Minecraft: a Novel

Chapter 38

"No way," Jane gasped. "Baccas are extinct."

"Obviously not," the one named Jerome said, waving his hand around to the "baccas" in the clearing.
"And what is Mitch doing here?" Ben asked. "Mitch as in BajanCanadian right?"

"The one and only," Mitch said, looking proud.

"I thought all the baccas died in a battle with you. The battle of Crafted forest. You were the only survivor, Mitch."

"Well, myths aren't always true are they?" Mitch said. "I decided to leave Nexus city and the mini-games for a while and hang out with my biggums. Now who are you guys?"

"The HH," Ben said.

Mitch looked amused and asked, "What does that stand for?"

"That's for us to know and you to not find out," Jane told him.

"So what's your mission?" Mitch asked.

"Why do you want to know so much?" Ben asked.

"The happenings of their forest obviously," Lora said to her brother, giving him a look. "It's not as though they aren't on our side. They obviously are." She turned to Mitch. "We want to stop Herobrine from destroying the world."

"That's a bit far outreached a goal," Mitch said, "at least for a couple of kids."

"We're more intelligent than you think," Jane said, looking annoyed.

"Maybe so," Mitch said as though he'd just like to wrap it up. "However, we've got to go."

"I've got a clan to attend to," Jerome reminded them.

"You're just leaving then?" I asked. This bacca had just saved our lives. Or mine at least. Why would they just leave? They didn't even demand any kind of payment for their services.

"Pretty much," Jerome said, hefting his axe over his tuxedoed shoulder.

"Why'd you save us?"

"Because I hate your father," Jerome said, kicking the bundled up man. My father grunted. Gregor hoped he couldn't wield the DBR in that position.

Jerome whistled. There was a sudden pounding of feet and as soon as they'd arrived, they left. All the baccas and Mitch were gone.

"So what now?" Ridge asked.

"Do we take him back to headquarters?" Grace asked, nodding at my father.

"Turn him in?" Ben suggested.

"To the police?" Jane asked.

"Duh."

"Do what you want," I said suddenly, "but we shouldn't kill him."

Everyone paused for a second until Ben said, "Gregor," he looked at me compassionately, "your father's done some pretty bad things. And he needs to be punished."

"I know, but he doesn't need to be punished through death," I said, looking at my father. The nearly lifeless body. Unrecognizable. This was the man who'd raised me. The man who'd doomed our family. "I think death is too merciful for him. He's going to have to live with himself."

The HH, Ridge, Preston, Xiro, and the wither looked at me. I was young, but I was a hero. Trying to save Minecraft from Herobrine who was a bane and a scourge to the world. And now I was protecting the world from my own father.

"I think Gregor should be in charge," Grace said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, shocked.

"You should be the second in command," Jane agreed.

"I-I" I began.

"You should help with our mission," Jane said. "The mission of saving the world.

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