Dream Manhunt 1 VS 3

Chapter One

        I waited until I noticed a slouch in George's posture, and until Sapnap's gaze turned distant. I would just have to outrun BadBoyHalo. Feeling a sudden rush of energy, I darted off, and heard the group's far away yells. I listened for one of their foot steps, so I knew I would have to sprint. I scanned the area as I ran, seeking out a ravine. But first, I would need to obtain wood.
      As the group's distant screams silenced, I slowed my pace until I could reach a tree stably. My gaze rested on a tree with loose bark. Perfect, I thought. Pausing to rip off a chunk of the bark, managed to catch some of my breath. As I tore off large strips of log, I shoveled them into my front pocket of my sweater.
       Just when I figured I was safe for a bit, I perceived George's voice. While it got closer, I was able to make out what he was saying.
       "I see him!"
        I pulled at the tree at the moment that I distinguished one of the team's footsteps. Deciding that the tree was no use anymore, I sprinted off with the energy that I had spared.
Mountains, snowy mountains, came into my view. I didn't look forward to climbing it, the hike was so much more of an effort with three people chasing after you, trying to kill you.    
      Fortunately, a ravine appeared in my peripheral vision. Yes! I could use this to my advantage, I do have wood! I stopped abruptly at the edge, feeling my stomach churn because of the risk I was taking. I swung my head around, feeling panic rise in my chest. There George and Sapnap were. Where's Bad? But I had no time to think. I roughly raced around the perimeter, attempting to stall them.
       Unexpectedly, I felt Bad's hand on my shoulder. He grabbed me by my wrists, making it hard to free myself. I felt tense and angered, I couldn't die so early. Trying to find all the confidence in myself I could summon, I spun around and popped his knee out with my shoe. I'm sure it didn't break, but how quickly he released his grasp told me it hurt. I knew for sure there was no escape if I didn't jump into the ravine.
       After several years of practice in the training center inside the local plaza, I knew what I was doing. No, the training center did not let you leap into a 70 foot drop. That would be suicide. But, it would be suicide to try to find some sort of an escape any other way.
       Clinging only to faith, I sprung into the ravine, trying to control my movement in the air so I'd land in the water. As I plummeted into the depths of the ravine, I sought out George and Sapnap's figures, helping up BadBoyHalo.
       I strived to flip over, so I would be aware of where I would land. Not even a moment later, I felt the wind knocked out of me and my vision went completely black. Ringing sounded insanely loud in my ears, and no matter how hard I tried to cover my ears my body refused to move. As I began to retrieve my consciousness back, I felt pain shoot through me and I yelled out in agony. Separated from the ringing and throbbing, I managed to make out George's maniacal laugh as he called out, "He didn't make it into the water!"
       How did I not die? I wondered. Or at least black out?
       A muffled splat sounded close, and I longed to find out what the noise had come from. Luckily, I felt a source of power begin to return to my body, enough for my eyes to open. There was a rotten red apple that had plopped down beside me.
      I forced my hand to reach out and grip the soft, sticky slush and shoved it into my mouth. It tasted horrible, but the nutrients from the useful bites of the apple returned the majority of my strength into my body. I struggled to get to my knees. Bringing myself to look up and check on the opponents, I sat up and turned. They were still sitting at the top, already holding wooden pickaxes and axes. They were ready to fight, and the damage I took from the fall gave them an advantage.
       I used a nearby rock posed as a cane to help me up. My legs shook, and I was afraid they wouldn't be able to hold me up. As if it was a miracle, the longer I stood the more energy I felt run through my blood. I knew I wouldn't die that quickly.
       Scanning the area I was given, I found myself dislodged stone the seemed to be fallen from the top of the steep ravine walls. I strayed from my source of nearby water and shoveled the stone into my pockets. I had enough to create a stone pickaxe.
       I tenderly picked out the stone and wood, careful not to get splinters.
       A moment later, I had constructed a smooth enough surface with wood to create a stone pickaxe. Attempting to mold the semi-soft stone I formed it into a shape I was familiar with from training. I stuck together the stone and wood, until I manufactured a flimsy pickaxe.
      Just as I ditched the crafting table to trail off and find iron for myself, I jumped as I heard Sapnap's taunting voice from above.
      "Hey Dream, come up here! We won't hurt you, we promise," He called. I had promised myself to never return to the surface until the hunters had left.
       "That'll never happen!" I yelled back, straining myself from destroying my voice. Turning away before I could receive another comeback, I scouted the ravine for iron. As if I had forgotten the pain after the drop from the summit of the ravine, I sat down by running lava below me. If I fell, this would be much worse than fall damage.
       For once after the manhunt had begun, I felt at peace and began to relax. I scooted back and pressed my back against a rough surface of an unknown rock behind me. It was cold as ice, which gave me suspicion it wasn't stone or coal. I looked over my shoulder. Iron! Sweet, now I would just need a furnace and coal.