The Beginning Of The End -A GK Fanfic-

Chapter 27 What I Would Do, To Trade Places With You.

Hunter's POV

    Gameknight shrieked out in agony, from behind the single block of stone. What is Herobrine doing to him! I thought angerly Gameknight... no..why you..why is it always you.. He screamed again, his voice sounding more hoas, more tired. Herobrine laughed macanicly as Gameknight continued to scream. "How long has this been going on Ba-Jen?" Crafter whispered, worried for his friend. Ba-Jen looked at the ground a depressed look on her face, tears in her eyes. "A long time.. it's hard to tell if it's day or night from down here but.. Herobrine stared to torture him before we even got here, ever since he woke up from after he almost escaped." She said, silence followed her words, "Is it just me or is Gameknight getting quieter.." my sister mumbled.

    I pressed my ear up ageist the stone, qickly picking up on words. "Stop.. stop it.. get your hands of me..." I heard Gameknight mutter weakly, Herobrine chuckled. "Ummm...I qight enjoy doing this..and no I'm not stopping.. do you really want me to stop..that badly" a pause, Gameknight probably nodded. "fine then." Then I heard Gameknight scream out in pain. My eyes watered, the things that I whoud do to trade places with you... his screaming continued for hours on end.

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      I was jolted from my half sleeping state by Herobrine's boming voice. "I better check in on the physical world, don't go anywhere!" He laughed cruelly, "Oh ya, you can't." I then herd him TP away. I looked at everyone, we all nodded in unison, we're braking Gameknight out of here. Digger mined a qick one block doorway then raced though it, the rest of us qickly followed. Gameknight was chained up his feet hanging off the ground, his head way hanging down; his face was blood red, and his skin was extremely pail, paler then Crafter's when the Shadow of Evil was inside of him, he almost had no color to his skin at all.

   Gameknight as well as the intire room was covered in something red, its the same thing I saw leaking out of him in the Land of Dreams those many weeks ago; Herobrine had called it blood. Their was all kinds of weapons scattered all around the room, each of them were covered in blood, some more then others. So much blood...to much..

  I rushed to Gameknight as quickly as I could while the others went all over the room, looking for anything that may be useful. Gameknight was breathing heavily, I saw his chest rising and falling fast but shallow. He was out of breath, and his shirt was off, exposing his bloody chest. I blushed slightly before shaking the feeling out of my head, now is not the time. His chest had many gashes, all of which were still bleeding, some looked old but Herobrine had reopened the wounds.

   The chines that held Gameknight up by his arms fell, Digger had broken them, dropping Gameknight as well. He fell into my awaiting arms, not moving. "Gameknight?" I asked, shaking his shoulder lightly, as everyone rushed over to us. Gameknight still didn't move, his breathing had calmed down, but it was still shallow. "Is Gameknight okay? Herder asked. I nodded slightly, "I think he's fine, he's just unconscious, he's still breathing." I said staring at Gameknight's face, longing to see his stunning blue eyes, though I'm starting to fear that they will never open again. The thought of him dieing ran through my soul like a lightning bolt, I can't think of a world with out him, if it wasn't for him.. I would be dead by now and would have never reunited with Stitcher. If Gameknight were to die... every NPC whould give up fighting. That can't happen.. never..

     "We should get moving Herobrine's bound to come back soon, we don't want to be anywhere close when he returns and finds Gameknight gone." I said, picking Gameknight up, his head resting on my shoulder. "I agree, let's get out of here." Crafter exclaimed, rushing out into the tunnel that Digger had carved to get us here undetected. I followed, Digger the last one though and closing up the passage behind him. We ran out of Olympus Mons, mounted ower horses and road away, into the night, that was slowly starting to rise.

Hopeing That Thay Would We Able To Get Away, And That The One Who Made Them Come Together, Their Glue, Would Survive The Night, And Through Many Horrors That Were Bound To Come.