Herobrine

Doubting

"You're that guy in the shadows back then," Steve pushed, his sword digging into Herobrine's exposed throat as his wolves growl around him. "Even my wolves have something against you. There is something I can't trust about you. So now that the time's very convenient, who are you?"

Herobrine stared at the miner, slight awe and surprise etched on his face. So the miner is alive. With that damned clever and deceitful mind, he did survive the fall. Right now, he does not give a single damn about how the miner managed to pull that off right in front of him, without him even expecting that.

How tricky. How very, very annoyingly amusing.

His expression slowly morphed into that of a sneer. A small sneer that seems to be more to nervous than intimidating. The tanned man, still in front of him, watched, his glare as cold as ice. Those eyes, that were last seen full of fear, confusion, pain, terror, sadness, and fright, is now the same eyes that is boring into his soul, if he had any. Herobrine is not sure if he is the same Steve as before. He wondered if that 'Steve' is dead, and this one in front of him is just a newly-spawned Steve, which has no previous memories- but his previous sentences has proven it to be that same cowardly miner. No matter how hard Herobrine examined his face, he saw no fear, even though he has a beast under that sword of his.

Herobrine winced as the sword pushed deeper into his skin, automatically tilting his head upward and draw a drop of blood from it. He could feel it dribbling down to his t-shirt. By now, Herobrine should have gone to a rampage, and he could easily overpower the miner. It is logical, anyway. He is second in charge after Notch. What could possibly be hard for him to severe Steve's head with his bare hand? However, something in those eyes made him dismiss the thoughts.

Herobrine now show a more calm façade, swallowing dry air, but his mind is in turmoil. The miner might be too stupid to find out who is he holding on the tip of his sword, and what could befall him, but still, this is an utmost humiliation. However, of all the things he resent from the miner, he hated those eyes the most. Oh, how he hated that glare. He hated it. He hated it. He hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate that glare. That unnerving, unafraid glare. He hated it. He detest it.

Why? Why is the miner so strong now? Why is this happening? Why isn't he on the ground sobbing? How come he stood tall, questioning him like nothing? Why isn't he faltered by his eyes, his appearance? Why, after all those happening to him, he is standing like he would even fight the world in he has to? Why, why is he seem like he is a higher being than the Mighty Destroyer, the Ruler of the Nether, the King of the mobs, the Monster, Herobrine? Why is he looking down on him like that? Why is he stronger? Why is he stronger?! This is something he cannot calculate; no, this is the exact opposite of what he calculated!

Why, why, why why, why?!

This Steve...

This stupid, useless, weak miner...

This new perfect-ass program...

How dare he.

"Should I really repeat the question?" Steve rose an eyebrow. This man is so... alien. The air around him seems so distorted and malice hung in the air. So much for a man with a really calm expression.

But those eyes...

Steve pulled the sword away from the man in front of him, who now slowly leaned to the tree. The wolves are barking at him right now, but stayed on ground, waiting for their master's orders. Steve hushed them and their barking died down, but replaced with tense growls and restless trotting.