HeroSteve

Chapter 3

Steve made a soft noise as he stirred, the sunlight hitting his face, having been creeping along the desk for a while now, just reaching his face now though, interrupting his sleep. He lifted his head and blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus. Why was he sitting at his desk again? Oh yeah... He had been reading and... His blanket was on his shoulders? He hadn't grabbed it... How had it... He paused, slowly putting two and two together, sitting there for a minute as he mulled through the options. Either it was magically put there, or...

"Was he in my house...?"

He mumbled aloud to himself, sitting back and drawing the blanket closer to himself. No other being could get through a locked door, and there was no way anyone or anything would've broken the lock on his door to just cover him up. He also definitely would've heard the lock being broken, it would've woken him up. He sighed heavily, groaning as he leaned back in the chair, letting his head fall back dramatically.

"What in the Nether do you want from meeeee?"

He whined aloud, wondering if Hero could even hear him, but hey at least it was worth a try. He wasn't sure what else to really do, so at this point asking a murderous psychopathic god what they wanted with you wasn't really that much of a stretch. He wasn't surprised when there was no answer, grumbling as he sat forwards, glancing out of the window that he was facing, pausing. He swore he had just seen a glimpse of a person...

"Oh this is just lovely."

He muttered sarcastically, getting up, letting the blanket fall onto the chair. He was honestly done at this point. Sure he was scared, but he was fed up too. He was fed up with being nervous and stressed. He marched outside, after sliding his shoes on of course, standing in the pathway, arms crossed over his chest angrily. He glanced around, but he didn't see anything, he felt like he was being watched though, he had to be here.

"What do you want with me?"

Steve asked aloud, his tone a lot more nervous than he had meant it to be, maybe this really wasn't a good idea after all...

"Are you sure you want to know the answer to that Steven?"

He spun around, his heart racing now. No one was there, but he had definitely heard that same voice from his dream. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he nearly screamed, whipping around to be face to, well, chest, with Hero. He looked up, his eyes wide, only greeted with that sharp toothed smile. He swallowed thickly, unsure of what to do now.

This had definitely been a terrible idea.

"Ocelot got your tongue~?"

Hero purred, sending a shudder through Steve. What was with this guy?

"What's it matter to you?"

Steve countered shakily, barely able to answer. Hero simply grinned, leaning closer to him, stooping down slightly so their faces were closer.

"To answer your question, I simply want you. Interpret it however you please, but that is my intention, and gods always get what they want."

He whispered huskily, smirking slightly as he moved back, Steve entirely taken aback. His cheeks flushed, his face growing hot as he stared up at Hero for the brief moment that he stayed, gone in a flash. He blinked a few times, trying to gather everything that had just occurred. Hero wanted him? What in the Nether was that supposed to mean? Did he want him like a slave or did he want him dead like a trophy? Or was it...

Oh no...

He didn't even want to think about that option. It wasn't even because Hero was a guy, it was the fact that he was crazy. Also the fact that he killed people for fun and he was probably on that list, or he was about to be. Hero was hiding now, watching him with a wide grin. This was just golden, watching him stand there, trying desperately to gather his bearings, practically squirming. He hadn't lied though, he did want Steve, and not in any way that would harm him. Well... unless you counted that, but it was a bit soon to be considering that yet.