Notch and Herobrine: Brothers Divided

Secrets

"Make it stop!! Make it stop!!" I scream, another pillar of Nether rack bursting through the floor.
"Sir, you must calm yourself for it to stop," King Walker tries to explain to me again, dodging the rubble falling all around him.
"CALM DOWN!!?? You try calming down when you have voices in your head!?" I roar, sending a fire ball his way. Zyanya bursts through the doors, eyes blazing red. She lunges at King Walker with her sword, teeth bared.
"Herobrine, this isn't you. Fight it, fight it!" Clayton yells encouragingly, blocking Zyanya with his shield.
"The voice isn't an it , Clayton. Its me, I am him and he is me. Together we can do anything! Even destroy the Aether!! All shall bow before me!!!" I growl, smiling just as crazily as Zyanya.
"All hail Lord Herobrine!" Zyanya yells before continuing her assault.
"What are we going to do, my king?" Clayton asks, blocking another slash.
"Go get my helmet and shield. I can keep him in here until you get back," King Walker explains, unsheathing his purple sword.
"The Walker blade!? Sire, that is a sacred relic, you can't use that against him!" Clayton yells, close to grabbing the sword away from the king.
"I am king and I shall do as I wish with the powers given to me!!" King Walker orders, slashing Zyanya's sword in half with ease.
"So saith the king..." Clayton moans sarcastically, heading for the armory.
"Bow before me, you useless king!! Bow or burn under my power!!" I roar, making a new sword materialize in Zyanya's hand. She rips another sword out of a display, gripping it with her other hand. Clayton rushes in, carrying a Wither helmet and a shield with the Walker crest on the front. King Walker throws his sword in front of his face, blocking Zyanya's duel blade as she forces him further into a corner. She screams with all her fury, hacking and slashing faster and faster.
"Sire, I know you told us never to put on the kings helm, but I must! For your sake!" Clayton yells, slipping on the helmet. Blue light explodes from the helmet and Clayton teleports just behind Zyanya.
"No! That kind of power was not meant to controlled by a normal Walker! You'll destroy yourself!" King Walker tries to explain without losing focus on blocking Zyanya's blades.
"The power, it whispers sweet tales in my head. How could I deny it?" Clayton laughs wildly, stabbing his spear into Zyanya's back. My niece, who may as well be my daughter now, is risking her life for nothing and what am I doing? Sitting here and watching! Then I realize I'm not just watching. My hand twitches on its own, then my foot, until finally I have no control at all.
"Silence!" My voice hisses against my will. Everyone's eyes switch to glowing white, just like mine.
"Yes, Lord Herobrine?" They all drone in unison.
"No, no, no. This isn't what I wanted. Stop, stop, stop!!" I scream at myself, clutching my head to try to gain control again.
"But, didn't we want them to stop fighting. I was simply doing what we wanted," Zyanya replies with my voice.
"No! Get out of her, you monster!" I yell at my own voice.
"Is this better then?" My voice asks through King Walker's mouth.
"No! You can't be in anyone!!" I answer, preparing myself for what I already knew was going to happen.
"Well that only leaves one place for me. After all, I am you. The better you, but you," My voice says from Clayton's body.
"You're the darker part of me, but if I must live with you to protect them, then so be it," I sigh, releasing the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding when everyone's eyes revert to normal.
"Oh, this is going to fun," My voice whispers in my head, drifting further away.
"Uncle Herobrine, what are we becoming?" Zyanya whimpers, dropping her swords. My eye twitches slightly, but I try to ignore it.
"I-I don't know. I don't know," I mumble, turning quickly away before I lose myself in guilt. The cry of a Wither erupts out of Clayton's mouth as King Walker removes his helmet. He wobbles on his feet for a second before collapsing backwards.
"Is he going to be ok?" Zyanya asks, helping the King lift up the guard.
"He'll be fine. Tired, but nothing a bit of sleep won't fix," King Walker answers, wrapping Clayton's arm around his shoulder and heading to the infirmary.
"Can you have someone tell me when he's better?" Zyanya calls before turning back to me.
"I know, I know. You hate my guts and wish I'd never brought you here," I sigh, backing towards my bedroom.
"No. I hate this you. I want my real uncle back, not this stranger in front of me. I want the uncle I loved back then," She explains, teleporting in front of me.
"This is me. The me that was hidden underneath everything else. I've come to terms with it. This evil has been inside me from the beginning, I just didn't want to admit it," I reply, turning towards my kitchen to avoid her icy glare.
"The uncle I played with as a kid would never accept that! He'd die before giving in! And if he couldn't beat it, he'd manipulate it! That was the uncle I loved, that was the uncle I was most like! You hear that!? I didn't even relate myself to my own father more, It was you! It was always you! I would have followed you to the ends of the world back then, Damn it!!" Zyanya screams, one eye starting to twitch and glow.
"You...related more to me? Oh, that's all I ever wanted to hear from anyone. Plus, younger? Its only been 2 years," I answer, a faint smile creeping onto my lips.
"2 years in Hell! Literally!! I may look 13, but on the inside I feel ancient. Alive so little and already been through so much," She sighs, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
"Why didn't you tell me you felt this way? I thought you were unhappy because of me. If I would have known how you felt I would never have gone with Notch that day," I apologize, pulling my niece into a hug.
"Notch? What does he have to do with this?" Zyanya growls, tearing away.
"He never told you?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.
"He told us you'd died!" She spits, her eye twitching wildly.
"Well...in a way, I did. But it was mostly just him doing this to me," I explain, gesturing to my eyes. I place Zyanya's small hand over my heart, showing her the lack of a heart beat.
"I'll kill him!! I'll destroy the Aether if I have to!! I expected him not to help me, but you. You guys were best friends!" She proclaims, scrapping her feet against the floor like a restless horse.
"Did your father never tell you? I didn't think he was still angry with Notch," I question, grabbing Zyanya's old pickaxe off my back. It usually calms her down, so I keep it on hand.
"Dad died with you! I had to care for myself. What the hell would he tell me!?" She demands, tightening her grip on the pickaxe.
"Notch is your uncle too. Your dad was furious when he stopped visiting you guys. Your father may have been very caring and loyal, but geez, he could hold a grudge," I explain.
"He lied to me!! Is my entire life a lie!?" Zyanya yells, dropping the pick. It clatters loudly on the nether brick floor, then disintegrates into black sand. She rushes out of the room, grey footsteps trailing behind her.