We Meet Again... (A Minecraft Story; Sequel to Real Or Not?)

Chapter 15 - Oh Come ON!

Becca's POV

As I came to, I could feel that my eyes were open, but I couldn't see.

You know how they say that the eyes are the pathway to the soul?  Well, this is a defense mechanism to protect your soul.  Since all the consciences were preoccupied, your eyes went pure black to protect yourself from outside essences getting in.

Weird.

Slowly, I felt my vision return.  I was on my back on the ground.  It was a really hard ground.

After a bit, my vision was fully cleared.  I sat up and groaned loudly.  My whole body felt like it hadn't been used in weeks.

I looked around and growled.

Why...?  Just why...?  I just got freaking done with that messed up battle.  Why the fudge am I in a cage?!?

The cage appeared to be in a corner of the room I was in.  There was a chair and desk not too far to the right of me.  I suppose I was in an office of some sort.

I grabbed one of the bars and pulled myself up.

Deja vu, huh....

Yeah....  Now how do I get out?

I walked to one side of the cage and peeked at it.  There were no locks nor doors.

I walked to the other end and saw the door.  The lock required a key, though.

I searched my inventory for anything useful.  The only things I had were an apple and a bottle of water.

I frowned.  Wait....  You don't think...?

Red?

Oh God.  Not that b***h.

I chuckled lightly at Becky's response.

...That was an interesting battle.  I still can hardly grasp the fact that Rebecca's gone.  For good.

She did say she'd be back.  Aren't you a little worried of that response?

Come on, Rebekitah.  You know about the Sub-conscious cage.  What goes in NEVER comes out.

...I'm not gonna stop worrying, though....

You do you, Rebekitah.

I sigh-moaned and sat down, my knees pulled into my chest and my back against the wall.

Time to wait for who knows how long....

*TIME SKIP OF WHO KNOWS HOW LONG*

I was on my side, facing the outside of the cage.  My eyes were closed, but I wasn't asleep.  I was thinking.

I then heard the only door to this room open.  A faint, horribly familiar chuckle rang through the air.

Red....

Red....

Red....

I considered sitting up and growling at him, but then thought better of it.  I wanted to see...well, hear if he says something.

Red's POV (as he walked in)

I opened the door to my office and saw Becca still out on the floor.  I chuckled lightly as I shut the door.  Her eyes were closed, meaning she should awake soon.

I stared at her.  I stared at her dirty-blonde hair splayed all over the place, the way her tiny hands twitched in her sleep, the semi-smile, semi-frown on her face.  To be honest, she looked adorable.  And painfully familiar....