Idk, here's a- um.. random image. Maybe it'll iNsPirE me.

I'm not taking this book seriously, so if you are, GET OUT! 👉    🚪
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     The creaking, clanking of pistons scraped the ground in the other room. At a slow but steady pace, they struck like that of a clock counting down the seconds of my life. I sat there trembling. My hands were tied and my eyes sealed shut. Though I wished to imagine something beyond the world around me, my imagination couldn't let go the oh so real image of my mother's lifeless body still leaking before me.

     My crying and pleading had ceased since then. I was an adult now, and adults don't cry. The pistons continued crushing away in the other room. My only friend was no more. I sat there, numb, unable to do anything but fiddle with my bindings. Maybe there was still a chance I could save my pet Sparky, at the very least...

     Suddenly, I heard the rusty hinges of the door in front of me creek. In stepped the two pairs of iron clad boots as before, only this time more sorry little feet came sheepishly in after them.

     "Good. Looks like y'er finally in th' right mood." The first man spat, likely feasting upon my slumped form with the most wicked of smiles. "Check 'er eyes now." He gave a quick order to the others.

     Two hands roughly untied the cloth around my eyes, freeing what wanted to stay shut forever. Again the hands had to pry my eyes open, which struggled to look everywhere BUT the dead body, even if that meant looking into the eyes of these KILLERS. The one facing me directly was the one I hated the most. He said he got that massive scar from The Man himself, but it was more likely he just tripped over his own insanity while trying to cross the street one day. His smile completely dropped upon seeing my completely normal bright green eyes. He snarled, even.

     "All this and 'ya STILL don't feel one bit overwhelmed?! Not one bit emotional enough to show me y'er real eyes?!?" He shouted. My eyelids were dropped, so I could close them again if I wanted, but I kept them open only so I could watch this man closely were he to punch at me again.

     "Listen but I DON'T know what the HECK you are talking about!!! My eyes have ALWAYS been this way and I DON'T know WHY they would be so IMPORTANT to you!!" My mouth quivered in the shout, my eyes already so easy to water.

     "Because y'er Herobrine's DAUGHTER, you idiot!! Are you SERIOUSLY going to tell me you didn't know that!?!" He spouted from his ever deceitful mouth. Only now, he didn't seem to be quite so manipulative.. just.. so sure, yet, so confused. I for one had never even had the thought cross my mind. I didn't even consider the POSSIBILITY that one like Herobrine would ever WANT to get into a relationship, much less have kids! Of course, my mom never talked about who my dad was. Just figured she was one of those ladies who slept around until I was born. He was obviously lying.

     "Really? All of THIS because you had a HUNCH I was related to some DEMI-GOD -- I don't even KNOW much about!!? How SICK in the head do you have to be!?!"

     "Do NOT question my methods! I've been hunting for ye' my entire LIFE, ev'r since Notch put that bounty on ya' from the day of y'er birth! There is NO questioning my logic!" Then he pointed a sharp finger at one of his men, signaling for him to grab me. As the man bound my head again, "You have ten hours to make y'er eyes glow, or y'er DEAD as the rest of 'em!" Then came the harsh clang of the metal door.

     Again, silence. Only the pistons sounding again. On, and on, and on, and on.

     "For NOTCH sake, turn those OFF ALREADY!!!" My agonizing shout rang down the empty halls. Nobody heard me.

     Nine hours had passed. Still, I was stuck. No food, no water, no sleep. Every now and then, someone would check up on me; make sure I was still there and ask if my eyes were glowing yet. Every time, I shook my head in defeat. For the first three hours, I worked myself out of that chair and freed myself from the binds, then for the fourth hour I tried to escape...to no avail. For one, it was hard to look around having to constantly divert my eyes from the body, and two, there was nothing in here but blank space in this empty room. Nothing but the chair I was on and some rope. So, please don't consider me insane when, after all else failed, I actually TRIED to find a way to make my eyes glow. Had no idea how, but with a single shard of metal left on the floor, which had fallen from one of the men's armor, I stared into the somewhat shiny surface, wishing by the Aether's name that, somehow, my eyes would start to show some form of glowing effect, even if it had nothing to do with Herobrine's genes.

     Nothing happened. With only one hour left to spare, I was REALLY growing desperate!

     When all seemed so bad I began pondering whether it would be better to end my own life in order to give myself a better out than they likely would, I thought one last time through EVERYTHING I had in the room. And, that's when the idea finally came!

     Quickly, I picked up the chair and tossed it against the wall, then again on the floor. When a leg had broken off, I grabbed my bindings -- a rope -- from earlier and tied it to the stick in such a way that the rope tied on both ends of the leg could all three make a triangle shape. Then I, tearfully, rummaged through my mother's pockets.. Aha! She always had tools with her that would help unlock locks, since she was always forgetting her keyes.

     I cut a hole into the chair leg big enough for the paperclip-like trinket. And finally, I shoved the chair leg through the small hole in the door, starting the excruciatingly slow and tedious process of actually unlocking the door. So slow, in fact, that when I finally did get some progress, nearly having unlocked the door, I heard the clanking and clonking of armored feet coming my way. In a panic, I nearly dropped everything. My shaky hands made the last surgical move, and the lock finally released my handle.

     Heart thumping already, my trembling hands struggled to latch onto the door handle firmly enough to open it. When I actually did, I took one look to the right, saw the faces that would forever haunt my nightmares, and booked it in the other direction. There were many shouts and chaotic heel screeching as I raced out of that underground facility, but I was already too far ahead for them to catch me. Out and away I raced.

     Still, in my mind, it could not compute the fact that those I loved were already gone, though I had seen and heard it personally. It would be a while before the reality of it all set in.

     Until then, it was time to wish I had made more than just one friend in my life, because now... I had nowhere left to go...

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Honestly, when I first started this I had NO idea where this was going, but now I sorta do. So, I guess it's gunna be one of those books where I don't really know what I'm doing, but I'm enjoying the trip!