HeroSteve

Chapter 2

Running. He was running. His feet were flying beneath him, stumbling along as he tripped over himself. He felt he just had to run, something was chasing him and he didn't know what it was, but then again he wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was either. He was terrified, and he only mustered up enough courage to steal a glance over his shoulder, and in that moment all that courage left him, the moment he saw those glowing white eyes behind him. It was that man....

I have a name Steven, you should use it sometime.

His eyes widened as he turned back to what was ahead of him. God his voice sent chills through him. It was low and smooth and had a bit of a growl to it, and it was rather disturbing to hear, especially when he was running away from him. He huffed, trying desperately to fill his lungs with enough air, especially since they were burning from the exertion. His legs were beginning to ache, but he was running for his life, he couldn't stop... He just couldn't...

Who ever said I was trying to kill you Steven?

Steve growled weakly to himself, pushing himself harder, trying to run faster through the trees, avoiding them here and there, and then suddenly there was another body beside his, and he stole a glance over, it was to his left, and saw Hero... floating? He was floating beside him?! How in the Nether was he doing that?! And how was he keeping up?! A grin spread across Hero's face, showing off his sharp teeth.

And then he hit a tree.

He bolted up in his bed, gasping as he clutched at his chest, his breathing shaky. He glanced over, his eyes fixed on the planks that made his floor, and sighed in relief. He was in his home, and he was safe. He must've really been startled by what happened yesterday for him to have a nightmare like that... Especially over a children's tale. He sighed, noticing it was getting light outside, so he figured he would just get up now, he would be getting up soon anyways.

He grumbled softly as he got up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, muttering to himself as he stood, walking over to the chest that held his clothes and dressing himself, trudging down the stairs. He decided he would go through his inventory bag, since he hadn't gotten a chance to last night, since... No, no it could not have been real. It was just much too absurd an idea. Herobrine was like the boogeyman, he kept children behaving, that was it.... Wasn't it?

"C'mon Steve, you're a grown ass man, it was just your imagination."

He mumbled to himself, more to affirm that everything would be okay. He had to assure himself, otherwise it would be on his mind all day. It would be anyways though, he was just that kind of person. He located his bag, having just tossed it into his storage room the night prior. He had been in a bit of a rush... He scooped it up, digging through and separating the ores from the stone, he had even been lucky enough to find a few pieces of lapis.

He set aside the stone in one chest, situating the lapis in a nearby chest that also held other precious resources like iron and gold. He put the iron ores into his furnace, and wandered from the room, bag dragging on the ground behind him as he set it outside of the doorway. He stretched carefully, wandering to the kitchen to get himself some food, needing to sit and think, and what better time than while he was eating. He got himself some milk, and an apple, sitting down and taking a bite of the fruit, chewing thoughtfully.

What had actually happened? And had he really seen Herobrine? He wasn't sure about either of those questions, but he had to think of a logical explanation... He must've just been extra tired... That had to have been it... The only problem was, he didn't really believe himself. So much for just convincing himself it was nothing... But the issue was, if it really had been Herobrine... Why was he bothering with him? Had he done something wrong? He hadn't disturbed any oddities while he was mining, leaving the rooms alone, at least the ones that looked too perfect to be natural.