Mitch's Point of View

The screams of a familiar person echoed out through the prison, screeching and peircing my mind. The pain and agony they're in is agonizing and the sounds associated with that pain was just too well-known to me, and so my hands dart to cover my ears, in hope of ridding myself of hearing the sound.

Obviously, it didn't work.

Sure the screams were dulled, but they were still clear and vivid. I'm honestly too scared to even think of what my imagination would come up with if I were to even think of what's happening to her.

They could be using all kinds of things on her, for all I now. Experimenting even. Herobrine's tried so many experiments on many of his captures. It's the reason there are mutated ender-steves all around. That was one of the few experiments that hadn't gone wrong. There'd also been Adam, Ty, and Jason who'd also experienced their fair share of time as one of his wretched experiments.

Adam had been made into Skybrine. Most of his devilish powers had been ridden of, but he still had the golden eyes, but that's why he wears his glasses. He wishes to hide their 'horridly-beautiful existince' behind those opaque sunglasses. Still, although it's very hard to notice, their golden shine could still be found.

Ty had changed into Enderlox, and just like Adam, his changes had been reversed. But of course, again, not all effects had been able to be undone. Instead of normal ears, he had the ears of an ender dragon. He wore headphones to hide the truth from his army, and they still don't know now. We, in team crafted, knew that releasing such secrets would scare and probably hurt the fans, and some might turn on us as a result.

Finally, Jason had suffered the most out of all the three who'd been experimented on. The three were lucky to make it out alive. But most of Jason's experimentations hadn't been taken away, because of the complex mix of genetics. His DNA was too far gone into the wither's DNA. Although they'd been able to change his tail into separate legs and separate his two heads from his arms and re-grown his hands, they hadn't been able to get rid of the wither effect that he gave to people. He now wears a suit to hide the black skin given to him as a result of his DNA being part wither, and also wears the suit to contain the wither effect only in his suit.

I'm just lucky nothing has happened to me yet.

The fact that the team and others may be looking for Aiden and I was slightly comforting, but with the constant, shrill shrieks echoing down and into this cell, I was left with nothing but a chills crawling across my spine. Although the guys who'd been experimented on are probably searching, Herobrine always changes his hideout, so once he's revealed, he'll make a quick escape to another hideout.

The pitches of the screams had increased and were ear-splittingly painful to my ears, despite the fact that my hands were plugging them to the point where my ears hurt from just plugging them. Make it stop, I thought with tears in my eyes. Her painful screams were too much for me to bear, and I want it to all just be over. Please, just make all this stop, I sobbed.

Although I may be a guy, even this was hard for me to hear. (Don't sterotype! Guys have feelings too!) The pain was evident on the both of us now, and I can't take it anymore. This pain is driving me to insanity and Aiden, by now, has probably crossed the edge of insanity, and most likely drowning in it now.

I had the greatest wish to go save her, but the fear of unplugging my ears was just unbearable. To hear her screeches that are asking for help but knowing I can't do a single thing was killing me, and I could vividly see her tortured face smiling at me, and whispering, "You never helped me."

I didn't even realize I was screaming myself until Aiden's screams had stopped, and I was screaming by alone. I looked around in the darkness with fear. I don't even want to know what happened to Aiden, for I am more concerned about my life now. If Aiden had indeed perished, like her screams, then maybe I will have to follow in her footsteps.

I whimpered with tears streaming down my face as I rocked back and forth in the corner, awaiting Aiden's return. I just hope that she's okay, and that her screams died for some other reason unknown to me. 

All Herobrine wants is Aiden, isn't it? I was just bait to drag her here, so I should be left alone, shouldn't I? Jerome was right, I thought sadly to myself. She just brought me trouble and done nothing else. Why must it be me who Notch loves to play with?

~*~

Ian's Point of View

Jerome and I were currently trudging back to Olivia's castle without Aiden or Mitch in our custody. We had searched everywhere up north, not to mention the non-stop battle going on with Ender-Steves all around. We'd lost few men but a loss was still a loss. Many of the soldiers marching behind us held sad-ridden expressions that spoke of defeat and loss.

I don't know how to explain this to Olivia. I just hope that the other teams may have at least found a trace of them, but my hopes were all but diminished by now. Everything had gone down hill when that fake Mitch had arrived.

My thoughts were interruptedd by Jerome grunting uncomfortably. I looked at him weirdly and he noticed my stare and responded, "I don't know what it is, but something just feels weird around here."

I immediately put my guard up and searched the trees as well as check behind some of them too. I found no enemies at all and lowered my guard just a little bit. Nothing here was out of the ordinary compared to the whole time we've been here in this wretched and dooming forest.

"There isn't anything here that we've haven't passed before, Jerome." I said to him and narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air. Seeing him do that, I copied. I bet I looked ridiculous trying to smell the air, because after doing so, a few chuckles emit from the soldiers.

I narrowed my eyes at them and it quickly died down, but some was still evident. I then turned back to Jerome, "Nothing smells different either. C'mon, Jerome, I think this search is getting to your head."

He looked back at me and nodded in dissaproval. "You may not smell it because I have a better nose then you, because I am a bacca." He gestured to the bit of forest around us, "I can tell you now that something is definitely up here. There's an unwanted and ominous feel to this area. Not to mention the stink of a person who hasn't showered in days."

I sighed irritably and looked at him with soft eyes. "Jerome, we're all tired. All of us haven't showered for days since we've been searching for those two. I'm pretty sure that our smell is quite overwhelming."

I glanced around again to remind myself that nothing is different about this place. I managed to convince myself of that truth, and so I went to explain it to Jerome. He was reluctant to agree, but eventually thought the same thing I did. We all just want to go home after sucha tiring expedition to search for the two.

"We may have not been able to attain them," I murmured but put a comforting hand on his furry, sweaty shoulder. "but if we want to find them with a winning chance, we have to be ready and energized. We can't go on forever, y'know."

He nodded in understanding but I could see his ears twitch for a second or two as I was explaining. I asked him what he heard, and replied a guy's voice. Now, I really think that this search has got him so worried, he's starting to imagine things.

"C'mon, Jerome. Nobody else heard anything." I spoke to him pleadingly. He was about to retort that we should look around more, but refrained from doing so. I encouraged everyone to not worry and just keep on walking, and with Jerome giving one last glance back at the area, the squad was gone.

~*~

Mitch's Point of View

I heard the footsteps of my comrades slip away into nothing. I continued to call helplessly, but they couldn't hear me. At least, only one of them could hear me and tried to convince the others that something was up, and my hope had raised at that mention. But of course, that other one just had to ruin it all.

I could've gotten out of here alive, darn it! I thought angrily as I paced the dark cell. To let out the mix of emotions that had bottled inside me, like anger, sadness, the longing to leave this dark place, etc., had been released when I punched the wall.

When my hand receded, it was bleeding furiously, spilling like water boiling over the rim. It dripped with a plip and a plop onto the rough ground. The soft sound echoed softly; barely audible. 

My back slid down the wall and was back to square one. I was holding my bleeding hand close to my chest, where it started to soak my shirt, and I curled into a ball, wishing for the comfort of my best, and closest friend, Jerome.

I remembered all the memories we had together when we were younger and my parents were still alive. We were one big happy family, Mom, Dad, Jerome and I. Then, everything had come crashing down when Herobrine invaded our village and had pillaged everyone's belongings as well as their lives. Jerome and I were lucky to escape, but in the process, my parents had payed as our expense.

It was why I hated Herobrine with a passion. He stole my parents and so I wish to do the same to him. I can't kill his parents though, because he'd already killed them. I am just awaiting until he grows close to someone or has offspring, and then take that from him. Then finally, I will have exacted my revenge and avenged my parents and all those who'd died in my village.

My vengeful thoughts were interrupted by a certain demon; but this demon was one I'd never seen before. This demonic experiment had been changed, and at that, I can say that it's changed for the worst.

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