I looked at him, and he looked into my eyes, with a fresh rag soaked in hot water in his arms. I blushed a bit, happy for him saving my life. I would never thought I would get a friend in a world so lonely. I giggled a bit, not knowing what to say... when he wrapped it around my battle scar. It was a bit painful having something placed on my forehead, especially on the area so raw. I winced a bit, and grasped his arm while he applied the rag. His skin was so soft, not what was expected from a cold, harsh ghost. He gave me a smile, his eyes closed while he did so, like he really meant it. I gave him the return in the facial expression, so happy to see that I wasn't dead at this point.
The man, known as the most dreaded spirit in all of Minecraft, he did have a soft side, and I was glad to be the first to find out. He tied it at the back of my brunette locks, almost like a bandanna. I didn't know what to respond with. "T..Thank you..." I said with a gentle voice, raspy and worn out from not speaking for so long. "My name is... Angela... Yours?" He looked back a bit, almost depressed. Did I say something wrong? I thought. Worried and nervous.
He bit his lip before looking back, with worry upon his face. He then eyed a sign lying on top of his chest. He snatched it quickly, before pausing and staring back at me. I saw him grab a black marker before writing in such a perfect handwriting... "I cant speak... I'm dead." I shook my head to see if I read it wrong. "You cant speak?!" I mumbled... feeling almost bad for the man who attempted to end me. I then noticed where I was.
I wasn't home, that was burnt down. My eyes than widened, and I began to look around. I then started to question his intentions. "Why am I in your house?" He responded with a shrug, and I leaped out of bed and tried to bolt to the door. "I guess he's still a predator." I thought. I saw that the door was made of iron. I was angry, frustrated, and perplexed.
"Are you trying to keep me locked in here?!" He immediately started waving his arms and jumping up and down repetitively, which resulted that I turned around. I lifted one eyebrow in question. "What?!" I hollered after a few moments of silence. He went to grab the extra sign from his chest behind me, and I dumbfoundidly pushed him back, expecting him to harm me in some way.
