Petra's POV
It was a cold, rainy night. I woke up on the side of a street with a painful stinging in my arm.
It almost felt like...
...oh, no.
I turned my head to look at it, and low and behold was a creepy purple rash spread across it.
"No," I said," Not again."
I tried to sit up straight, but it felt like my back was glued to the floor. Pain shot through me as I was pressed by an invisible force back against the ground.
I looked back at my arm and saw that the Wither Sickness was slowly creeping across the rest of my arm, onto my body. It crawled up my neck like a thousand silverfish underneath my skin. As it wrapped itself around me, I started suffocating. It simply squeezed tighter and tighter.
"HELP!" I cried with all the rest of my strength.
"Petra?" someone responded, "Is that really you?"
I choked some more and tried to answer, but the Wither quickly crawled into and around my mouth. It stung much worse than on my skin. I could taste blood start circulating around my teeth, along with the unpleasantness of the Wither Sickness.
"Who is that?" the voice asked. It was closer up, and I could tell that it was female.
"Wait, I think that's Petra!" said another voice, this one more masculine.
"No, that can't be her, she's not purple," said another male voice.
"Yeah, but what about when she had Wither?" said a fourth female.
I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't move at all without feeling bursts of agonizing pain. Well, more agonizing pain than I already felt.
"I think it's dead," said one of the male voices, the deeper one.
A shock of pain erupted from my side as I felt someone's foot hit me. I couldn't move, breath, or scream. I could feel it, though. Hard.
"Yeah, she's dead," said the first female voice.
"We don't need her anyway."
I could hear their footsteps through the rain as I laid helpless on the ground, wanting to scream and cry with all my might, but not even able to breathe.
I did my best to open my eyes and look at who was saying they didn't need me anymore. I strained my eyes into the distance and saw Jesse, Axel, Olivia, and Lukas. Eerie music began playing behind me.
"Stings, being abandoned, left alone," sang a beautiful, airy voice. She continued the verse, but my ears became blocked off by Wither and her voice slowly faded away.
The last thing I saw was something dark in front of me.
My vision became too blurry to see anything.
The Wither Sickness covered my eyes and consumed my body.
My chest started being squeezed uncontrollably. I tried to gasp, but only received a mouthful of Wither.
SNAP!
I felt a snapping coming from my rib cage, probably one of my ribs smashing.
Tears stained my eyes, but I couldn't scream.
Tension filled my body as my head started spinning. Random flashes of images began dancing in front of my eyes.
My heart rate picked up, then slowed down, until I could feel it completely stop.
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Portals- A Minecraft: Story Mode Fanfiction
FanfictionIn every world they go to, it always seems as though heroes Jesse, Lukas, and Petra always manage to put themselves at risk. Many events take place as they travel through worlds as they search for their friend Ivor and their way home. Everything tak...