Possessed: A Gameknight999 Fanfiction (sequel to I've Failed)

Chapter 1

TOMMY'S POV:

"JENNY...ARE YOU EATING MY CHEETOS?!"

I stand at the bottom of the stairs, staring furiously up at the balcony. Jenny runs out of my room-MY ROOM!!!- with orange stuff all over her fingers and mouth. She looks guilty. Taking a deep breath, she says, "uh... no?"

"You're lying!" I say, wagging my finger at her.

"Fine, you caught me!" Jenny says grumpily. She throws the half-eaten bag of Cheetos over the balcony. "But I'm starving! I haven't eaten a decent meal in like, a whole month!"

"We had chicken and rice for dinner last night," I remind her. "If you hadn't eaten in a whole month, then why didn't you eat dinner last night?"

"I hate chicken and rice!" she yells. "You know that, Tommy! I would rather starve than eat it!"

"Well, you should've asked Mom for some peanut butter crackers, not have eaten MY secret Cheetos!"

"Wait... were you supposed to have those? You weren't, were you?"

Oh, shoot.

"MOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!" Jenny screams in the classic annoying-little-tattletale voice. "TOMMY HAS CHEETOS IN HIS ROOM THAT HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE! YOU SHOULD BAN HIM FROM PLAYING MINECRAFT FOR ELEVEN-MILLION YEARS!!"

"Jenny, leave your brother alone!" Mom's voice shouts from the kitchen. "And Tommy, come here for a second!"

I look at Jenny.

"If this is about those Cheetos I will kill you," I snarl.

"Tommy, come on!"

I walk away from the stairs and into the kitchen, where Mom is making lunch.

"Tommy, I have a doctor's appointment made for you tomorrow afternoon about that stab wound on your chest," she says.

"Mom, it's fine!" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Oh!" she scoffs. "It is most certainly not fine! Doesn't that thing hurt?"

"It hurt when I was getting it and like four hours after," I reply. "It doesn't hurt now. I iced it and had some medicine. I'm fine."

Mom turned away from me and back to the hard-boiled eggs she loves to make herself to eat. "I guess if you say it doesn't hurt," she says. "But that thing was right over your heart. How did you not die?"

"Oh, I guess the same way I didn't die when a bullet got lodged in my chest for fifteen hours," Bryne yells from the living room. "Maybe we're immortal."

"You're not immortal," Mom says. "I would know. But you both obviously need medical attention-"

"We don't need medical attention!" Bryne and I say at the same exact time. "We're fine!"

Mom rolls her eyes. "You kids..." she mutters.

I leave the kitchen (but not before sneaking a banana from the fruit basket) and go into the living room, where Bryne is playing Minecraft. She taps furiously on the 'attack' button, and I swear one of these days she's going to break her finger.

The creeper explodes and kills her character. Her screen turns red, reading, 'GalaxyGamer71 was blown up by Creeper.'

Bryne angrily thrusts her remote onto the couch and quits the game. She powers off the computer and pushes away from the desktop on her swivel chair.

"How can you still play that game?" I ask her. "I get chills whenever I do it."

Bryne looks at me firmly. "I thought you were over that."

"I will never be over it," I say truthfully. "We almost died."

"But did we die? No. You shouldn't let the past affect what you do and who you are."

I smile at her. "Where'd you learn that quote?"

"Mr.- I mean, your dad," Bryne answers, staring wistfully out the window in the church's direction. "He taught us a lot of things."

"He did," I say, trying to keep myself from crying.

My dad died a few weeks ago. Herobrine had shot him off a huge tower. The funeral was last week. A bunch of people who didn't even know my dad came. They came because of the way he died. It was held the day before Tyler and Owen's funerals, which had fewer people, but I came to them nonetheless. Believe it or not, I also went to Sam's funeral, which had no people except Bryne, Isabella, and I. I was surprised that the two of them came, considering the fact that they were the ones who killed her in the first place. I know you probably think I'm nuts for going to her funeral, but she was my friend at some point. Sam was someone who had come with us on this mission only to betray us and kill Tyler and Owen. She had also turned out to be Herobrine's daughter, Ravenbrine.

But it doesn't matter. She's dead, and so is Herobrine. I killed him the same way he killed my dad- by shooting him with a gun and kicking him off the tower. I think it was the impact of him hitting the ground that destroyed him. But there's something inside me that tells me that he may not be destroyed completely...

"I'm so glad Herobrine's finally dead," Bryne says, leaning back in her chair.

"Yeah... me too," I say, my mind still somewhere else.

Bryne looks at me. "Are you okay?"

"Uh huh."

"No you're not," Bryne says. "I've lived with you for nine years, Tommy. I know when something's bothering you. What is it?"

"Okay," I say, taking a deep breath. "Is there a small part of you- just a tiny part- that thinks that Herobrine might still be alive?"

Bryne waits a moment, then whispers, "I don't know. I can see why you think this, though."

"I think he might've survived the fall from the tower," I whisper back.

"I really don't know what to think," Bryne replies. "But all I want to do is think he's dead. I hope he's dead. I want to believe he's dead. And I do. But yeah, there is a small part of me that thinks he still might be-"

"TOMMY!! BRYNE!!" Jenny yells.

"What, Jenny?!" Bryne snaps. "We're talking about big kid stuff!"

"For your information, I am ten years old and perfectly capable of not being weird about whatever you people are talking about. But it's time for bed."

I get up from the chair and walk upstairs, not waiting for Bryne. I slide down under my covers.

Bryne's right, I think. I should just believe he's dead. That's my best bet.

But still, somewhere inside me, there's the feeling that I haven't seen the last of him.