Herobrine's Mansion: Recoded

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Jerome

He was just standing there, not moving, an old man, staring at Emily. She stared right back, watching his pale ghostly eyes. "It cannot be..." She whispered, tilting her head, curious. The man then got up. A large hole appeared, filled with blood. Herobrine was backed against the door, ready to leave at any moment. The man looked longing for Emily, shuffling slowly closer to her. He tried to put his hand on hers, but it sank right through.

"Daughter....." It whispered. The room sank away, and we were all in this man's memory.

We were all standing in a room, what looked like a kitchen. A young man was cooking food, flipping the pan. A brunette 2 year old crawled in, red eyes gleaming. "Dada!" The man turned around, smiling, and picked up the little girl, hugging her tight. Then, the ground shook, and the man held the girl tight. He put her down, whispering "Stay here, Em, I will come back." She giggled, showing a tooth. She was so cute!

A man entered, pulling back his black cloak. His voice was low. "I'm here to see Emily." He said, simply. The father tensed. The man in the cloak raised his head. It was Herobrine. The future Herobrine chuckled. I glared at him.

They stood there for a minute, staring at eachother. Then, the father picked up the baby Emily, holding her tight, tears flowing on his cheeks. "Why? Why do you come again, Herobrine, to haunt my family? All I wanted was to raise my little cutie. But you won't leave us alone, will you!" Emily's father said, putting her down in a cratle. He pulled out a mahogony wand, but Herobrine disappeared already. He glared at the spot where he stood, then made funny faces at Emily to cheer her up.

The memories sped by, until finally we stopped spinning. A 12 year old Emily stood in the doorway, her hair down. It was not streaked yet. Her father stood at the sink, washing dishes. "You need help with that, Dad?" He shook his head. "Okay. I'm in my room, okay?" He nodded, and she moved away. It was the same kitchen as before, but modeled different. The cabinets were blue, and the floor was tiled, not carpet as before. The man that was her father was much older.

Suddenly, the floor shook like an earthquake. The scene switched to Emily in her room, which looked exactly like the room in the mansion. The power went out. The past Emily fumbled for her wand, whispering key words and the bulb on the end of her wand lit up purple. "DAD!" She yelled, yanking open the door. She walked through the house. In her living room was her father, and another man. Herobrine, again. He smiled, and Emily snarled. Both the past and future Emily had glares on their faces.

"Why are YOU here?" She spat, walking down the rest of the staircase. "I am here to take you to be in the Elites, Emily. It's a once in a lifetime oppurtinity, obviously. A beautiful chance to learn more." She shook her head almost immediately. "Ah hell nah. I'm not associating myself with you." Herobrine sighed. "I told you so." Her father said.

"Emily, go to your room, please." Her father sighed. "I need to talk to our guest." As Emily walked up the cold stairs, voices floated up to her, yelling. An explosion racked the house, and Emily automatically threw up a magic shield, her necklace glowing. Then the fire came. She sat in her bubble, crying. Her father wasn't there for her. No one was. Herobrine finally appeared at the end of the hallway. By then, the necklace had flickered, and finally stopped.

Herobrine looked surprised when the bubble kept holding itself up. But then she looked to him, and he understood. In those seconds, he saw Emily. All of her pain, grief, everything in those white eyes. And then she looked down again. The past Herobrine put up a storm, so that the fire would go out. The bubble disintegrated around her, leaving the house to collapse. Firemen took her out of the building and into a hospital for 5 months as they tried to fix the damage. Her father, well, was dead.

The memories spun past again, and another small one popped up. Emily was in a white room, lying on white sheets. A heart monitor sat next to her. A doctor came in, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Emily?" She looked up. "Good. Look, honey, I don't know how to explain this, bu" She was interrupted. "He's dead, isn't he? I felt it when the house blew up." The doctor nodded. "Yes, honey. You have to go to an orphanage, but I'm sure you want to stay with some distant cousins, no?" Emily nodded. "I don't wanna go to the orphanage." The doctor nodded, and went out the door. The doctor poked her head in the door. "And by the way, your distant cousin is here." Emily nodded, and the memory faded.

The memories flew by. Finally, we stopped spinning. My head was dizzy, and I couldn't see. I gripped Mitch's shoulder, trying to stop the spinning. It was hard, and I was sure Mitch didn't mind. Finally, as the spinning stopped, the vocals came on.

Emily's eyes were bright white as she tried to turn a light on. Her father frowned. "We need something to make sure no one knows." Emily dropped her magic down and followed her father down into the basement. Down there was a small lamp, providing light to the desktop. Two necklaces sat on the desktop, one purple and one blue. He handed Emily the blue one, slipping it around her neck. Then he pointed to the lamp.

"Try to turn off the lamp. I wanna make sure they work." Tentatively, she tried turning off the light. The necklace glowed, and the light turned off. Emily's magic continued to flow, until the necklace was the light source. They made their way upstairs.

The memories flew by again, and I became super dizzy. Leaning on Mitch, I whispered, "Crazy, isn't it?' He nodded, trying to stay still. It was hard though. The spinning stopped, and we were back in the bedroom. Everyone was shocked, except for Emily and her ghost father.

"Daughter...." He whispered, his hand on hers. She tried to grasp it. Her necklace glowed as she solidified the hand, grasping it. He smiled a faint smile. He left a kiss on her forehead and disappeared.

Herobrine looked the most shocked by this. But, he stayed silent as Emily drifted into sleep, her necklace still glowing. We all stood there, Paul by her side, stroking her hair, just like Mitch did the other night. He whispered in her ear something, and in her sleep she smiled. Paul smirked. He stood up.

"Well, I need some food. How about you guys?" He said, smiling. Herobrine smiled his good smile, and we all filed into the hallway. Paul jumped down from the balcony to the dining room. Mitch and I followed in suit. I heard Herobrine whisper, "Amazing." as he teleported away.

We all sat in silence, marveling over what Emily's father had shown us. Paul ate a melon, Mitch a piece of ham, and I ate a raw fish. We sat there for a while, until Paul pushed his melon remains on his plate away, scraping the floor, and walked away.

Mitch gulped. He too pushed his half eaten ham away and walked upstairs, stopping at Emily's door, tensed. Then he moved on to his room, slamming the door. Adam came out, looking confused, but I waved him away. Instead, he came downstairs, grabbing some butter from the kitchen and sitting across the table from me. I looked at him.

"Why the hell are you doing that? It's disgusting!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice down. He smiled, laughing. "I don't know why I like it so much." I giggled. Adam and I were good friends. He licked some butter off of his fingers, giggling. It was hard not to when you ate butter off of the stick.

We laughed and ate, and I felt full for the first time. We went to bed, going our own separate ways.