Living Nightmare (Discontinued)

Chapter 20: Waiting

Herobrine's POV:

Steven isn't as idiotic as I gave him credit for. That's what I thought when I received his whisper anyways.

"The forest where the nether portal comes and goes sometimes," I sent to him in reply. There was a long wait which I wasn't actually spending time waiting for, while instead was preparing to leave.

"She'll be there this afternoon." It's better than my brother's corpse.

I looked into the mirror as the contacts, well, made contact with my eyes, and my glow was replaced by blue eyes I used to call my own.

Steve's POV:

"Just great Steve," I was hearing my own voice once again, "just great." I looked at my closed, dark red curtains as a long sigh escapes through my lips in frustration, "why have you gotten yourself into this position?!" I have no idea what to do...

Herobrine's POV:

My right foot escalated onto the end stone, almost stepping on an eye of ender. Then the other foot rising next to it. I felt the rubber feeling under the left foot, about to burst if I didn't take my weight off it, but just as an instinct, I jumped into the air-like liquid that seemed to be space itself as I was launched onto grass. Landing on both feet now which took literal training to do just so I didn't waste time.

I looked around as my hands slipped into the pockets of my black jacket, I conveniently ended up in the forest where we were to meet, but it's still morning and it's no use waiting around.

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One foot in front of another as people passed by me, with normal greetings like "Hey Steve." "Nice day today, isn't it?" "Fancy seein' you here Steve!" Stuff like that. I just gave one worded answers and kept walking. When I got to a market I walked up to the first stall I saw. It looked more like a black market than just a yard sale but everyone was all gung-ho with each other so I'll just call it a normal market.

"Steve, what's the pleasure of seeing you here?" The clerk of that stall asked. I looked at what's being sold: diamonds. This will be fun.

"I'll take a stack of those diamonds you've got." I almost said they'd make a great sword, but I remembered I'm supposed to be Steve. The clerk complacently handed me the diamonds then made a comment as I put them in my pocket,

"Must have saved up to get that many diamonds." I chuckled a little, which made his face tighten up a little. I just started to walk away. I find his hand on my shoulder, stopping me from moving forward. I glance back at him and his now serious expression. "You have to pay for those."

"Do I really?" He seemed annoyed by my remark as a smile showed on my face. He just sternly said the same thing. I immediately grabbed his wrist, turning towards him and his hand becoming pale. "Do I really?" A brow raised now, looking dead in his eyes.

"I-It's hard work f-finding those diamonds that r-reside in your coat." I could clearly see the fear in his eyes, in his posture, his voice.

"Is it harder work to find a new heart?" I asked rhetorically as I pulled out my diamond sword. As soon as the shing was heard as the sword rose he tried to flee his hand from my grasp. "It's not going to be that easy," I stated as I lept in between the counter and roof, pinning him against a convenient wall, blade against his neck.

"J-Just take the diamonds!" He tried to say without his throat being slit. I felt his trembling from the hilt of my sword, and his sweat accumulating under my palm that's made home on his collarbone. "T-Take them!"

"You know..." I started to toy with my words as pressure gained under my hand, and a snap could be heard. Following that was a scream of pain, close to my ears. Joy was all I heard though. "...diamonds aren't as much value to me now as your blood might be." His breathing heavy, and silence filled between us, just pressure gaining on him with my palm and sword. Silence. It was quiet, too quiet. I took a glance behind me and I saw all eyes were on me. All glances gaining more and more fear.

I knew just then Steven will definitely find trouble already. Might as well keep his record clean of bloodshed. The feeling of trembling vanished from my sword as it was put back into its sheath. I shrugged as I took my hand off the guy and walked away. I could hear him fall to the ground in pain as people rushed to help him, anyone else that lay in my wake quickly disappeared.

If he doesn't stick to the plan, he'll be convicted anyway, leaving Jace alone, allowing an easy retrieval.