End

Chapter 5

End clenched his jaw as the stinging rain pattered over his wounds. He held Steph, now unconscious, in his arms. If Steph passed out a second sooner, the teleportation wouldn't have worked, leaving Steph there, while End continued through the failed process.

They were out of the desert, in a hilly biome, a small cave in the side of a hill. End grunted as he pulled Steph through the horrible rain. All of his instincts told him to run, teleport, or even hold Steph above him, blocking out the rain. It took all of his willpower not to.

He sighed with relief as he entered the cave, shielding him from the rain. He rested Steph comfortably against the floor, while he rested against the wall next to her. End closed his eyes, trying to expel the pain from his hits.

"The human! Get the human!" The king had yelled as Steph started crawling towards him.

End remembered her shrieks of agony that sent shudders down his spine. If only I could heal her now. Curse the magic of Ender! Blood was now soaking through her white shirt, and he could do nothing to stop it.

"Leave the disgrace and take the human back to the base!" King Ender the 4th yelled.

"No!" End had yelled, escaping from the guards and over bloody, broken Steph.

He remembered how the king insulted him and Steph, telling End how is family was executed for raising him. ""No, don't kill us! We never liked him! He is a disgrace to the Enderman race!" they had shouted before we killed them." Ender the 4th chuckled.

End was as mad as Steph was, only he refused to show it.

He remembered when he was a young Enderman, 20 years old, or 10 to Steph. Endermen live as twice as long as humans.

"Eat your pork, End!" his mother told him kindly

End looked down at his pork chops , stomach growling, but he knew he had to save one of them. He had eaten a half of one already, and was eager to finish it. He looked up at his parents, hungrily eating their pork, concentrating on their plates.

End quickly sneaked the extra pork chop under the table, and set it on his leg. He looked back up at his parents, who did not notice. He ate his last pork chop, then went up to his room.

"I have English homework," he told his parents, "I want to get it done with."

When you first go to school at age 6, they teach you how to speak Ender, once you master that, you learn English. In high school, you can optionally learn every race's language.

He wanted to speak English fluently, so he could communicate with the humans every night. Hiding the pork chop with his body, he strolled to his room, and shut the door. He set the pork chop on his counter, while he studied English.

It was about 1 AM when End finally heard his parents go to sleep. He was exhausted, but he had to do this. He grabbed the pork chop, and snuck out of the house.

He would've teleported, but he hadn't mastered teleportation yet, and did not want to risk failing. He carefully avoided stepping in the guard's line of sight, to the barracks where humans were trapped. Large stone walls 50 blocks high towered above the city, rows and rows of streets with shops, schools, and living quarters were inside them. Barracks where usually next to torture buildings, and his house was near one.

Every day the torturers took half the humans, tortured them, then put them back. The next day, they would take the next half, and repeat. Barracks were all over the city, each of them holding about 30 humans each.

The symbol for the city was a bloody, screaming human. It disgusted End as soon as he learned about it, but never told anyone. He didn't have any friends in school, all of his classmates called him "nerd" for getting good grades. It didn't bother him at all, for he hated anyone that supported the idea of torturing. His parents were different, the idea bothered them, but they went along with it, in fear of getting tortured themselves.

As soon as he saw the king, basking in glory as the people of his city cheered on the idea of torture, End vowed that he will kill this man. Whether it be the last thing he did, he would kill him.

He entered the iron door that was the barracks, and split the large pork chop into 27 pieces, that's how many humans there were. Each piece was the size of a human knuckle. He gave each piece to each of the starving humans.

"Thank you so much, Enderman." one of the humans said. He nodded back.

And back to the day, 2 years ago, were he was banished. He was 38, or had the mind of a 19 year old.

He opened the iron door, and whispered in, "Come on! Follow me!"

32 humans streamed through, quiet as mice, as End led them to the wall. He removed a block, and humans slipped under it, sobbing with relief, saying "Thank you".

Half of the humans had gone through when he heard someone shout, "Hey!"

Cold dread filled End, they had seen him. For the first time in 38 years, they had caught him.

"Go, go, go!" He yelled at the remaining humans, but the king was here, and a guard ripped the block out of his hands, quickly replacing it. Only 8 humans were left.

"Go get guards to recapture the humans, and then gather the city. I want them to see this," he looked at End with hatred, End glared back, "this traitor."

The king had shut off his teleportation, and he could not teleport within the city. They were at town square, End, his parents, the king, and a few guards were up on stage. The whole city was below him, murmuring excitedly.

"Please don't kill End!" His frantic mother had cried, "My baby!"

He told his mom in an undertone, "I will get revenge one day, I will get revenge on him." That caused her to cry in his shoulder. A rare sighting, seeing an Enderman cry, they were a race of power, and it is rare for an Enderman to cry. They hide emotions very, very well.

The curtains opened. King Ender the 4th said into the microphone, "It is late. You are probably wondering why I have summoned you. Tonight, your friend here, End, has been letting humans escape."

Horrified gasps went through the crowd. Some Endermen were yelling "Traitor!" End glared at them, sickened to the core.

"And that is why we will banish him." The king said lazily. Cheers rose as End's mother cried into his father's shoulder harder.

The king walked up to End, and whispering in a voice so low, he could hardly hear it over the crowd.

"I will find every human on this world, every human you help, and I will torture them like there is no tomorrow." Grabbed his arm, teleported End into a plains, then teleported away, in a matter of 5 seconds.

End opened his eyes, It was nearing dawn again, he had slept through all of the afternoon and night, Steph still out cold. She was still alive, which End was thankful to Notch for, but she was bloody, bruised, and broken. The blood had soaked through her shirt, leaving a large crimson stain on her white Tank. Her jaw was twisted, and she had several nasty bruises.

End re-positioned himself on the wall, and waited for her to awaken.