Herobrine

Repeated

It has happened once more, and there are no greater words and no greater sentences to describe how Steve felt.

It had happened so sudden, like that time as well. Everything is on fire. His younger dogs are still in there, and their silence is deafening as fire licked off the place that he once called a second home. A place he once deemed as new beginning.

He couldn't believe it.

It was just three hours since he went mining, and when he got home, it was eerily silent. There are no mobs at all.

He knew something is very wrong, and it is true.

He dropped on his knees and wailed.

There were some sides of Herobrine that he loathed himself.

Pity.

He is too emotional. Too kind, these days. So as he watches it light up and burn, he felt a little remorse for the miner. He does not know where did it come from, he did not know why did he feel that way, but it felt like he felt a connection between the Miner and himself. No; no he does not remember why. It's just that feeling keeps on coming as he attacks the miner, as he destroys all his possessions.

So, very weak.

He did nothing much, really. It was just his everyday job to march creepers and blazes to where the miner lives. It is an easy job to dig the hole wide enough for creepers to jump in and detonate everything. It's not so hard to rip the guts out of those mangy dogs that had coated him in their filthy fur and saliva. It's very simple to toss burning coal and netherrack everywhere, watching the bookshelves and the bed and the fur gone up in flames.

It was far too simple, and he watched, emotionless as the fire lick and burn and eat the place he had been staying for a week and some days.

And he realized, it is far too easy, and strangely, he does not feel any sense of accomplishment.

Does not matter. He just wanted the miner gone. Immature, yes. Not the best outcome. But it has to be done.

This is the right thing.

He heard someone wailed behind him, and he turned around. His eyes dimmed as he smiled; a smile void of all emotions.

'Steve,' He chuckled. 'Welcome home.'

Steve can't stop the flowing tears. He cannot get up, for his knees are weak. His spear and pick lay untouched beside him, and he heard Brian calling out for him, but he can't get angry. He can't look up. He only stays there on the ground, with his head buried in his hands, and wept.

The remaining creepers are closing to the humans, which the remaining dogs were barking at. They stopped as their Master slowly made his move to approach the miner, and back down as he glared at them in a second. His feet sunk deep into the snow, and the fire behind him had molten everything around him.

This is the right thing.

'Steve, what is the matter?' He asked, coldly, the smile is no longer there. 'Can you not handle my pain?'