Never have I ever imagined...

Battle Part Two

3rd person

Recap on last chapter:

A battle begins between the good and bad. Herobrine and the new Shadow are relaxing and watching everyone fighting for their lives. Then what is the good Team Crafted minus some characters got to the tower to put an end to this battle. *All mighty creator pants out of breath*

On to the story and it's third person:

They headed into the tower. The team did not expect that the tower was so decorated. It had satin curtains, fine carpets, quarts floors, and even black rose bushes.

The glanced in awe for a second, then remembered why they are here. They started their journey up the many flights of stairs.

Shadow was smiling in amusement as they went up the stairs. She had many traps set.

First, the fish pays.

She hit a button that activated the first trap. A dart shot out and found it's mark on the normally illegal hybrid. He was out like a light.

Mudkip's POV

That dart came out of nowhere. I started to lose consciousness.

"Fish! Stay with us!" I faintly heard Sky yell.

"I'm... not..... a...... fish...." Before darkness consumed me.

But the darkness was only there for a sec, because I was back at the base. I went to the kitchen and saw what I didn't want to see.

Me.

It, me, was a different color. It was a negative version of me. It threw a starter mudkip at me. This is going to be a long battle.

Back to third person

Shadow smiled as he was knocked out. Little did she know, that was one part of the plan gone wrong.

The next floor the group climbed, was freezing. There were broken diamond axes and iron swords laying around.

The lights flickered on, and standing in the middle was no other than the corrupt Bajan.

He had stormy grey eyes, pale skin, and was burning with anger.

"You go on ahead guys," Jerome told the team, "I'll hold him back." The others nodded and went around the side and up, another set of stairs. Shocker!

Jerome's POV

I told the others to go. This is my fight.

"What's the matter Biggums?" He spat out like it was poison, "Can't accept change?" He was taunting me, I know it. I lunged at him with good o' Betty. He dodged it quite skillfully. And attacked with his diamond sword. It missed by a few inches.

"What's wrong, can't take a hit?" He said so smugly.

"Mitch, this isn't you!" I scream at him, "I don't want to hurt you."

"That's funny," he snarled, "Because this is me and I want to kill you!" This went on for a while, attacking and defending. Like a pattern. Over and over. It seemed to go on forever until he finally cut my arm, just enough to catch me off guard, and pinned me down.

"Any last words?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I kissed him. He was resentful at first, then eventually gave in.

"I love you Mitch," I said when we finally broke apart. I looked at him, he looked like his normal self again. His eyes weren't grey, his skin wasn't pale, and he wasn't so angry.