Herobrine

Regretting

It was strangely warm.

Oh no, wait, it's not really strange. It's just that he's dead, and he ends up in the Aether.

Whatever he was lying on, it was soft and warm, and bright sunlight shone against his still closed eyelids. Maybe the clouds. He doesn't know. He just wanted to stay sleeping for a longer time.

Just a little while longer...

He felt something on his chest that is bugging him, and he stirred and moaned, indicating his displeasure at the unknown pressure.

'...Steve...'

He started to ease up. God, Notch, is that you?

"...Mister Steve?"

His eyes slowly fluttered open.

He was in a wooden cottage. Quite big, actually, and built quite very nicely. He was lying down on something, which is a bed, obviously because it's soft. There are some paintings on the wall and he was not sure what they are, because his sight is still very blurry and he felt very tired and sleepy. His body ached like no tomorrow, and he let out a soft grunt.

There is someone beside him too, and he tried to get a better look. Moving his head felt so hard already, but he managed to tilt it slightly to the right and see a faint outline of a villager.

"Don't worry, you're safe now," He said, but he felt like his head is underwater, and the voice sounds so far away. He slowly swallowed, the taste of blood still in his mouth and his throat is parched. A gentle hand scooped his head and tilt it a bit, and there is something cold pressed against his lips. He flinched.

"No, nonono it's ok," The figure said, almost cooing in a worried manner. "It's water, drink up a bit."

He felt the cold substance slowly going down his throat, and he sharply inhaled, coughing the water out. The image of him repeatedly drowned by Brian- no, Herobrine, is still very fresh and he shook suddenly from the resurfacing memories, and his breath hitched.

He's still alive.

Oh, Notch, he's still alive.

He's going to kill him again.

He's gonna find him, track him down, and torture him again.

And again.

And again.

He almost trashed on the bed, if only the hands of whoever the blasted villager beside him didn't hold his wrists in place. He remembered he yelled and hollered and tried to get away, but he was not sure what he was saying. He just wanted to die, oh Notch, he wanted to die so badly. It's better for him to die and be happy in Aether than staying here with this 'Herobrine' lurking around. He's gonna get him again; He is going to find him, and oh Notch, he will really rip him to shreds just because he exists.

It was too much.

After a while, he realized he did nothing but causing pain to himself, and there he was, lying on the bed and slowly breathing, as the villager instructed. He heard something along the lines 'wound is reopening', but he didn't care.

Why?

Why did Notch created him?

Why did he chose him specifically?

If only he was normal...

If only he wasn't chosen...

He felt his eyes well up and the tears started brimming.

Why?

"I'm sorry," The villager said.

Steve didn't know anything anymore. He went to sleep.

Joe slowly washed the rags in a bucket of water, which turns red almost immediately after the first scrub, and sighed. He had cleaned the wound, yes, but the miner had passed out once more, this time tearing.

He had found him after following the river trail uphill, to the mountains, and found something he never saw before, yet the scene looks very familiar. A pit of burning charcoal and ashes. Blood splattered everywhere, and thin smoke obscuring the scene, and fire crackles in the background. His long-lost savior he thought was dead, covered in half-dried blood and red-tainted snow lay on his back on the snow, shaking uncontrollably.

For some minutes, Joe walked back, his back hitting a bark of a tree, stained with a little blood, and slid down, his breath hitched. He learned most of his friends were dead in the attack. He remembered how the man with white eyes jammed his hand through his uncle's neck and pulled out slowly. He watched as he burnt down a house with his friend's family inside. For some time, his head pounds and he could hear them screaming for him for help, and he could see them reaching out, half-burning.

He quickly convinces him that none of them are real, repeatedly, and he managed to regain his consciousness to the reality, and sighed. He looked back at the miner, and stood up.

Joe did what he could; carrying the half-dead man back to his house to tend to him.

There is one problem, though. He has internal bleeding, and he needs a doctor.

The bigger problem is, he is no doctor.

He dropped the rag back into the water and sighed, frowning. He knows very well where it came from. That time he was still young and scared, he remembered the miner collapsed in front of him, holding his side and hissing, although he did tell him he is completely fine. Perhaps he tried to not show more problem to him, to keep him feeling safe and protected. Steve was really a nice person.

He could make a cut over the swollen, bluish wound on his stomach and pull out whatever is in there, but it is too risky. He can't afford Steve to bleed out to his death. However, the village will stone both of them when they saw a glimpse of him. He needs to find another village with a doctor, and asked him to come over, and hopefully they never really see this White-eyed Demon like he did.

But he cannot leave Steve, especially in his condition. He had experienced the attack himself right now, and the fact that he is not dead means the demon just beat the soul out of him and left him there to die. Some ice forming on part of his face and goatee also shows that he was drowned for some time. He's no medic, but he worries if he is not treated well, he'll die of pneumonia, blood loss, or infection; or from all of them.

He heard the miner whimper again and quickly went to his side to see if he was awake, once more. It has been 3 days and he had not been eating anything, due to passing out for hours and hours and woke up for two minutes by far, sometimes tearing and trashing around, which makes matters worse.

Joe bit his lip. How is he going to help him? He's really clueless of how, and where to find another doctor. He needs to explore, then again, what if Steve decided to run away from shock and died Notch knows where?

Or, he brought him along. Complicated and less convenient, but safer.

He had to to this; this man saved his life.

Joe placed another warm towel on Steve's head as the injured victim shifted into the cover ever so slightly, and gets ready to craft some sheets.

I am so evil, thank you. ^ ^