He Was Always Watching [Contest]

Updated on Oct 13th, 2014, 10/13/14 5:21 pm | 1 logs
Published Oct 4th, 2014, 10/4/14 7:41 am

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10Andrew
Level 42 : Master Nether Knight

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He was always watching

The air was cold like the breath of death himself, the gigantic room was darker than anything Steve had ever experienced before and a sickly rotting smell along with screams came from just beyond the grand doors. Doors he hoped would not open. Clutching the crude blood stained knife in his hand, he made his way through the pitch-black hall, his only guide being the candle lit alter at the end of his path. It had been years since Steve had been to the temple of Notch and he wished it could have been under better circumstances... However fate had not granted him that wish. Upon reaching the alter, Steve found the priest villager who was draped in his ceremonial dark purple gown, as if ready for a funeral. Steve, struggling to breath, muttered to the priest:

"Forgive me farther, for I have sinned"

Several days ago, Steve awoke from his soft comfy bed, which was newly ordered from the local shop just down the street. Living in a modern day village was something Steve had always wanted and his new job gave him exactly that. With the village council wanting to modernise itself, they contracted Steve to help design some of the new buildings that were going to revolutionise the entire town! His mother had always told him that he would grow up to either be a waste of space or in prison. Unfortunately, he had never met his Farther.

"Look at me now Mum" Steve exclaimed to himself despite no one being in ear shot. Steve proceeded to put on his nice new blue top, pants, grab his keys and head off to his first day at work, completely oblivious to the fact that he was already in the greatest danger of his life. Steve did not leave the house alone.

Arriving at work, Steve was ecstatic to discover that his new colleague was surprisingly cute. Alex had only arrived a couple of days earlier and began to fill Steve in on the latest gossip. Apparently on the night of Steve's arrival, a man who owned a local pup was found wandering aimlessly around the streets, with no reaction to the fact he had been beaten, starved and that his eyes were missing.

"Haha, Garbage!" Steve told Alex, assuming that something like that would have been big news if it was true. Both continued their work and headed back home but not before exchanging numbers. He found it extremely difficult to sleep that night after hearing about the man.

Steve finally drifted off into a deep slumber yet could not stop picturing the man with no eyes. A horrific nightmare engulfed him and he was tossed into a dramatic struggle against what he thought was another man who lived not far. The fight turned nasty and he grabbed for a knife plunging it straight into the heart of the man. Without mercy, he absorbed his eyes.

Steve jumped up. Scared, shocked and altogether distraught, he found that sleep was no longer a option. He waited until morning to head out for work again. Today, Alex was talking to two police officers who were investigating a murder. The local newspaper had began calling this guy "Herobrine". He knew in that instant what had happened and that his dream had come true. Questions raced though his head.

"How could I have seen it?"

"Why me?"

"How can I stop it?"

Steve did not understand what had happened but he did understand that he was the only one that could stop it. He could not tell anyone about his vision because that would make the ordinary person think that he had done it or even that he a psychopath. Steve raced home at the top of his breath and took a couple of sleeping pills he had lying around. If he was going to catch this killer, he needed to know what he was going to do next. Steve drifted away...

The dream came back and the killer was in the cottage of a young man, looked about twenty. He drew his knife and plunged it into the chest of the man. However it did not end there, he viscously ramming the knife into his stomach over and over and over again. Each swing tore part of the flesh from the body. Eventually he stopped and began absorbing his eyes, chanting

"Darkness, return me home. Two more, I'll take back my throne."

The police broke the door open and Steve immediately woke up, breathing heavy. He ran for the door to get to the scene but was stopped. A Officer stood at the door...

"Steve, you are under arrest for..."

Steve instinctively reached into his back pocket and took out the blade. The officer was dead. Steve leaned over the body and began chanting. Once that was finished, Steve knew what he had done and raced off to the church. He barely escaped the angry villagers who grieved for their dead.

Steve sat down after telling the shocked priest his story, who appeared to be almost as distraught as him.

"You have to turn yourself in!" pleaded the priest.

"I wish I could, I truly do. It's just that I have to go home. All I need is one more sacrifice and I can go home." Steve said while slowly approaching the priest.

His screams echoed thought out the entire church, it was the most unforgettable experience that anyone could ever live though. Once Steve had absorbed the eyes a portal opened on the altar.

"Herobrine, return to your world" whispered the portal.

Only one thing had to be done. Steve called Alex.

"I'm Sorry"

From that day on, Steve lived in another world and separated himself from what he has done. He convinced himself that Herobrine was another person and suppressed the memory. That is why whenever Steve thinks he sees Herobrine in a world in which he is alone, it is truly he past staring back at him.

And that, is the only true thing to fear in this world.

Only once Steve came to accept who he was would the portal reopen and allow him to travel to different world and no longer be alone. But that is a story for another day...

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