why us?'
'What did we ever do to you?' My anger rose, my head shooting up, as I swung my arm at the netherrack. My fist made contact with it, as its dust flew everywhere.
I flopped my head back down, gingerly placing my now sore hand down.

I almost never got angry. It was one of my rarest emotions. What was there to be angry about? I was perfectly fine with my life. But, of course, it was so nice of Him to take it all away.
The fact that there were others?
That had me enraged to no end.

The door slammed open, her turquoise and magenta eye were the first thing I took notice of.
She was in her new form, but I knew her identity all too well. I hadn't met the girl in real world, but a girl as kind as her, as pure, to think, fell dead towards Him.

"What? Going to let me out anytime soon?" I growled.
She jumped back.
"Well...It's not my fault!" She snapped back sheepishly.
I sighed, standing up.
"So?"
"So...what?" She asked, oblivious.
"Do you intend on letting me out?! Where is He?!"
"Ohh right...hehe," her shoulders sagged, "Armen's out. But Drake isn't. He's with...Herobrine." My eyes widen.
"What?!"
I ran out for the door, her following closely behind me. I was as I looked as a human. It happens occasionally to most of us. Something we also couldn't find a decent answer to, which irritated me. She led me down the silent corridors.
"What happened with the others?" I blurted out. The innocent girl slowed down her pace.
"They're fine. Well, alive, at least. Most of them are how they looked before they died, and they're all locked in their cells. Sage freed me from mine." She answered.
"Are you hurt?"
"Not really." I stopped, raising my eyebrows.
"Not REALLY? I find that hard to believe."
She groaned.
"I'll be alright. Let's get going. Wouldn't want Drake getting trapped now?" She teased. I huffed. She worried to much about others. It was a good trait, don't get me wrong. But it annoyed me how people like her brushed it off like nothing.
"Why are you coming to get me anyway? Didn't you all say that I would go all 'psycho' on Him?" I asked, making jazz hands when saying psycho.

She sighed, twitching.
"That's the exact reason why. Sage told me to come get you before he went to get Armen."
"Are we almost there?"
"I'd say you are." We stopped dead in our tracks. We spun around, watching the madman, playing around with a knife as casual as can be. It stained with thick red. My eye twitched.
"WHO'S-"
"Drake's. Armen's. Bard's. They got their punishment. You two are next."
I stood in front of the girl, extending my arms out in a defensive stance.
"I won't let you touch her." I was breathing heavily. He hurt them. I wanted to take the knife and go at Him.
She grabbed my arm.
"He won't be able to hurt me. You know it's not me that's really here." She whispered loud enough for us both to hear.
"But it affects yourself in the real world!" I hissed back.
"Uh, you know, I can hear you both talking."