Hero had been badly beaten and he was hiding.

Mute was wondering the town as fire rose. He saw Steve being cornered and made the Mobs weaker so he could escape.

Steve new he was outnumbered and got on his horse and ran off. Mute laughed.
He enjoyed his job.

But...

Mute knew something Notch didn't. He knew Hero was still alive. But he was mortal now. He refused to tell Notch anything just so Herobrine's powers would feed into him.

Mute laughed. "Oh come out, I'm painting the town red, the fires are high, the screams shall spread. Don't wake up, it's a nightmare of death, don't fall asleep or you'll end up dead." Mute sand in a demonic deep voice.

Hero Hurd this and once Mute passed he ran. He thought of his structure he was building and teleported there.

Mute felt Herobrine leave. He called off the Mobs. He left. He had nearly killed everyone. He was furious to have lost his box.

Hero stumbled inside. Some Endermen went to his side and helped him.
Skeletons brought him some freshly cooked food and a zombie brought a medical kit.

"Thank you my friends." Hero said softly and layed in the bed that was there and fell asleep.

An Endermen had gone out to get help. He was going to draw Steve over to Hero so he could help.

Steve was inside his small house, already patched up.

"What's going on." He said as he looked into the mirror. "Notch please answer my prayers and tell me this is just a dream. Demons aren't real. These strange things happen and I can't fight them. I have fallen down for you my lord, father, and brother. All I need in return is an answer." Steve prayed. He touched his wounds softly from top to bottom and outlined them.
"Heal me, save me, let mercy spare my sole. Frightened, lost, defeated. Tell me this isn't real." He said softly. Tears falling.

Then he was grabbed. A long arm wrapped around his mouth, and one around his waist.

Steve thrashed around and he was teleported by an Enderman to Herobrine's building.

Once Steve opened his eyes as the Enderman set him free.

He looked around slowly. Mobs surrounded him. He was defenseless.

The Mobs were the original ones and they all had worried expressions. They seemed scared. Steve saw this and it calmed him slightly. A zombie waved his hand for Steve to fallow.

Carefully Steve stepped closer and the Zombie led him to where the dieing Hero layed.

Steve saw the light in Hero's eyes quickly fading.

"Oh. My. Notch." Steve breathed out. Another zombie was trying to open a medical kit but it was weak.

Steve walked over and realized this zombie looked like it used to be a medical villager. He opened the kit and helped the Zombie heal Hero.

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Please leave a comment and tell me what you think! I really hope whoever is reading this likes it.

I'm trying to make sure I'm not moving too fast and that I'm putting a good bit of description in my story.

Can any of you think of something that could happen with this story? Maybe you can come up with some theory's!

---what's coming---

Hero was in a dark room. All too familiar. Chains moved with the objects attached to them.

Hero felt weak, helpless. He feared what was going to happen.

There was heavy breathing, pained breathing. Hero looked towards the noise. He froze and dared not to speak.

"B-B.... Brother..."