Cruel but Gentle - Herobrine X Steve

Chapter 2

Once Steve reached the entrance to the cave once more, the sun was already setting, making the sky a beautiful mixture of orange, pink and dark blue.

"Damn." He muttered quietly to himself. "I didn't think I was in there the entire day." He began to sprint home, not wanting to be out at night.

Once he reached his house, he ran in and slammed the front door behind him, preventing the creepers that were chasing him from getting inside. Panting loudly from sheer exhaustion, Steve flopped down onto the floor. Right now he couldn't be bothered to walk another step so he just laid there until his breathing became regular again.

Steve got up slowly off the floor and made his way up his stairs. The creepers had lost interest a while ago so he decided to call it a night and get some rest. He climbed into red covers and snuggled in underneath them, closing his eyes and submitting himself to the comfort of sleep.

Well he would submit himself if he could. Truth be told, something felt off and that something was big enough to prevent Steve from getting any rest. He couldn't quite think of what would be keeping him up. Maybe it was the memory of that nightmare. Or maybe he just wasn't tried enough...no he was defiantly tired.

The howl of a wolf filled the quiet atmosphere. Steve jolted out of bed. It sounded like it was in pain. He grabbed his iron sword, which was next to his bed now, and rushed outside quickly into the cold, dangerous night.

Steve made a mental note to make himself some warmer clothes. He was freezing and his thin teal t-shirt didn't help matters. The whistle of wind could be heard in the trees. Then a hiss from behind him. He swung his sword and managed to cut a creeper's head off. A creeper only moments from exploding. He sprinted into the nearby oak forest.

The wolf howled again, only this time weaker but it seemed to be getting closer. Steve dashed towards the sound, dogging arrows and swipes from the mobs around him. The howl faded into whimpering.

Then Steve saw it, lying on the floor with a small pool of thick, crimson blood slowly dripping out of its left back leg. There was a arrow wedged into the wound. The sight pained him. 'Who would do this to a poor wolf?' He thought. He looked around and was surprised to see no hostile mobs. The wolf had a dirty but beautiful, grey coat with a beige mussel.

Trying his best not to startle the injured wolf, Steve slowly crept up to it. The wolf spotted him and growled defensively. It then tried to get up, no doubt to chase Steve away, but, when it stood on its wounded paw, it yelped loudly in pain and fell back down to the grassy floor.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Steve reassured the wolf softly. "I want to help." The wolf looked at him with its head tilted slightly, as if confused by his words.

Steve took another couple of steps toward the wolf and it growled again but made no further action. Steve kneeled down and inspected the wound.

"The arrow looks like it's in pretty deep..." He muttered quietly. "I'm going to need my med kit." Steve looked at the wolf with a soft expression, seeing it's chocolate brown eyes for the first time. "I want to fix up your wound but I can't without my med kit." He explained slowly to the wolf. "Can I carry you to my house?"

The wolf seemed to be thinking. As if it understood every word Steve said. There was a distant hiss of a Creeper which seemed made the wolf decide much faster. It nodded its head.

"Y-You understand me..?" Steve asked in amazement. He had never met any mob that could knew what he was saying before. The wolf nodded again, I bit more anxious this time as the hissing seemed to be getting nearer. Steve lifted the wolf gently off the ground, careful not to touch the wound or the arrow, and headed towards his house as quickly as he could while carrying the wolf.

As Steve ran out of the forest and into the clearing his house resided, he noticed the hostile mobs surrounded him. Like they were waiting for him. The mobs never acted like this before but thinking about that had to wait; he needed to get the wolf past and into his house without dying. He only had one problem; he couldn't grab his sword while holding the wolf and there were a lot of mobs.

The hostile mobs hadn't attacked yet. That was uncanny. A confused Steve watched as they exchanged grunts and hisses. He tried to sneak past them. A skeleton looked him straight in the eye and loaded it's bow. Steve paid no head and ran for his life, dashing back home, the injured wolf still in his arms. The other hostile mobs noticed this and all began chasing after Steve relentlessly. He could hear them getting closer. He reached his house, swung the door open and basically threw the wolf inside. The wolf luckily landed safely on the soft rug but yelped in shock. Steve sprinted inside and slammed the door shut behind him, pushing his body onto the door in a attempt to stop the zombies, that were now banging on it, from getting in. He was panting heavily, mentally praying to Notch the door will hold.

It took about ten minutes of Steve's heavy breathing and the wolf's quiet whimpers but the hostile mobs eventually gave up. Steve let out a sigh of relief and made is way over to the wolf.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked. "I didn't hurt you when I threw you inside the house, did I?" The wolf shook it's head. "Thank Notch...one second." He hurried upstairs and into his bedroom where his medication kit resided. After he grabbed it, he whisked back downstairs, kneeling down next to the wolf. He opened the med kit and took a deep breath. "I need to remove the arrow...and it's going to hurt." The wolf barked quietly then nodded it's head.

Steve carefully grabbed the arrow and the wolf winced. Steve gave the wolf sorrowful look then quickly yanked the arrow as hard as he could. The arrow flew out of the wound causing the wolf to howl in terrible pain and more blood started to pour out of the wound. Steve reacted quickly and wrapped bandages tightly around the open wound.

Once he finished treating the wolf's wound, Steve cleaned up all the blood on his oak floor, put the wolf on his sofa and rolled up the now stained rug. He'd need to wash off the blood at the nearby lake tomorrow. Steve sat on the floor, in front of the sofa, and smiled in a friendly way at the wolf.

"You're a girl?" He asked, only just noticing the wolf's gender. The wolf nodded. "Can I give you a name?" The wolf barked what Steve guessed to be a yes. He thought for a moment. "How about...Dusky?" The wolf happily licked Steve's face and Steve chuckled. "Dusky it is then."