Herobrine's eyes pierced through Steve with such intensity that he couldn't help but stare back. He knew that kicking his brother was a death wish and that he would pay for it later. Jill stood next to the bed chatting with Notch about current events. Steve was counting how many staring contests him and Herobrine held. So far Steve had lost three times. Herobrine didn't blink once.

"You know, I'm really surprised that there haven't been any attacks lately." Jill said. Herobrine's ears perked up and he turned to the bed. Steve silently celebrated his victory but soon focused his attention on them.

"I know. It's been awhile since the last one." Notch said. Steve slowly eased his gaze towards the window in silent thought. She's trying to find another victim. The tears started to well up in his eyes but he refused to let them roll down his cheek.

"I bet Herobrine is riling up a new attack plan right now. We will have to prepare for the worst." Notch said, his low voice writhing with irritation. Cat Herobrine glanced back at Steve with the edge of his mouth curling into a subtle smirk.

"Once the recruits get here, we will train them to the bone. They will know every weakness of Herobrine, they will memorize his attack methods, they will-"

"Okay, okay. Even I don't know all of that information. Actually, the only attack method we know that he likes to use is using fire and sorcery, but that's it." Notch rested his palm under his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Then how are we to prepare? We have little information about him and close to nothing about his partner. All we know about her is her love for him." Cat Herobrine snorted. Loudly. Luckily he was able to cover it up by acting like he had a hair ball.

"Uh...I think your cat is choking." Notch said with a disgusted look on his face. Herobrine stopped and adjusted himself back into position but Steve noticed the little bit of spit dribbling down his chin. Wait, did he actually have a hair ball?

"He's fine. Anyways, you said that we didn't have any information on her? But I thought we had a lot."

Jill shook her head furiously. "We have knowledge over her physical appearance and powers but not anything else. Hopefully she will make that one fatal flaw that will open our opportunities up and we can strike. Until then, we will have to depend on Herobrine's profile."

Like that's going to be any good. Steve thought with an imaginary eye roll. Of course he couldn't say that out loud because they would unravel his plans.

"Maybe. But we should watch out for her because it seems like every attack she gains a new power. She has to have some kind of weakness." Notch rested his head back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

"How about we talk about something else? This is getting a little depressing." Steve said with a nervous chuckle. Truth was, Herobrine kept squirming uncomfortably and Steve felt a little bad about it.

Notch's eyes suddenly dulled and his brows furrowed slightly. "Jill, could you give us a minute?" His voice was soft but still held his deep baritone tone. Jill nodded and walked out the door.

"I'll be waiting right out here if you need me. I might be talking to Karen so you guys take all the time you want." Her smile crinkled at the sides, her face warm with support. Steve didn't know what was going on but he knew it couldn't be good. The door shut, Notch waiting a few silent moments before beginning.

"I wanted to let you know that Andrew's funeral is in two days. I had all of my best designers create his funeral for what he deserves." Notch's voice faltered towards the end, like what he was saying might break Steve.

"Well that's..." Steve didn't know how he was supposed to finish that sentence. It wasn't great considering the situation but it was a very honorable thing of Notch to do. "I'll be there."

Notch's unsettled gaze wondered towards the beige cabinet where pamphlets about the type of disorders were usually held. "There's something else. We found it at his house in a chest that wasn't burned up like the rest of his house."

Notch reached over to the cabinet and slid the small box open filling little creaks and moans into the otherwise silent room. He pulled a plastic bag that contained only a piece of paper that, by the looks of it, may have been a letter.

"About ten years ago, when you and him had kind of grown apart and he moved away, he had a family. He loved his wife very much and they were expecting a child. She was eight months along." His dark eyes glimmered with the tears that had formed.

"One night, they were attacked. Herobrine had found them and felt betrayed by Drew somehow. He wasn't killed, but Herobrine felt like he should give a man the worst punishment he could ever get. Andrew woke up outside of his house which was battered and broken from all of the fighting. He ran inside to find..." Notch's voice caught, unable to finish. Notch may not have been as close to Drew as Steve, but he was still a huge part of his life.

"He saw his wife. She was stabbed in her...stomach multiple times. Andrew's wife and unborn child were both murdered by his best friend." Steve didn't know what words could describe what he just felt. Why didn't Andrew ever tell him this?

"Months later he moved closer to home. That's where this letter comes in. It was written to you." Notch handed the letter to Steve. His hands were shaking as he pulled the piece of paper out of the plastic covering. He gulped, both out of fear and anxiety.

Finally, he read the letter.

Steven,

You haven't heard, nobody has. My family was killed by your brother. I refuse to say his name, otherwise I might actually hurt someone. I'm a danger, Steve. Revenge prickles its way up me like flames in a fire. I've had nightmares about those eyes, the memories repeating in my head.

My Melanie. We were planned to have a boy. We couldn't decide on a name for him and we'd argue playfully over the issue. I wanted to name him Brian. Ironic, isn't it?

I've whittled down to nothing. I can't live without my Melanie. I want those small arguments over what our child's name would be. I want to kiss her softly on her cheek and kiss her plump belly, hoping my boy would feel how much love we had for him.

My life is over and I can't live. This isn't a goodbye, not yet. Hopefully someday I'll finally see my family again. I don't know when you'll find this, but I want you to promise me this. I don't think I'll live to see that demon suffer for all he's done so when I die, I want you to kill him. I want you to rid of the menace that took my family and my spirit. My boy's first memory wasn't of his father smiling down on him, it was the knife sliding towards him. Please. I need him gone.

The note cut off with a smear of blood. "This makes no sense. He's lived a couple towns over and always seemed happier than anyone can be." Steve tried in desperation. This didn't happen. It couldn't have happened.

"Drew knew that by each passing day he was becoming more insane, so he took pills to temporarily forget the memories and the pain." Notch said. Steve glanced back down at the paper, tears blurring his vision.

"He knew he'd be killed by Herobrine." The cat jumped at the sound of his name, but Steve didn't care. He wanted to rip the letter apart. He was angry at Herobrine for killing an innocent man's wife and child. He was angry at Drew for never telling him what happened to him ten years ago. He was angry at himself for not killing Herobrine when he had the chance.

"In the note he almost sounded suicidal." Steve choked out.

"No, he just knew Herobrine would attack him again he just didn't know when." Notch replied. Steve grasped the paper with his heart racing every time he read over the note.

"Why didn't he ever tell me?" Steve whispered, the tears dropping with a thick plump...plump...plump. He quickly wiped them away but wished he hadn't when he saw Cat Herobrine's worried expression. He didn't know what Steve was reading.

"I have to go." Steve muttered. He quickly got up, the leash still firmly in his grasp, and basically pulled the cat behind him. He shut the door before Notch could ease in a word of protest. The paper was crumpled in his hand.

Steve wasn't leaving, especially since this was probably the best place to confront a person. Or perhaps, a cat. He walked down the hall and into the lobby not bothering to pay attention to the woman. Herobrine's eyes traced everything frantically as Steve pulled the leash determined to find the throne room.

It was on the other side of the castle so after receiving multiple looks from people crowding the halls and walking into numerous dead ends, they reached the throne room.

Steve, with all of the effort he could muster, threw Herobrine into the room and locked the door behind him. The cat laid on his side but at the sight of Steve, he turned back into a man.

"Steve? What's going on?" Herobrine demanded with his voice quivering only slightly. Steve was clutching the paper so tightly that his knuckles turned a pale white, a strong contrast to his otherwise tan skin.

Revenge, like it was stated in the letter, was flickering like flames through Steve. A small little flame that, in a few seconds, would turn into a disastrous fire. Trying to hold himself back, Steve tossed the paper Herobrine's way. Keeping his eyes focused on Steve, he snatched the paper up and unwrapped the crinkles out of it.

Herobrine's eyes were consumed with only a single pigment, so it was hard to tell if he was actually reading. Luckily he moved his head ever so slightly when reading each line. His face paled while reading and his breath grew rapid. Steve knew the exact moment Herobrine read the last sentence because he scuffled his feet back attempting to get as much space between him and his brother as possible.

"You killed his family?" Steve asked, not as a question but more of a justification.

"Steve," Herobrine begged, "give me a chance to explain." He held both of his hands out like it was a barrier between them. The same hands that killed Andrew's family.

"You don't deserve another chance!" Steve's voice escalating in volume, his breath ragged, "I gave you another chance. And another. And another. You ran out of chances, and now I'm going to fulfill my promise to Drew."

His eyes widened and he inhaled a sharp breath. Steve lunged at him, and this time he connected. He threw punches, some making contact and others not. Before Herobrine could unbalance him and shove Steve off he had gained a bloody lip.

"I had to kill them!" Herobrine shouted like it was going to change Steve's opinion when in reality made matters worse.

Steve threw another punch but it was blocked by Herobrine's forearm and he sent one back sending Steve sprawled on the ground. He recovered to his feet quickly but the punch left his nose bloodied and bruised.

Steve glanced hatefully at Herobrine before taking off behind the giant throne. He reappeared moments later wielding a diamond sword. No, not just a diamond sword but a Kingsmen sword. Even Herobrine knew that those were the best swords in almost all Minecraft.

Steve charged once again outweighing Herobrine's chance of survival. He ran to the other side of the throne room, which was quite vast, desperately trying to get away from his brother. Steve slowed to a walk, his eyes glaring with hatred brighter than any sun. Herobrine backed against the wall when a plan formed in his head.

He acted frightened, which wasn't hard to do in this situation, trying to feed on Steve's rage. A deadly smile appeared on Steve's face and for a split second Herobrine wondered who was truly the evil twin.

He came closer with the sword dragging creepily behind him. He suddenly heaved the sword above him and leaped at Herobrine.

Any rookie would jump away that instant because it was the instinct that controlled them. Herobrine knew better. He waited until the last possible moment to tear away from the wall stunning Steve when he landed. The sword lodged itself in the wooden wall that was painted to appear as an elegant metal or stone.

Herobrine sprinted away towards the chair and slipped behind the back of it. There has to be a chest or something. Herobrine gritted his teeth anxiously trying to find the location of the swords before Steve regained his deadly weapon.

Looking frantically, a stone in the wall caught his eye and he realized it wasn't a stone at all - it was the chest. He almost ripped it off of its hinges trying to grab a sword as quickly as he could. After sorting through various Kingsmen diamond swords he found a single iron sword and smiled slyly. He never liked diamond swords - they clashed with his shirt too much.

Remembering the conflict that was at hand Herobrine slid out from behind the too large throne and came face to face with Steve. Well, that's what he was expecting. Instead there was complete and utter silence that rang through his ears.

He stared out into the empty room attempting to find his brother when a noise was heard above him. He glanced up to see Steve pounce off of the top of the throne and deflected the hit just in time.

Steve rebounded in a matter of seconds and the real fighting had began. Steve swung his sword at Herobrine's stomach and he turned slightly for the blade to barely scratch his side.

"I don't care what it takes, but I am going to kill you." Steve said, his voice sounding lower than usual and ragged breaths adding to the effect.

"Steve," Herobrine started, "they had to be killed. His wife wasn't who he thought she was." Steve, with raw power, sliced the sword creating a deep gash down Herobrine's arm. He flicked away but never dropped his sword.

When Herobrine thought Steve was close enough he rammed the hilt of the sword into Steve's abdomen making him double over in pain. Herobrine took his chance and kicked Steve in the same spot sending him flying across the room and hitting the opposite wall with a thud.

"I don't want to hurt you but you need to calm down. I've dealt with that woman before and she had the exact same personality as the Assassin. She used men and killed them eventually except she got too attached to Drew. I had to kill her and the child. Drew didn't know it but I saved him." Herobrine explained. A smirk appeared on Steve's otherwise hateful face.

"Yeah because you are just a regular hero." Steve hissed in his direction.

"I...I wouldn't do anything to hurt Drew." Herobrine whispered.

"Then why did you kill his child?" Steve spat.

Herobrine stiffened at his question. "She would've killed the baby as well. And I wouldn't risk the baby becoming as evil as her." He answered through clenched teeth.

Steve chuckled darkly. "Well thanks for the advice. Now I know that if you have a child, I have a right to do so. I mean, it is your philosophy." Before Herobrine could react to his words, Steve jumped up with his sword in hand.

"But I guess I can prevent that from happening if you're not here." Steve ran forward with such power that he was knocked on to the floor. A sickening crack was heard and Herobrine groaned in agony. He looked down to see that his arm was twisted underneath him.

He flipped himself around to see Steve towering over him with the smile that resembled a grimace. The sword hung loosely in his hand. Blood dripped off of the sword and Herobrine assumed it was when his other arm was cut.

With no thought involved Herobrine kicked upwards, one leg hitting his chest and the other connecting with his face. Steve stuttered backwards leaving just enough time for Herobrine to stand up. His arm was swelling with continuous throbs and blood was slowly flowing out of the wound on his other arm.

Steve looked up and Herobrine noticed the dark purple bruise forming on his chin. More blood than before started to gush out of his nose.

Herobrine ran and grab his sword, wincing as the object put strain on his arm, and prepared himself. Steve wiped the blood off on his shirt like it was nothing. He then straightened himself up and stared menacingly at him. His head cocked to the side and a sickeningly creepy smile spread on his lips as he eyed Herobrine's broken arm. Then Steve ran up to him in nothing flat, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and brought Herobrine's face up to his.

Herobrine stuttered as he stared into his eyes. Instead of the regular navy blue eyes he had dark red evil eyes. He's being possessed. Herobrine finally realized.

Steve chuckled lowly and evilly before tossing Herobrine to the ground where he landed on his arm. He let out a shout at the sudden pain to his already broken arm.

Steve stepped slowly towards Herobrine and started circling him with the sword's tip dragging on the floor. The Assassin. She's controlling him. I have to save him before...

Steve cackled loudly and brought the sword down on Herobrine's leg. He groaned painfully, especially when Steve ripped the sword back out, the blood pooling underneath him.

"I'm going to make you suffer." Steve's voice growled in such a low octave Herobrine wondered if it was even humanly possible.

He crawled away desperately trying to get away from him. He had to use his sorcery skills if he was going to rid the demon that was possessing Steve. But that much energy might kill you.

What does it matter? That demon is going to kill Steve if I don't do something about it! Herobrine argued with himself.

"Oh, Brine. You used to be so powerful and now look. You're crawling away from your brother Steve." Herobrine glanced up to see the red eyes glow a bright orange like flames.

Steve stepped ever so gently forward, the sword outstretched in front of him. Herobrine backed against the wall holding his arm. "You are pitiful." He spat.

"Really?" Steve asked with a humorless laugh, "Well then I guess that makes you desperate, doesn't it." Steve lifted the sword that was aimed for Herobrine's gut. But right as he stabbed, Herobrine jumped up, barely missing the blade, and clutched Steve's head.

He took a deep breath before releasing the magic and energy. They both screamed in pain as the power rushed through each other. It was so hard to concentrate with the pain that Herobrine almost couldn't mutter the spell. But when he was finished he fell back against the wall with a gasp for air. Steve fell back on the ground with a thump and also gasped for air. When he looked up at Herobrine, his eyes were the navy blue Herobrine knew so well. The demon was gone.

Steve scampered over to Herobrine with concern instead of hate filling his eyes. "W-what happened? Are you okay? Did I do this to you?" His questions blew by Herobrine as his heartbeat was filling the sound in his ears.

The pounding subsided and he was able to see clearly. As Steve was rattling off all of the questions he had, Herobrine was focused on something else.

A sound had appeared out of nowhere that sounded so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. He tried to focus on it when it came to an abrupt stop. His eyes widened in horror as he limped up onto his good leg and, with all the strength he could muster, grabbed ahold of Steve and hurled him to the other wall. He hit the ground seemingly unhurt but confused.

"GET BEHIND THE THRONE NOW!" Herobrine demanded. Without question Steve cowered behind the throne while Herobrine tried to limp away as fast as he could. But his injuries were too much for him and he fell to the ground. Steve shouted something but it was blocked out by the deafening sound of the TNT blasting through the castle, hurdling Herobrine into an inky blackness.

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Hello there! It's been a few weeks since I've updated but that's because I had a slight writers block. I couldn't think of how to make this chapter entertaining so I decided to add little violence.

Okay, maybe it was a lot of violence but still. And (this was actually an accident) but the ending is sort of in Herobrine's view so...woohoo! And he killed Drew's family...but that's not the point!

Also we are so close to the 1000k reads goal!!! Okay bye

-Crazy