Games To Life (Minecraft Youtuber fic) *Superheroes*

Chapter 10 'About Preston...'

Guess what.... It's here... here we go...

Preston's Pov

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My eyes slowly open, sleep slowly subsiding from my eyelids. The sound of medical equipment echos in the background, making me thing that I am in a hospital. What even happen-

I weakly get out of the tub and reach for my phone that is on the sink. My body is so unbalanced that I fall, knocking the device onto the floor with me. My body is sprawled out face up across the tile flooring. My contentiousness is fading in and out, meaning I'm going to black out from heat. I must have a bad fever since everything is so hot. Wait, shouldn't it be cold? Oh, whatever. I need help, now. I am in some serious pain here. If I had to describe it I would say it feels like lava being poured all over my body. Kinda ironic, but true. There is no other way I could possibly put this.

With what strength I have, I extend an arm to press the siri button. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the increasing weakness. Kinda slipped my mind. That's just another thing to add to the 'Oh Shit' list. Great... In seconds Siri pops up and asks: "What Can I Help You With?"

"Siri, call 911."

If my eyes would widen they would. I was extremely ill. My body was on fire, but not on fire. What could have caused that, because I feel fine now. My eye open a little more to see I was indeed in an all white room. That usually means I am in a hospital. Oh, but this blanket is thick and heavy, and the pillow is stiff as a board. That's unusual. The bed is also really hard. Hold up, is it made of metal!? It's made of metal! I go to sit up to look around, but I am instantly blocked by what I now see to be a metal strap. My head tilts downwards to see something that horrors me. I begin to freak out as I can now see I am being held down by not just one metal strap, but five. One across my chest, two holding down each arm, and two more holding down my feet. Who is doing this to me!? What hospital does this to their patients!? I called 911 to be helped, not to be strapped down!

The heart monitor starts to go crazy, and my skin goes hot. It begins to burn like it did when I called the ambulance, but it cools down after a second. I didn't get to see what happened to me after I passed out during that call, so the pain must have stopped after a while. That still doesn't explain the reason I'm strapped down to a metal table. I am freaking the fudge out right now! I don't deserve this!

I look around to find a way to get out of this, but there is nothing but the equipment and the door. rustling around just makes me me aggravated and mad. My skin is getting redder and redder. The sweat on my body increases to a point I never thought it could get. It get's to a point where my skin feels like it is nothing but a liquid, yet in a solid form.

While I try to figure out what is happening, three men in creepy suits run in the room. Two of the men grab one of my shoulders each, pushing me back. The third guy calmly walks over with a syringe in his hand that is full of a green substance. Oh hell no! I hate needles! That damn thing is to big!

"Calm down Mr. Arsement. This is for your own good." The man musses. He grabs my IV, and injects the substance into the line. At least he didn't put in directly into my arm. "This should help you calm down." He pulls the needle out and caps it to keep it from poking anyone else. My body goes limp and I can no longer move. What the fudge did this guy put in my system!?

"What was that, and where am I!?" I shout, heavily breathing. He turns back to shaking his head. The other two people release my shoulders and back up. Who are these lackeys? Man, I'm just a YouTuber. I didn't ask for any of these things! I wanna go home to my family. Where is my family? Do they know I'm here?

"You aren't well, Preston. Something is wrong with your body that can be very dangerous to other humans. We are going to take care of you until we can get your flames under control." I knit my eyebrows in confusion. Flames? What does he mean by flames? Is he making a pun towards my YouTube channel? What else could he mean? "Nurse's, go get some more sheets for our guest here. It seems He's scorched this set." He order the two minions. They reply with a "yes, doctor." Before walking out and closing the door behind them.

"Flames? What do you mean? Look, I don't know what game this is, but I want out! I want my family!" I ask. He better get to explaining what's happening. I am losing patience here. I know I can't move, but I sure as hell will find a way to hurt him. I will promise that.

"Your family members are the ones that put you here." He informs me. My eyes enlarges and my lip quivers.

"They would never..." I whisper to myself for reassurance. They love you Preston. There's no way that ever did this to me.

"You really don't know what's going on with your body, do you?" I shake my head. "Let me explain. Your physical form is unstable and your flesh keeps morphing to lava state. Something has given you this ability and you are too unstable to let out in public. Now, get some rest. They should bring your blankets shortly, and we are going to do some testing tomorrow." He entails, before walking out of the room. He turns the light off behind me and the second he leave I can't hold back the tears. This can't be real. A human can't form into lava. This is horrible. I don't deserve to be held down like this. Someone save me.

Jerome's Pov

"What do you mean Preston is trapped in a Government facility!?" Mitch shouts with his eyes widen. I'm with him! How could she let let this happen!? She was the one that gave us these power, yet she let him get taken by the government! Unbelievable! From what I heard, she had one job, and she failed at it!

"Now, now...There is a reasonable explanation..." She chuckles nervously.

"Bull shit, Brooke!He is trapped there because of you!" I shout, punching the wall. I may have punched it just a little too hard. I just left a fist mark in apartment wall. Everyone is so pissed they don't even question my anger a bit. They are equally as mad as I am. One of our friends have been taken because of this chick! She is also the reason we are all abnormal! How do we even save him from where he is at!?

"I know that, and I am sorry..." She starts. "...But I need help to save him! They will harm him with experiments!" She exclaims with a groan. She scrolls through her phone and taps away at the screen.

"Why are you on your phone at a time like this?" Tewtiy queries, anger laced his tone.

"I'm texting the person that's making your costumes to hide your identities. She is also making weapons and other useful things like the book Alex has."Brooke replies not so happily.

"Hold up! We never said we were going to be apart of this!" Ben howls at the young girl. She winces a bit, but keeps typing away.

"You will if you want to save your friend." She snarks.

"I hate to agree with her, but she's right." Alex sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. We all look to our friend with surprise. "If he is left there, they may kill him." I look down to the floor and think of that possibility. Could and would they kill Preston? Of course they would. They are the government. They do what they want. They've killed innocent people before. They won't halt on the idea of ripping Preston apart to see if they can make a weapon out of him.

"I know I'm right. They've killed people like Preston before. They were some of Notch's closest friends from his world. Now they are gone because your government though they were too powerful, even after they saved the world." She tells with a slight voice crack. That makes me wonder if she's been effected by those people getting hurt.

"Umm, why did you say 'your government' and not 'our government?" I ask, crossing my arms. She grumbled with annoyance.

"All the workers at Mojang are from the world of Notch, aka, the world of Minecraft. I just want you to know our world is not called Minecraft. That's a weird name to call a planet." I look to her with befuddlement just like the rest of the guys. Another planet?

"So are you all Aliens?" Ben queries. She shout loudly and dart her eyes at us. We get a real surprise when the flash an aqua color before subsiding back to their natural color. I step back in fear of what that means. I've never seen that happen before. No one has ever had glowing eyes.

"Enough with the questions!" She shout. Brooke looks up from her phone, to see we are looking at her with fear. Her face drops seeing we are scared of her. Brooke gives a long sigh. "No, we are not aliens, just... please help me get Preston." She begs of us. All of us look to one another with the same ready, go attitude. Well, more or less now, but still. I'm sure we can do this.

"We gonna do this?" Alex questions. We all give a slight nod.

"Okay, I hope we know what we are about to get into." I state out of the blue. I turn back to Brooke and raise an eyebrow. "So what weapons did you say you have?"