Aiden's Point Of View

I don't know how long I sat there in the darkness, listening to nothing but the slient, still air. It'd probably been a day or so now, judging by the pile of crappy food that had been given on a daily basis by another ender-mutant-like creature. 

I would have spent time actually feeding myself the crud had my mind not been ruled over with despairing thoughts of what could be, and probably is, happening to Mitch. Despite knowing the fact that Mitch would be extremely unhappy with me worrying over him, I couldn't help the mutual feeling overcome my needs.

I mean, who wouldn't freak out if their friend had been stolen from you to be tortured? 

It scared me so much to think that the sweet checkered polo boy I just practically met could probably come back dead, and knowing he left so much behind just breaks my heart. Jerome, who was probably worried sick over him now, would be broken as well as the rest of the Team Crafted members who would definitely mourn over such a loss.

A loud clatter of metal hitting the concrete stone floor echoed around me, but I didn't pay much attention. That was because I knew it was the other ender-mutant that's been visiting on a daily basis, Enderlox I think was its name, to deliver whatever I was supposed to eat to keep my alive. Right now, I probably couldn't care less about my welfare. 

Mitch needed help, my help, but I can't do a single thing but wait. I feel absolutely helpless not being able to do anything at all. 

I could tell that I slowly driving my own self insane thinking like this the longer I sat here just thinking to myself. Soon enough, you would probably start hearing me talk to myself too. 

No.

I can't let that happen, I thought strongly to myself. I cannot let myself fall into such circumstances. Although I haven't met Mitch in true reality, where there's no blocks, he's done so much for me just doing videos that make me laugh and enjoy life. Now, it's my turn to at least return the favor and stand strong for him.

For once in my life, at least I can try to be someone's shoulder to cry on instead of the other way around. 

My attention was driven off myself and onto the loud clap that suddenly resounded inside the cell. I looked towards wherever the sound had originated from in hope of seeing what just came in. That sound though, was associated with a certain person I'd just met when I first arrived here who wasn't exactly a true ray of sunshine, as some may describe. So, taking precautions, I approached whatever just came in. 

Through the darkness, my eyes that have been deprived from light for so long, searched the floor for anything to see. I could just barely make out the red and black patterned polo, that looked as it'd been torn to shreds but somehow still wear-able on the young boy who looked practically like a bloodied pulp. 

I gasped in realization as I ran over to support Mitch, who was standing but very wobbly on his feet. "Mitch!" I called out softly but my voice was coarse because I hadn't drunk anything in a long while. 

My right arm managed to curl around his bloodied and pale, cold torso. But I was also very weak myself, making it harder for me to keep him from toppling over onto the stone cold ground. He obviously didn't have any energy at the moment though so his weight was all on me.

I grunted in frustration as I slowly walked over the the corner I'd been sitting in and set him down. He slouched forward clearly in much pain, and considering the fact that I was half soaked in blood that didn't belong to me, I was pretty sure he suffered from a lot.

He coughed subsequently, almost sounding as if he were throwing up but had nothing in his stomach to spit out. After his coughing fit, which I could do nothing but pat him on the back hopefully reassuring him just a little bit.

After he'd been able to calm down, I got up to get the bucket of water, which I had been avoiding to drink the whole time I'd been here, and carried it over to Mitch. I tended to his bloodied wounds, which he winced at much of the time despite how gentle I was trying to be, and wrapped it in ripped pieces of cloth from my clothes and his already torn polo.

Next, I tried feeding him some of the crappy food because he was a lot thinner than when I last saw him. Now that i think about it, I thought as I urged him to at least ingest a little of the food, I was probably equally thin because I deprived myself of the same needs.

Well, I'm not the one who's suffering the most right now. Mitch is the biggest priority, and looking at his condition, if I don't do something, things could turn for the worst. 

I shook my head to get the thoughts of the worst-case scenarios out of my consciousness. Soon after that, I realised that Mitch refused to eat no matter what, so I just placed the sad excuse they gave us for food to the side.

Sitting beside the boy who was currently recovering, I let my mind wander and wash my mind's thoughts out of my mouth. "What do you what from me?" I asked through my coarse voice, coughing a little due to the bare amount of water I've ingested recently.

When I had said that, I didn't exactly expect an answer. So obviously, I flinched when I heard the same ominous voice I had heard when I first arrived. The air chilled as our cold conversation sparked and both Mitch and I shivered.

"...I merely want you..." It spoke and extremely weird thoughts were twitching in my mind, conjuring thoughts that no child should even have inside their consciousness yet. But now was not the time to joke around; I needed to deal with the serious tasks at hand. 

Looking towards wherever the voice had echoed from, I replied in a grim tone, "Be specific as to what you want."

By the sound of its chuckling, this person, or whatever they were, was not taking this seriously with me. As much as I want to snap at the person and tell them I'd probably do anything if they'd just let Mitch go, I knew deep down that doing everything on impulse would be the absolute worst choice I could probably make at this time.

So, I waited irritatingly patiently for them to stop laughing like an immature boy. Which, to my surprise, came much quicker than expected. It smirked, I could tell because I could feel it in the air, at me. Almost as if I were the most stupid creature in the world. Mind them, but just to state it out there, I am not. 

"...Aiden...You are so naive..." It spoke and I clicked my tongue as a quick, impulsive response. Thankfully, the clicking of my tongue kept me from snapping at the one keeping us prisoners. But other than that, I made no other move to respond, but the voice was not at all minding that. They just continued their lecture.

I felt as if they were directly watching me and I shivered again. The voice rang out into the air, "...You believe in Notch, ruler of all in Minecraftia..." Its voice shifted to a softer, quieter level but still audible enough for both of us to hear. "...Such simple and naive minds can also be...easily...manipulated..."

Still, I said nothing.

I felt something tighten on my arm and looked to see that Mitch had grabbed my arm, most likely trying to keep me from doing something impulsive. Ha, believe it or not, I was trying my best to keep away from my usual urges to be direct and it was definitely working. I just hope I can keep it up long enough to deal with this stupid person's crap.

"...I want you to join forces with me, Aiden." It announced suddenly, a wave of air swirling around in the cell. Clearly they'd been extremely happy about giving the offer too. "...I may act like I'm the bad guy now...but there's always a method to my...so-called madness..."

I sat there, confused at what the voice had just said. It wants me to join them? I thought, contemplating all my options. What's their ulterior motive? Or really, why do they want me so much? I was clearly never this important in  reality...

It must be the power that I apparently have they want! I suddenly exclaimed, although it was in my mind. I know that I'm a clear deciding factor in this war-game between this kidnapper and Team Crafted, including Olivia. It's like whoever wins me over will be ensured a victory in ruling over all of Minecraftia.

It saddens me how rude people can be.

Like seriously, I'm not just some freaking tool for destruction! I'm a person too, but just with special powers no one else has. Y'know, not that much of a difference, note the sarcasm. 

But to be honest, I hating on both sides. It's quite obvious that neither really care for me, but for what I have. It always seems to be that way for me, reality or not. I frown at the thought, but I'm brought back to the situation at hand when the voice speaks once again.

"I may seem like the bad guy...but..." It paused, and I tensed. What were they talking about? Of course they're the bad guy! They kidnapped me, as well as Mitch, and impersonated him too. Tell me now, how are they not the  bad guy in this situation?

"...Even the bad guys have their stories, don't they?" It spoke, leaving me dazed and confused as to what they were talking about. Nothing made sense anymore. The bad guy is talking like they're the victim instead of us, despite the fact that they kidnapped two people. 

But then again, you shouldn't judge books by their cover, I thought sadly. It was the one quote that I never forget. Just because they look bad on the outside doesn't mean that their expressing what they feel on the inside.

My feelings inclined towards what the kidnapper had to say. Maybe they had a special reason for doing this. I never asked what they were doing this for, nor had I ever questioned the team why there was someone against them in the first place. 

My mind was slowly beginning to process how scattered everything was and how even though I felt as if the team was not hiding anything from me, in truth, they told me nothing. I knew nothing of what was really happening around me.

I stood up in the darkness, but Mitch's grip on my arm tightened even more so. Despite the fact that he was injured and recovering, he still had enough strength to hold me back; to protect me. Still, I needed to know what was going on. By myself.

I gently shook off his grip, reassuring him that I would be fine, even though I don't know what will happen to me after this decision. Still, the best I could do for Mitch before I left him would be to at least try to give him a peace of mind.

I stood up tall and walked towards where the voice originated from. "Tell me what I don't know, and I will see to my decision." 

I could feel a thick blanket of darkness surround me, and for a second, my mind launched into panic. My eyes widened as I tried to look around or feel for anything solid. Weirdly enough, I found nothing. I was standing on nothing and the darkness that had surrounded me was so blinding that I practically couldn't even tell if I was looking around or not.

Then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone. I opened my eyes to find myself outside of the cell but in a totally different area. It was a cave-like structure almost in the shape of a dome and moonlight was shining down from a 1x1 hole in the roof, but it was clearly too high for me to even think of trying to escape through there.

So I sat against the wall as the moonlight illuminated part of the cave, quite beautifully might I say at that. Despite the fact that the cave lacked decor, it seemed naturally beautiful, especially with the ores displayed in the walls.

But what caught my attention the most was who, or really, what my kidnapper was. Slowly but surely, they creeped out of the shadows, revealing themselves to me.

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