No Longer A Game - Sidemen FF

Chapter 14

Vikkstar123
Today's options are Minecraft, GTA, Overwatch and FIFA.

I volunteer for Minecraft tiredly, knowing that Gudjon will be there, like he has been for the past few days. Just lurking on the server.

"Are you sure?" Lachlan asks me off to the side. "It's not doing anything, you being there. It doesn't do anyone any good."

I know what he means.

I've insisted everyday since Gudjon's first arrival, upon doing Minecraft. I hate not being there, because if anyone on that server gets hurt by Gudjon, it's on my hands.

But what Lachlan means, is that I'm slipping.

Everyday, Gudjon sends a request for a comm link, and everyday I accept, hoping to get some sign as to where he might be hiding out. He never slips up, and just gets in my head instead. I spend most of my time when I'm in the lobby, upstairs in the control room. The Sidemen and Pack hate it.

"I'm fine," I say quietly. "I have to be there."

Lachlan nods, understanding, and I smile in gratitude.

"What're you doing in your house anyway?" Lachlan says less seriously. "I barely see you come out, and whenever you do, it's always on one of those searches with Pete."

My smile disappears. "You know what I'm doing." Preparing for war. "I'm gearing up."

Lachlan nods as the others start heading into the portals. "You think this will end in a fight."

I shrug. "I'm hunting him down everyday with Pete. If it doesn't end in a fight, it'll end in some sort of a struggle."

"Where have you covered so far?" Lachlan asks curiously. "On your searches?"

"We've covered at least a fifth of the world by now," I say. "There's always the chance that he's living underground, or that he constantly moves around, but there's always signs."

If he lives underground, he has to occasionally resurface. And it's easy to accidentally leave a torch or a furnace behind.

Lachlan nods, smiling. "You're actually so determined. But someone else can do it, Vikk. None of us like the idea of you going after him."

"Then we'd better find him quickly," I reply. "Come on. The others are gone."

I step into the portal and reappear in my house, at my bed. I search my house carefully, sword at the ready, scanning for any signs of Gudjondaniel. This has become my morning ritual.

When it's clear he's not here, I get to work. I move to my anvil and enchanting table and start working on my gear.

I place my sword and a book on my anvil and after a few seconds, it shimmers and the book disappears. I pick up my sword carefully and examine it.

Now, on its hilt, it reads Fire Aspect II, as well as its other enchantments.

I touch the flat of the blade lightly and immediately recoil, dropping the sword as a burning sensation goes through my entire hand.

"Fu- crap!" I nearly swear.

The burning sensation dies down and I examine my hand. It's now an angry red and is covered in splotches, and is disfigured as though I stuck my entire hand into a fire.

I smile grimly as I examine my hand. Gudjondaniel won't stand a chance.

This is my home turf. I've been doing Minecraft for years. Swordplay is my expertise. Not firing a gun, even though I'm one of the best in my group at COD. Not shooting a bow, although I have alarming accuracy. Swordplay.