Can I just say whoever made the mutant mobs mod made the Mutant Enderman op? Here's a list of everything it can do:

-Pick up blocks and throw them at you
-Teleport
-Grab you and teleport you like fifteen blocks into the air
-Clone itself and turn into a purple mist Enderman (you have to find the right one and the clones attack you too)
-Give you blindness
-Give you nausea
-Hit you like a normal Enderman as its melee attack
-When it does it sucks your into explosions of purple with you violently teleport around in and get hurt with
-But it does drop an epic thing which I'll explain later (No spoilers XD)

Warnings: Coughbloodcough

~Jerome's P.O.V.~

     With a shriek the Mutant Enderman launches into our cluster, and they all dive out of the way. As for me, I'm far enough away still I don't have to move, giving me a good chance to look it over. It's wayyyy taller than a normal Enderman, probably twice the height... And it's not even standing up straight! It also has four long arms, with huge hands at the end. Other than these two factors it looks pretty much the same as a normal Enderman. As the Enderman stumbles and regains its balance, I notice something floating before its upmost right hand. It's a... Diamond axe? Is that what I'm supposed to get? I sure feels like it...

The shrieking of the Enderman snaps be back to attention, and just as we had done with the creeper, we fan out and surround it. Mitch pulls out his bow, and I'm about to remind him that Endermen can teleport away from arrows, but stop when I see the arrow actually hits the Enderman dead on. Hm... That's strange... Well I'm not gonna complain. Easier for us. The Enderman shrieks in anger and we all jump back as it disappears in a puff of purple particles. But not for long... In the blink of an eye there are multiple Endermen coming at us... But they're all made out of purple mist. Vikk jumps forward and slices through one, the mist Enderman vanishing a second later.

"It must have cloned itself! We need to find the right one!" Vikk reports as he slashes through another one.

We all spring into action, hacking away at the clones. They actually don't do a lot of damage. Just as if someone punched you... Not lightly but not super hard either. Soon enough there are only six left standing, one for each of us. Rob, with his duel swords, lunges forward and slashes one twice. Lachlan, also with duel swords, jabs forwards with one and spins around to finish it off with the other. Vikk stabs it through the stomach, Mitch uses his bow to shoot one down. Two left. It's either mine or Preston's. I jump forward and split my axe through the most Enderman. Nope, no mutant. It must be Prestons. Preston, his skin glowing brightly, waits for the mist Enderman to come to him before slashing, instead of going to it first. Bad idea. As soon as his sword clears the mist the Mutant pops up out nowhere and smacks him hard with its hand.

     "PRESTON!" We all screech in unison as he falls backwards and his sword goes flying.

      Preston, in ovbious pain, reaches for his sword. But the Enderman quickly teleports to him and grabs him by his hood to avoid getting burnt. And within an instant Preston is gone in a bust of purple explosions, only to appear high above the ground a second later. We watch in horror, frozen to our spots in fear, as Preston crashes to the ground. For now... He doesn't move.

     Lachlan scoffs in hatred, rushing forward at the Enderman with both swords wielded. The mutant whips around and uses my axe to fight Lachlan. I growl and go to help him, that is until the Endermans eyes flash and all of a sudden Lachlan is backing off. His face pales, even turning a bit green, and he stumbles away before repeatedly vomiting. It doesn't look like he's going to be getting up any time soon.

     "Now that's just sick." Rob vents while stabbing at the Enderman, and then adding, "No pun intended." A bit quieter.
     "This is not a time to be joking Rob!" Lachlan groans before hurling again. At this point he's on all fours.
     "Hey it's not like I meant to-"
     "Rob, watch out!" Vikk shouts.

     With no time to react, the Enderman tears three blocks from the ground and launches then at Rob. They hit him with such force that Rob is violently pushed to the ground. Before Rob can get back on the feet the mutant rapid fires dirt blocks at him until he's trapped under a tomb of dirt. Rob struggles and tries to wriggle free, before complete helplessness spreads across his face.

     "I can't get out!" He grunts, his head the only thing exposed.
     "Mitch! Vikk! We need to finish it off!" I holler, them nodding their understanding.
     "Let's get into a group, it might not use its clone attack then! And don't let it get close to you!" Mitch orders.

     We all cluster and the Enderman shrieks, stomping towards us. It strikes out with one hand, and we all side step. Vikk and I slash at it with our weapons, and Mitch quickly notches an arrow and sinks it in the mutants chest. We keep doing this for a few minutes... But the Enderman catches on fast. Time seems to slow down as this time when Vikk lashes out, the Enderman swings down my axe. Not towards his sword to block it... But at his wrist. Witch a sickening sound of tearing flesh and cracking bones Vikk's hand is separated from his arm. He shrieks bloody-murder, tears spilling, and falls to his knees clutching his arm to his chest. Blood gushes swiftly through the exposed flesh, and it only takes a second for it to stain the ground.

     "VIKK!" All of us shout, besides Preston. But of course Rob or Lachlan can't do anything.

     Mitch and I cry out in rage and strike at the mutant. I repeatedly land hits to its arms, although not succeeding in freeing my axe, and Mitch spams arrows at it. Suddenly the Enderman shrieks and teleports away from me, popping up in front of Mitch who a second later screams.

    "I can't see!"

     I gasp as I notice Mitch's usually bright and cheery hazel eyes are glazed over in white. He stumble around, dropping his bow, and desperately rubbing at his failing eyes. The Enderman now finished with Mitch turn back to me, eyeing me down almost in a challenging way. I turn to Preston, still out on the ground. Lachlan, throwing up and shuddering harshly. Rob, trapped in a case of dirt. Vikk, crying weakly on the ground as more and more blood leaves his body. And Mitch, spinning around in confusion and pawing at his eyes. Finally I turn back to the mutant Enderman, with my axe, and who has caused my friends to suffer. Every emotion shuts down in my body. Happiness, sadness, fear, tiredness, everything. Except one. Anger. Pure, raw, anger.

I can feel the fur bristle up along my neck and face, and my claws unsheathe from under the fur that usually covers them. Snarling, I peel back my lips to show my razor sharp teeth, and for I second I actually see fear in the mutants eyes. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I charge forward with extreme speed. Jumping up I raise my axe high above my head and bring it down with power.

"THIS is for knocking Preston out!"

I bring the axe around again, slashing at it sideways.

"THIS is for making Lachlan sick.... Again!"

The Enderman screeches in pain as I drag the axe down its stomach.

"THIS is for trapping Rob under all that dirt!"

By now everyone, except Preston, as turned their attention to me. As for Mitch, I can assume he's listening. With great speed I whip the sword across one of its lower arms, chopping it from its body.

"THIS is for taking away Vikk's hand!"

I quickly circle around it and plunge my axe into its back, climbing onto it a second later.

"THIS is for blinding Mitch!"

And finally I climb up onto its shoulders, raising the axe high above my head.

"AND THIS IS FOR HURTING MY FAMILY."

With as much force as I can muster, I slam the axe down into the Endermans head. It shrieks in more pain than ever before, before raising up off the ground and starting to glow and disintegrate. Suddenly a bunch of small purple spikes are floating in the air and puffs of purple particles are exploding. I cover my head in protection as suddenly I'm teleported around the could of purple. But then I come to realize the Enderman, although slowly vanishing, is still holding my axe. Growling I hit away the purple things, eventually grabbing my axe only a second before it's gone. But now isn't the time for memories, I need to help everyone.

Before I pass out, I chuck the axe away and drop to the ground as the mutant explodes. Disregarding everything, including my pain, I rush towards Rob. I hear two relived sighs and at one Mitch and Lachlan are at my side, now back to good health. Together we uncover Rob, and Mitch drags Preston's limp body over, declaring he's still alive after a quick check. And now for Vikk.

"Vikk! Vikk are you okay?! Cmon, answer me!" Lachlan pleas, reaching Vikk first.

Rob joins Lachlan and Vikk, and Mitch and I are about to follow when I notice something, from the confer of my eye, following me.

"GAH WHAT ARE THOSE?" I shriek, seeing some purple spike things following me... About four total. "MITCH HELP ME."
"I don't know how! Try throwing something at them!"

Reaching into my inventory I pull out the first thing I grab, not really noting what it is, and hurling them at the purple balls. Suddenly they all merge with a puff of smoke, and in their place on the ground is some sort of purple hand.

"What... Is that?" Mitch mumbles, stepping up beside me.
"Something seems to be telling me it's called an 'Endersoul hand'" I reply, cautiously picking it up.
"Hey, maybe we can use it on Vikk!" Mitch exclaims.
"It's worth a shot, come on let's go, before he loses to much blood."

Mitch and I take off towards Vikk, where he looks like to be on the verge of passing out.

"Out of the way guys! We need to give this to Vikk!" I shout, pushing past them.
"What *sniff* is th-that?" He questions, staring the the purple hand clutched in my arms.
"It's an Endersoul hand. The mutant dropped it. It might just serve as a replacement so take it and try to put it against your wrist." Mitch explains as I hand the item to Vikk.

He looks skeptical, tears streaming down his face, but none the less does as he's told. Suddenly the hand and his arm are glowing at the touching points. Vikk jumps and within ten seconds it has completely attached to his hand and the bleeding has stopped. He slowly stretches out his arm, his pain and tears replaced with confusion. He flips his hand slowly to view both sides.

"Woah..." Vikk breathes, wiggling around his fingers, "This is so strange."
"I wonder if it has some sort of powers..." Lachlan trails on.
"Maybe. Here, it's about time I go get the axe. How about you can test out your new hand, and you guys look after Preston while I get some memories."

Everyone mumbles their agreements, and with that I shuffle over to the axe, abandoned on the ground, and pick it up. A second later, the ground sways under my feet and everything goes dark.

~~~

2016 words YAS