A/N The image above is a drawing of Elaine.

Herobrine woke up on the same bed with the same chain placed on his ankle. After the confrontation yesterday, Herobrine felt like staying in bed all day.

"Well lookie who we got here. Finally up, Flashlight Eyes?" Berry teased as he dug into his tool box. Today he was wearing an old, tattered up pair of overalls that looked like they were begging to be burned and a green shirt that was caked with grease and oil.

"Did you get all dressed up for me?" Herobrine asked, the sarcasm heavily laced in each word.

"Why yes I did. Thanks for noticing. Now get up, we got work to do." Berry ordered, tossing Herobrine a pair of overalls and a turquoise shirt. He peered up at him, confused and tired.

"Why did you give me clothes if I have perfectly good ones on right now? And I don't know if you could notice, but I'm chained to the freaking bed." Herobrine couldn't help for how hateful that sounded, but he wasn't in the best of moods that day and people like Berry just pile onto his irritation.

"Well then here, Sunshine." Berry kneeled down to unlock the chain as Herobrine waited patiently, but it was hard. He couldn't help but smirk at Berry's idiocy. If Alex found out he was being unchained...Herobrine didn't even want to think about her reaction.

Once he heard the click and the chain fall to the ground, Herobrine kicked his leg upwards sending Berry sprawled out on the ground. Deciding that this wasn't the best scene to leave when Alex got back here, Herobrine left a quick note explaining his actions. He grabbed a black cloak from off the table and zipped right out of the house.

He glanced back to see that the house was really more of a large shack. Why would Alex hang out at a place like that? Herobrine thought. He kept up his paces until the clearing stopped and the edge of the forest was right in front of him. Despite the run, Herobrine felt more energized than he had in a long while. He started towards the forest, quite enthusiastic, when he stopped suddenly.

The forest is what brought you here in the first place. He thought anxiously to himself.

Then how will I get back to Steve's?

Go to the village. That's how you found his house in the first place.

Oh yeah. But won't people recognize me?

You have a cloak, idiot.

Herobrine kept arguing with himself until he grew tired and turned back to the shack. A wide, dirt road laid not too far from the house. Herobrine assumed that the road lead to the village, so he draped the cloak around himself and started his journey.

It wasn't too long before the village came into view. Herobrine pulled his hood over his head and directed his gaze more towards the ground so his eyes weren't showing.

He started to feel uncomfortable as the crowd of people kept getting larger and larger. Most didn't acknowledge him, many bumped into him, and others muttered and pointed at him. He felt like an outsider in this bustling, happy world. Of course, he could change all of that if he just pulled his hood down.

Don't do that. You know what will happen.

He tugged on his cloak so that his shirt wouldn't be shown. Wouldn't want someone to recognize him as Steve and find out that he wasn't.

"Sir! Would you like to buy a bundle of potatoes? Half off everything today!" Some young boy shouted at him behind a market stand.

Herobrine pushed through the people, his nerves starting to get the best of him. His hands began shaking and the sounds began to clamor around in his head. Market owners shouting at possible costumers, regular villagers making unfair trades with naive people, and noises from the farm animals. It was almost too much for him. Ever wonder why he would stay in the same vast world mostly by himself for centuries? This was the reason. He was considered as an "anti-social".

Noticing a darker, empty alley, Herobrine took his chance and slipped through without anyone noticing. If they did, they didn't show it anyway. He leaned back against the wall and took in deep breaths, letting the noises fade away.

"Thomas, you know something's wrong with him. He used to be so fun and outgoing when he was younger. Over the years he's become more introverted and disconnected."

"I have noticed. What can I do?  He's stopped hanging out with Steve and Drew, telling Alex about his day before telling her in goodnight, and he's started staying in his room more. He doesn't even eat very much anymore."

"Maybe it's just a phase."

"I don't think so. He's seventeen and it's been gradually getting worse for four years. Allison, we found him next to a dead cow reading a potion book last week. He needs to go away to some mental hospital or something."

"No, my baby will not be sent to a crazy house. Maybe Steve or Drew knows something about what's going on."

"I doubt it. He's locked in his room right now while Steve's out working in the fields with Notch."

"Then we need to find out why he's acting this way. It's unacceptable."

"Maybe it's from the stress. He will become a leader of Minecraft soon with his siblings. His birthday is only about a month away.

"Well, maybe. The prophecy doesn't exactly plan out his future like the others."

"Allison, I'm going to figure this out right now."

Before his mother could ease in a word of protest, his father marched down the hall and hovered near the door before knocking. Allison came up behind him and waited for the door to be opened. After seconds of silence, Thomas grew angry and banged his fist against the door.

"Brine! Open the door!" He shouted. Silence settled in once again and his patience grew thinner. "Fine. I'm coming in no matter what."

He kicked the wooden door twice when the lock broke off and the door swung open revealing something neither parent expected.

Brine was sprawled out on the ground with his eyes closed, quietly chuckling. He wasn't what they were shocked about though. No, it was his room. The cream colored wallpaper was barely visible under the hundreds, possibly thousands, words scratched onto the wall.

But it was just one word repeated over and over. Hero. They gazed over all four walls, each with that word scratched into the wallpaper.

"Brine...what is this?"

His eyes opened, revealing his light grey pupils. Over the past few years, his eyes began to get lighter with each passing day, something everyone tried to ignore. He was staring up at the ceiling and his chuckle grew into a deep laugh.

His parents peered up at the ceiling to see what he was laughing at. His mother gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. His father's eyes went wide and he moved in front of Allison to block her view.

On the ceiling was the word Hero, but instead of scratched in, it was written in dark red blood covering most of the ceiling in the substance. He hadn't written it too long ago because some spots were still wet and dripping.

"Brine..."

"Guess that cow was worth killing after all. It gave me my paint to make my beautiful artwork."

Herobrine was pulled away from his memories when he heard a loud noise come from down the alley.

"Hey, yous there." Herobrine cringed at the phony "gangster" accent the guy held. "You in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is our territory."

The guy stepped up from the shadows. Herobrine raised an eyebrow at his appearance. Yeah, he was definitely big, bigger than Herobrine. Except he moved sluggishly or maybe that was because of how he was strutting. His face was grungy and his stubble was nasty and greasy. Two other guys trailed behind him, their appearance not any better. Except they were smaller than the main guy. All in all, they looked like a small wanna be gangster group with a greasy, bumbling idiot as their leader.

Herobrine stood taller as if he were sizing the man up. Of course he wasn't, but he knew that the leader wouldn't like to being challenged. "Yeah, well I'm on your territory and I'm not moving. What are you going to do about it?" Herobrine had to make his voice higher to make him seem almost weaker. It was hard, though, because he was so used to his booming, dark voice that would engage fear into his victims.

The man smirked while the others "sneaked" around him so that he was trapped in the alley. Herobrine kept his eyes towards the ground. Even though it would be great to see the look on this fugly idiot's face when he saw his eyes, it wouldn't be the smartest thing for him to do.

Guess I'll have go to the old days when it was hand to hand combat.

Of course when Herobrine thought it would be an easy fight, all three of them pulled out stone swords. In his rush to get back to the house, he didn't even thick to grab a weapon. It would be an easy fight if he could use his powers, but that would give him away.

He chuckled to himself. Well, this'll be a breath of fresh air. Let's see if I still have the moves.

The leader cocked his head in confusion, a dumb smile spreading across his nasty face and showing his yellow, if not rotten, teeth.

"What are you laughin' at, pipsqueak." The man plodded forward, puffing out his chest to seem bigger. He pointed his sword at Herobrine's stomach. With his head hung low, Herobrine eyed the two others behind him, one of which was about to strike. With one last breath, Herobrine sunk low to the ground, tricking the gangsters.

The one behind him was about to jab his sword into Herobrine's back when he bounded upwards causing the man to fall on his face. Now the second gangster glared back at him as he landed on the ground, and Herobrine knew he'd have to out maneuver him. With a swift turn, the man swiped his sword through air, narrowly missing Herobrine's arm.

In that moment of sudden surprise, Herobrine took his chance and kicked his leg upwards, connecting with the guy's chin. A crack was heard and the man stumbled backwards with his hand covering his mouth. Even in the darkness Herobrine could see the blood seep through his fingers.

He picked up the sword, which was close to being useless, and jumped into the air. He came back down, hitting the man on the head with the hilt of the sword. He fell to the ground, making the battle two against one.

The leader stared at his unconscious thug, dumbfounded beyond compare. His mouth turned to a scowl and he turned to his other thug, who had regained his position, not ready to get tricked again.

Herobrine pulled the dull sword out and pointed it at his attacker. He set his feet so he could bound quickly to either side in case his plan went...wrong.

The man smirked over at his leader, like it would be done and over with in a matter of a few seconds. Well, it could go that way except I'll be the one standing after the few seconds, not him.

"Are you gonna keep smiling like a goddamn rat, or is you gonna actually fight this glitch?" The leader screamed as he leaned against the brick wall. Herobrine rolled his eyes and started to talk to himself again. Why don't you get off your fat lazy-

His thoughts were interrupted when the thug's smile dropped and he began charging at Herobrine, sword ready. Of course, Herobrine saw this coming and bounded out of the way. Just as he thought, the man's momentum was too much and he ran into the brick wall Herobrine had had his back against. 

What Herobrine hadn't expected was the man to be stupid enough to use his sword to try and stop himself - tip first. This didn't work and he ended up slicing his stomach open. While it wasn't too deep of a cut, the guy doubled over in pain and fell against the wall.

Herobrine stepped up in front of the man, brought his fist back, and released a punch so hard that more blood came out of his mouth than his stomach.

Man, did that feel good. Herobrine thought triumphitly. His joy was crushed a few moments later when he turned around to see the fuming leader tower over him. Okay, he's a lot bigger than me.

Herobrine backed against the wall, holding his sword defensively. The leader smirked before clashing his sword against Herobrine's. The shock and power from the hit caused his sword to be flung from his hand, landing near the end of the alleyway.

Well you definitely read this situation correctly. Herobrine's voice echoed in his head sarcastically. Sure he liked quiet, lonely places, but sometimes he would get so lonely that a voice his subconscious created would converse with him. Not only is he anti-social, he's also a little insane.

I'm sorry, he didn't seem very strong when I first saw him.

Well it seems like he is very strong. Aren't you supposed to be the all powerful Herobrine? You know, the one who kills people when he's bored.

Most of my powers were drained. What do you want be to do? Speed and agility isn't going to bring this one down.

Just then, the leader's focus came back to Herobrine. He grabbed ahold of him by the neck and lifted him just far enough so that his feet couldn't touch the ground. He was losing his air quickly, and the sword pressed against his stomach didn't help matters.

The greasy slimeball of a man snarled (it may have been a smile). "I told you this was my territory." Herobrine felt the pressure of the sword's tip gain against his stomach, until the skin broke and blood appeared.

With his eyes squeezed shut, he was waiting for the sword to impale straight through him. He'd have to go through the agony of pulling it back out and letting his wound heal. One of the cons to being immortal. He thought to himself. When the shooting, unbearable pain never came around, Herobrine became angry.

Just get it over with! Might as well get a gaping hole in myself sooner rather than later.

Suddenly, the grip on his neck loosened and he dropped to the ground, gasping for air. The gangster's eyes were wide with alarm, then rolled into the back of his skull. He fell, slowly at first then crashed down causing all the dirt and dust to fly into the air.

After long, confusing seconds the dust finally settled and Herobrine could see the alley once again. The leader was motionless with a small dart sticking out of his arm. He stared with wide eyes at the thug, unable to move away from the wall. His vision was blocked when another figure stepped in front of him.

He was about to glance up when he was grabbed by his shoulder and hoisted upwards. At what he thought was a friendly gesture turned sour not even moments after. He was slammed against the wall as the cloaked figure placed their arm on his neck, pinning him.

"I swear to Notch you are the biggest idiot in this freaking family."

Alex lifted her chin up and Herobrine could finally make out the features of her face. He smiled sheepishly through his own hood.

"Um...hey. How's it going?"

Alex drew her arm back releasing him from the wall. He stumbled to regain his balance as Alex waited impatiently.

Once he was able to stand correctly, Alex grabbed the back of his neck and lead him down the alley. Herobrine complained about her hurting his neck but she persisted onwards and ignored him completely.

What seemed forever for Herobrine, the wall was only about a minute. The alley opened up to a field of grass, hills, and a forest in the near distance.

"Woah. This is so-"

Alex punched him in the face.

He fell onto the grass and some broken cobble where the construction had stopped on the pathway. "The nether was that for?!"

"That was for ruining my reputation in that town!"

Herobrine's hand dropped from cradling his cheek and he peered up with confusion. "What?"

She groaned outwardly, clenching her fists as to calm herself. "Look, this story will get very confusing so pay attention." She waited a few seconds before continuing.

"Okay, here goes. See, there are two types of me that these people see. There's Alex, the sister of the famous Steve. Then there's this," Alex gestured to herself.

"To escape that shadow, I created a separate person. I used the cloak to shield my true identity. I'd walk into town and get the same weird stares, but nobody ever bothered me. They began calling me Amunet."

Herobrine's confusion dug deeper. "Amunet...the goddess of mystery?"

"Yes. I've been doing this for years. Eventually people just became used to me and I became overlooked in this town. That's all I ever really wanted that I could never have."

"You hated the fame of being a semi-god, so you dress like a mysterious person and become a nobody? Where do I come in and ruin your reputation?"

Alex slid down the wall and sat across from Herobrine. "I never bothered these people. Even the lowest of the lows. Then you come waltzing in looking like Amunet and almost kill three guys!"

She took in a few deep breaths to calm herself. "How did the people look at you when you walked into town?"

Herobrine had to think about it before answering. He hadn't been real focused at the time. "A few people gave me weird stares but other than that it was oddly normal."

Alex nodded glumly. "That's because they thought you were me. I saw you from the rooftops the moment you stepped into town. You were doing really well at first, then you became frantic and unfocused."

Herobrine's eyes widened and he began laughing nervously. "So you're the one who shot the dart."

Alex rolled her eyes and began laughing. "Who else do you think did it? And while we are on the subject of your fight, what were you doing? That last guy almost stabbed you and he was a common drunk." Her eyes lit up as she laughed even more.

Herobrine smiled as he laughed along with her. "My powers were drained and he was twice the size of me!"

"You've taken on armies by yourself so I don't want to hear it." She said humorously. Herobrine laughed along with her, but in the back of his mind there was a small hint of something he didn't recognize.

Regret. Guilt. Shame.

Her laughing stopped and she stared at him, almost worried. "Hero? You okay?"

He nodded his head with a small smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. So how'd you get to know Berry?"

Her eyes fell to the ground and her smile tugged up shyly. "It's a long story that you don't want to hear."

Herobrine smiled. "I missed out on hundreds of years of my little sister's life. I think I can spare the time for one story."

Her eyes gleamed with surprise as she stared at him. Herobrine was worried that he had offended her, but then a wide, toothy grin appeared on her face.

"Well it started when..."

Herobrine had listened with interest as she retold her story.

"Night Alex." He began to step out when he heard a small voice call from behind.

"Goodnight Bubby." He smiled back at her and closed the door. Brine held onto the doorknob forever, not wanting to move away. He was her protector, her knight.

A tear slid down his cheek as he pulled out the bottle containing a powerful spell. The hero spell.

"Alex, know that I'll always love you. I am going to be your hero forever."

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Hello everyone! How'd you like this chapter? I like it, but that's because I love chapters with emotional stuff.

I'll have you know that I would've beaten that guy up easily if I had my powers back.

It's not my fault your girlfriend took your powers and you fight like Steve.

Hold up. I do NOT fight like Steve.

Sure ya don't. So do you guys like it? I mean, I didn't leave a cliffhanger but I did add violence.

I like violence.

Shut up, you're wanted everywhere. Anyways, see ya guys next chapter!

-Crazy