I've Failed (a Gameknight999 Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Hey guys! Can you believe we're already on Part 2?! I'm doing a lot better job than I thought I would, considering this is my first Wattpad book.

And, you guys- 219 reads, 25 votes, and 112 comments?! I can't believe this! All of you who have read and commented on this story- Diamond, NightGirlGamer, Sketchascene, and DeciphertheCipher, particularly you guys- you are officially some of my favorite people ever. It may not seem this way, but your helpful (and hilarious) comments have made it possible for this book to be better than I ever thought it could be.

Thank you again for all the support, and thank you for sticking with Tommy, Bryne, and the whole gang at their most struggling moments.

-BryannaBryne890

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PART 2:

TOMMY'S POV:

My hand still clutching Bryne's, I pick up the remote and shut the TV off. Herobrine's voice was still ringing in my ears. He actually took over America, and now he's gonna shut my friends and me in some WW2 torture camp. This is insane. And all of Congress is dead? Every person who has the authority is dead. Everyone. I should be able to stop him, but the shock of everything that has happened to me in the past two days is still stabbing at me like a knife. I can't concentrate on fighting and escaping when there's a tornado of sadness, anger, and fear swirling around inside my head.

Dr. Carson stared at me. "That guy... he shot Bryne? And when he said Gameknight999... was he talking to you?"

"Yeah, he was," I say not really sure why I'm telling this to some doctor lady. "He hated me. His sole purpose in life was to A) take over the world and B) destroy me. When he shot Bryne, he was really trying to shoot me, and Bryne blocked it." I take a deep breath. "It's my fault he took over. I couldn't have stopped him. I've failed. I failed! Once again, I have failed to get rid of him!" I was on fire now. "Every time I fight him, I lose! Every time I think I've won, he always gets the better of me! No matter how hard I try, I always fail! Why do I always lose?! Why does he always win?! WHY DO I ALWAYS FAIL?!?!"

The huge tornado of feelings had been released, and now it was swirling around the room. "I- I just- I'm so afraid." My voice was now cracking as I tried to stop myself from crying, even though I was already shaking with fear and anger. "He's already nearly killed my friend. I can't imagine what he'll do to us when we're under his complete control. Since he's the president of the US and he's destroyed the people who usually make the rules, there aren't any laws holding him back, so he can do whatever the heck he wants to us, and he can get away with it."

I had started to cry about halfway through my monologue, so Dr. Carson sits down next to me and pets my hair.

"Don't worry," she says. "The good news is, you can't be the only one who doesn't want to take this lightly."

"How?" I ask.

"That was that dude from Minecraft, right?"

I look up. "How'd you know?"

"My daughter's obsessed with finding him. She was with you when you brought Bryne in here. Her name's Kelsea."

WHAT?! "Really? She never told me that!"

"Yeah," says Dr. Carson. "Anyway, what I mean is, there are tons of people who play Minecraft and are probably super shocked and angry. Kelsea was in a club of thirty-seven people who actually called themselves the Herobrine Hunters. So all of them will want to fight. I know everyone in Kelsea's club. None of them, not even that kid who's only seven, will take this lightly. Plus, these people don't have to know who Herobrine is to be angry. I'm sure the entire country, if not other parts of the world, is furious. Maybe other countries' armies will want to fight against Herobrine."

"They'll lose," I say automatically, trying not to sound like a downer while still telling the truth. "I've seen the way Herobrine commands his armies, he had about six of them when he was still in Minecraft. Even with all of the NPCs in the game, Bryne and I still couldn't defeat him."

"Yeah, but all of the countries' armies? Against his? Don't you think we'd at least have some sort of chance?"

I think about this for a moment. "Yeah, I-I guess."

But I think about it some more and say, "but we live in America. This is our country. If everyone is against us, won't people, like, drop bombs on us and try to blow us up or something? We could all get wrecked."

"Any country that Herobrine rules is not our country," Dr. Carson says bravely.

I stand up. "You're right," I say just a firmly. "If I am a prisoner of my own president, I refuse to call this country my own. He will most of the world against him. I will do anything to make sure he's beaten- for good. I don't care what happens to me, as long as we win this new war."

"Are you sure you want to fight him?" Dr. Carson asks. "You're just a kid."

"And he's an idiot," I say. "This is what Bryne would've done. I will fight, I will make it through Camp Thunderbolt, or whatever it is, and I will not stop persevering until one of us is dead. The only thing I can do now is wait until that coward is brave enough to capture me, and he better believe I will put up a fight, because I will not come quietly!" I stomp my foot.

Dr. Carson is staring at me with a fierce glint in her eyes. "You are so much like my daughter, Thomas," she says. "If I didn't know that you and Bryne are obviously in love-" my face turns red at this, I didn't know we were that obvious "-you would really like each other." She turns back to Bryne and her face turns solemn. "But Bryne is dying, and if I don't start soon, she might not remain alive. She might even be dead now."

"D-DEAD?!" I yell. "NO!"

I run over to her. I immediately put my hand on her chest. Dr. Carson was right; her breathing was a lot slower and lighter than before, and her heartbeat was slowing down.

"No..." I whisper, leaning on top of her. "Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. I beg you, God, please don't let her be dead!!!"

As a tear streams down my face, I hear someone speak. The voice cracked with weakness and pain, but it is still recognizable.

"Tommy, who told you I was dead?"

I look up. There, staring back at me, her beautiful blue eyes shining in the moonlight that peeks through the hospital window, is Bryne, fully alive, and only weakened and bloodied. She looked like she was the only survivor of a war. Her chest was redder than it was tan, and her face was pale. Her purple-and-blue hair was a mess- it had a ton of dirt and blood in it- and her eyes seemed a bit faded, but she was alive.

Bryne smiles and says, "I knew you wouldn't give up on me, Tommy."

And then, before I'm even ready to scream, "YOU'RE ALIVE!", Bryne pulls me close to her across her bed and kisses me right on the lips.

I pull away, shocked. But then, I realize that I had been waiting to do that for about ten years, and I lean right back in and we fully kiss each other again.