A Murderer Among Us | A Hermitcraft Murder Mystery |

Chapter 8

Grian collapsed next to his friend's dead body. 

Mumbo is DEAD?! This has to be a dream, right?! Deep down he knew, it wasn't a dream. This was real. Everyone who died were really dead. Grian felt tears roll down his face. 

"Iskall?" He whispered, still looking at his dead friend.

"...yeah?"

"Why...?" The both of them sat in silence as the rest of the hermits headed upstairs. 

"He's dead..." Scar said, looking at the two on the floor. 

"Yeah..." Iskall murmured.

"Oh great. Now there what...five people dead? What a GREAT vacation this has been..." Doc said sarcastically. No one acknowledged him, they were too busy staring at the dispirited Grian on the floor next to his friend. 

"That's it. NO ONE IS TRUSTED WITH MY SWORD." Iskall shouted, startling everyone. He pulled his sword out of his dead friend's back and furiously stomped back to his room. He slammed the door, the bang seeming to resonate in the air. The hermits were quiet, not knowing what to say or how to react.

"Now what? We might as well just kill ourselves..." Doc said.

"What the heck?! You think we want to die?!" Cub exclaimed, looking at the German.

"Yeah! We don't want to die too!" Scar said, supporting his friend.

"Then, why aren't we trying to get off this stupid island??" Doc shouted, clenching his fists. 

"Exactly! I thought you were trying to be leader, Mr. I'm The Boss Of Everyone!"

"When did I get in charge??"

"You were the one who planned this vacation!!"

The three of them fought, leaving Grian and Ren the only ones who were shocked. Grian couldn't believe that they were fighting in the midst of death. He choked, trying to fight back the tears.

"I thought this was supposed to be a holiday with our friends..." Grian whispered, only Ren paying attention. Ren sat down next to him, trying to comfort him.

"Well, I guess it isn't one anymore," Ren said, looking at the floor. "But maybe, we'll get off soon!"

"N-no, t-that's not what I-I'm sad about," Grian sniffed, "I'm sad because...it feels like...our friendship is just...falling apart..." He buried his face into his hands, sobbing. Ren sat there, thinking about what Grian had just said.

Our friendship? Falling apart? Surely not... He looked at the three arguing. They had fought a few times before...

"No! Of course not! Why would it be-um-falling apart?" Ren said, trying to sound positive. Grian sat there, crying. 

"I don't know, I just-" Grian cried. The two sat in silence, listening to the other three. 

"Ren?" Grian asked, wiping away his tears.

"Yeah?"

"How do you stay positive all the time?" Ren sat for a minute, thinking.

"I don't really know, to be honest. I guess I just try to find something positive, even if there's something bad that's happening. I'm think just a optimistic guy!" Ren smiled, trying to cheer up the little Brit. Grian looked at the arguing hermits, then looked at Mumbo. He stared at his dead friend, his mind blank and no emotion on his face. 

What is positive in this situation? Grian thought, still staring at the dead body. Then, he realized. 

Unless it's death that's amusing...