Underground

Chapter 29: The Story

(A/N: Hey Readers, sorry this was updated late on a Thursday... long story short, by the time it was Sunday, I was disconnected from all internet to post on Wattpad. Until now. Thank you for your patience and as given another chapter will come Sunday. Also, I'm super excited! Sunday's the last chapter of this book! At the same time it's disappointing. I shouldn't spoil though, go ahead and enter the world of books and read on!)

Angela's... gone... because of me... a role reversal I can't believe he'd stoop that low to do to me. I was devastated, and no meaning had come to my life anymore. But I couldn't give up. She would never want me to give up.

I never thought it'd feel so great to have my own limbs back though. Now I had time to think as the sun rose. I looked at my arms. Yup, they were mine. I looked at my hands. Same feel I was always used to with oil and metallic shavings. I looked at my legs. Long and slender like always. This was what I missed most. I missed having my own body, and I wish Angela's was alive to experience it as well.

Tears were trying to break the surface of my tear ducts but I kept them glued to my skin. I had enough of just crying, it did nothing to help and I had to help with something. I had to do something.

I kept a tight grip on the crowbar as I ran outside to see the morning sun. I already missed Angela again. During the time I had her... no matter how messed up the time was... I forgot she ever died.

I need answers. I got into the car and started to drive home. I will get the answers from him. That bastard will pay.

"Herobrine!" I yelled in fury as soon as I entered the front door.

"At your service." He appeared behind me.

"What's your angle?!" I asked as I turned around.

"Angle?" I glared at him from his coy remark.

"Don't act so clueless! You know what this is about!" He snickered,

"Almost to your death bed and you're still giving threats? Tsk, tsk, tsk, that won't do."

"Stop!" I commanded. He froze, but not from fear, from humor. "Is this some kind of game to you?!"

"No. The game I was in is gone from my grasp. Because of you."

"Minecraft?! This is about f#*%ing Minecraft?!"

"Not exactly, but yes." I then froze from anger, the crowbar still in my hand from Freddy's, my grip as tight as possible. He seemed to have seen it but as soon as it caught his attention I threw it like a spear at him. My target completely disappeared then reappeared in the same spot. "If you desperately want answers, I should give them. You won't be alive much longer to tell them anyways."

"Then start the story," I demanded.

"If you insist." He started. Finally. "I have a complex past that I'd rather not explain. Do you remember Jace?" I hadn't have heard that name in a long time... "It doesn't feel nice to lose your daughter, does it?"

"I-I can't-" I tried to stutter it out, but it got stuck in my throat what I was trying to say.

"You can't imagine what it's like to have your daughter taken from you? Well, not the same way I lost Jace. I don't think I could re-create the same tragedy with Angela but believe me I tried." I just stood there. "It seems you never needed a story. You already knew the reason."

"I can't... fathom how hard it must have been... I just seem to always get myself into sticky situations..."

"If it regards your job, yes. But now I'll end that for you..." my fury returned after he had the nerve to say that.

"Now wait a minute! That doesn't give you an excuse to kill off everything!"

"Not everything," He defended before he started to walk away, "just you."