The Brine Apocalypse

First Steps

Hero's POV

It's been a few days since I was wheeled back into the Overworld. As embarrassing as it is to have my nemesis of a brother pretend that he's the proper gentleman until we both go through a portal and start talking about how he should call that strange dimension his third dimension, I was pretty cool with it. And when I say cool, I mean that I was seconds away from banging his head against the armrest of the wheelchair. Either way, while he was facing me, I decided that I had enough and I wheeled myself back to my world, even though most of it was covered by an enderman teleporting me back to my home. Honestly, I just went straight to bed, and when I say that, I mean falling asleep in the wheelchair while in the middle of getting myself some food. Whatever those creatures gave me really tired me out. Or it could've been the wheelchair.

Anyway, back to the day that I want to tell you about. I was standing now. Pretty strong from these "steriods" that they have given me to help recover. And it really helped me. Before I knew it, I had the same strength as I had before the accident that forced me in place for an entire week. I walked into the field, showing bringing my army of "monsters" out in the open. The zombies and skeletons were completely covered with armor, along with my charged creepers. I brought a lot of zombie pigmen so if one got hurt, the entire troop will trample anyone who got in the way of the one person that ruined it. I also had my band of endermen that were around me, one of them being responsible with keeping me away from danger, if it's needed. The others are for teleporting the creepers into the crowd of busy players. The spiders will make great transportation for the skeletons and make the players fall for an easy kill with their own bodies or with their string. There were a lot other ones, including a few shulkers that I have already hidden into the battleground while dying their shells green.

I walked up to the battlefield, seeing the thousand or so soldiers ready to attack. He seriously thought that I was going to come with very few mobs? He knows that I can take out half of the players by myself. And I know the zombie pigmen will trample a quarter of them easily. It's a matter of destroying the rest of them. And that should be easy. Especially with the amount of monsters that I brought. But I think Notch will be the only hard thing that I will have to deal with.

I, at first, appear to be alone. I heard some players laughing at my loneliness. One even remarked, "hello, Lonebrine!"

"Hello, Mr. Ignorance." I practically chimed as the endermen teleported the rest of the army by troop, soon surrounding me with large groups of mobs, the zombie pigmen being the ones right in front of me, "Care for a little fun?"

The players quickly gasp at their mistake. I could easily hear Notch growl the loudest as he shouted, "ATTACK!"

Fatal mistake on his behalf.

I knew that his archers were in the back, and all it took was one arrow all the zombie pigmen would all trample the players. And just as I expected, the zombie pigmen charged the moment one of them got hit in the foot. Of course, they all had gold armor. It was all I could put on them. They wouldn't allow any other metal, of course, and leather wouldn't cut it. Or so I've heard. Oh well. You can't exactly stab through gold. You can only beat it up until it drops.

Right after them were zombies that were really hungry for player flesh. And who could ever forget the skeletons and spiders? Not me, since I was laughing as the skeletons shot into the nearest men and the endermen started teleporting creepers into the crowd. The spiders made is absolutely terrible for the players, since they kept getting stuck into the webs and falling to the ground, quickly becoming zombie food. Before I made my first move, about three hundred of them were destroyed.

I then shrugged and started walking toward the struggling army, some getting shot after being struck by a shulker that had emerged from the ground to give off the deadly punches and making them floating targets. I could only hear the excited chatter of the skeletons in my head, since my senses were filled with chaos from the players. I loved it.

It wasn't long before it was literally just Notch, an archer, and two soldiers standing. Notch growled and ran at me as fifteen skeletons shot at the other three. The air soon became thick with masculine grunts and mental swearing as our blades clashed into each other, sparks flying into the air with every slash. I almost broke out into a sweat when I slashed into Notch's knee, quickly falling down and with my foot slamming into his head, knocking him out.

Victory. It's all mine. I knew this as I made a victorious cry into the surrounding air. I laughed as Notch's blood slowly drained into the ground around him. I had defeated him, and it was that moment when their world became my dimension.

I could already see the tragedies that would come when I exposed the land to my destruction. Except I didn't know what kind of destruction I could deal in that environment.

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Birch's POV

It hurt really bad. I was standing in the room of a little girl who was recently rescued from an abusive father. I didn't have to look at her to immediately feel like crying, except that I couldn't. I wasn't designed to cry. I was designed to care.

I stumbled a little, this being the first time I was told to move beyond my stationary position as I reached for the little girl, "Elaine?"

I was immediately exposed to hatred as she yelled at me, "go away, you freak!" She then went back to staring at the wall, sniffling and holding a stuffed deer close to her chest. I knew immediately that she loved that deer. It was the only thing her mother gave her before she disappeared the next day. Or that's what the faculty told me.

I stayed in my place, now fearing that she already hated me. I shook a little, making the metal inside me clatter.

She must have noticed, because she then looked at me with tears streaming down her face. I thought she was going to shout at me again. I simply stared at her, waiting for her to unleash it.

My white-clothed family never told me how to contain this fearful side of me. What is this side of me? I would have to scan myself for it. There must be something wrong with me.

She shivered at my staring, "s-stay away!" She sounded like she expected me to attack her.

I didn't have any plans that added up to that. I knew that she was scared of me. That's why she was acting that way. I took a very quick scan, one she didn't know of, and I noticed that there was a lot more fear than there was with anger.

I slowly stumbled over to her, moving to the side so she wouldn't feel trapped. I watched as she moved to a corner of the room, shaking and crying some more. I wobbled over to her and knelt onto both knees, gently placing my hand on her shoulder and saying with my oddly monotone voice, "I don't want to hurt you. I want to help you." I made myself smile that one smile that I can naturally do. So far, that and a blank stare are the only types of expressions that I can make. I wished they have given me more, however.

A little staring occurred before a new stream of tears marked her cheeks. I was about to reach for a tissue that I had ready to use in my hip when I nearly fell back from the force of the little girl as she cried into my shoulder. Because my protective layer was waterproof, the tears simply rolled off my shoulder and onto the floor.

I just sat there for a second before I hugged back, my caring nature taking over, "it's okay, Elaine. I'm here to help you."

She sniffled immediately, "I know... I know that."

I wanted to cry with her, to show that I felt her sorrow. But all I could hope for was that the scientists took note of how unnatural that it was from behind the one-way glass, when I can see her true self, while I don't have a true side.

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Hey everyone! Now, I know it's been a while since I've updated it. And it was mostly out of boredom. Though I will have to say that there is a bit of a personal thing with this one. Take note of the name of the little girl. Elaine isn't just some character to me. There's actually a bit of a story behind that. But I don't want to burden you with it. So remember the following:

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And I will see you later nightcorists!