The Mark Of the Nether (A Minecraft fanfiction)

Twenty One Questions

A/N: Not Twenty Øne Piløts, just to be clear.

Piper's POV:

"You're just going to ignore me, aren't you?" I asked.

No answer.

I sighed, "Fine, works for me."

I didn't bother unpacking, why do it if we just have to run again. All I did was hide my backpack under my bed. When we had walked in I had managed to fit my bow in my bag (thanks to the enchantment) and the arrows in a pocket. Then Sav had helped me put the sheathe under my hoodie and we hid the sword under that as well. The others all had their own ways of hiding their weapons, it wasn't too common to have one in good condition after running away fro an attacked village, after all.

I grabbed the book and kept in in the hoodie my hoodie, pulling the strings so it stayed there.

"Hey, where's the bathroom?" I asked Morgan. She was laying on her back reading a book. "C'mon, you gotta at least tell me that!" She rolled her eyes and turned her back on me.

"Two doors up from this one." Morgan muttered. My eyes widened. "You're a mess." She added for good measure. Any other day I would've reacted differently, but today I had to agree.

I had been struck by lightning, touched fire, killed some Rebels, and fled from Notch's freaking castle through underground catacombs. It'd be a miracle if I didn't look like a mess.

"Thank you, I try." I smiled genuinely just to get on her nerves, which I guess doesn't make it that Genuine, and left the room. When I reached I went in and locked the door, immediately going for the mirror.

Yikes..

My eyes widened.

My clothes were completely dirty, as expected since we had been sleeping in the forest. My clothes had tears in them all over, traveling my skin and lines of dried blood on it. My hoodie had dirt marks all over the bottom over it. There were also burn marks on my sides from the lightning strike.

Now,  my face was just as bad. Some of the tips of my hair were singed by the electricity, although it was only noticeable in the blonde and light auburn parts. There were small white scars littered around my face. Not too many, but still enough to be noticeable. I didn't even realize I got them.

Finally was the thug that stuck out the most.

My nose.

It was crooked, bending slightly to the left side. And when I say slightly, I just mean it was little enough not to cause a problem, it was still painfully obvious.

Well, I guess I'll always remember the day Echo got me with her left hook.

I touched it and winced a little. It was still a bit sore, but even after that I doubted it would go away.

Oh Bob is going to kill me when I get back.

Just then I felt a pang go through my heart.

If I get back, that is..

'Piper...'

Ghastly dragged my name out, getting louder as he went.

'Yeah?'

'Micha did something..'

'Whaddaya mean, "Micha did something"?'

'I mean she did something and you should probably go find her before one of the residents do.'

It took me a second to realize he meant the Safe House residents. I guess since they didn't live here, for now we couldn't call Echo, Donnie, Eli, Quinn, Ace and Merlin the residents anymore. That would be Ziggy, and Kennedy and everybody else.