I've Failed (a Gameknight999 Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

BRYNE'S POV:

I stand in the courtyard of the White House, with Owen, Tyler, Sam, and Jenny behind me. All of us are holding various 'weapons'- Owen had a butter knife, and so does Tyler. Sam's holding a bag of apples, and I guess she's throwing them? I don't know. Jenny had a really sharp and thin, but big, stick. And I have a plastic sword I bought from Target. We know these aren't the world's best weapons, but we still have them.

We, like Tommy, dressed like our Minecraft characters. My hair is already purple-and-blue, so all I had to do was wear all black. Sam is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and a hooded cloak from her Halloween costume last year (Raven from Teen Titans Go). Owen is wearing all orange, and he dyed his hair orange, too. Tyler is wearing a white t-shirt that says GM on it and jeans, along with golden light-up sneakers. Jenny is wearing a dark red spaghetti-strap tank top, black pants, and she also dyed her hair blue.

And we look AWESOME.

I can see Tommy on the ground behind Herobrine. His arm is trapped under a sword and he's looking pretty helpless. His eyes are closed. I thought he was dead, at first, but then I realize- he can't be dead. The only way Herobrine could've killed him is with his sword or gun, and Tommy wouldn't just be lying there, looking completely unhurt.

Then, thank God, his eyes open.

"Bryne?!" he yells.

"Tommy!" I yell back. "Don't worry... I'm right here...."

Herobrine spins around. His eyes grow to the size of dinner plates when he sees us. 

"Damn kids!" he shouts. 

"Excuse me, sir!" Jenny yells. "We are children! Do NOT use that sort of language around us!"

Tyler and Owen nearly laugh. "It could have been a lot worse," Sam whispers into Jenny's ear.

"Let Tommy go," I say, speaking calmly but firmly, "and we will not call the authorities to arrest you."

"HA!" Herobrine laughs. "You can arrest me, but they will not be able to contain me for long. And I am not letting your little boyfriend go, Galaxy. You, of all people, should know that I would never set a victim of mine free."

I look over at Jenny, who looks somewhere between angry and about-to-cry. She steps toward Herobrine, holding out her stick.

"Please," she says. "Please. I would do anything. Just let him go. I beg you, please, I would rather die than have him be killed. Can't you, for one second, feel a tiny bit of remorse for another human being? Why can't you just... be nice?"

Herobrine doesn't automatically answer this. Instead, he glances away from Tommy, and I swear I saw a tear slide down his cheek.

"Actually, Monet... that's all I ever wanted to be," he says softly. "I wanted to be normal. I was a User-that-is-not-a-User, like you, Gameknight, and Galaxy. I had lots of friends in Minecraft. But one day, my digitizer went crazy and I was transported in Minecraft for good. It had also messed up my eyes. It turned them white. Everyone thought I was a freak, a monster. Except for the mobs. They gave me advice. They told me to get revenge on those who shut me out of their lives, those who hated me because of the way I looked. And I did. As soon as I destroyed all the villagers in that village, I wanted to do it more. Eventually, it started to mess with my mind. I became evil. But... sometimes, I get flashbacks to my old life and wish I could go back to it."

I look closer at his eyes. They're starting to dim. Then for probably around four seconds, his eyes weren't plain white anymore. They had red pupils. Then, the whiteness returned to its usual brightness.

"But I can't go back," he says. "Not now. I have something I need to do."

Tommy attempts to stand up and run away, but Herobrine sees him. 

"Oh, no, you don't," he growls, and he fires the gun.

The world may have well fallen into slow motion at this point. I stand there, watching the bullet fly towards Tommy's face, unable to do anything.

But I can do something.

I drop my sword and sprint towards Tommy. He's standing there, terrified, staring at the bullet that would kill him. 

And then, just as the bullet was a near foot away from Tommy, I leap in front of him, letting the bullet practically shatter my chest.

Unbearable pain radiates throughout my entire body. The bullet tears through my chest, leaving a huge hole and gets stuck in the middle of my chest, unable to get out.

My legs give out, and I fall to the ground, clutching my chest. My hair spreads across the ground, and my sweatshirt is getting redder and redder by the second. Through my squinted eyes, I see that Herobrine is gone. He must've left. 

Tommy kneels down over me, holding onto me. As he stares at me, I feel one of his tears drop down onto my face. 

"B-Bryne?" he whispers.

I try to respond, but clearly, the bullet's impact has made it impossible for me to even groan. 

"Bryne... don't leave me..."

I want to say, "I'll never leave you" but I can't.

"Bryne...I love you."

And that is the last thing I hear before I black out. 

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Hey, guys... *sobs* I'm sorry for making this chapter so unbelievably depressing. I can't even handle it myself. The worst part was that Google Play Music kept giving me the saddest songs while I was writing it.

I need some writing advice, tho.

Should I make Bryne die or not?

I know it sounds awful, but my sister requested I should do it. I don't want to trust a seven-year-old's advice, so that's why I'm asking you.

PS: If any of you are sobbing as hard as I am, I strongly recommend you go to a different room before your device breaks.

-BryannaBryne890