??????'s point of view-

What am I doing outside? I don't remember coming out here in the first place. I hope mom and dad aren't mad that I'm gone. Why am I outside at night time anyways? Yep, they're definitely going to be mad. Crap.
I turned around, and ran back my home where my parents and my brother must have been waiting. I saw a man up ahead on the path, wearing a backpack and holding a map and compass. He must have been one of those travelers that come by here every day. I was running fast, and almost ran into him. I quickly stepped aside, but continued with my stride.

  "Sorry, sir!" I called out to him as I waved.

I continued to run down the gravel path, until I reach the old, torn down house. Vines were growing here and there, there were holes in the floor and the ceiling, and it was quite small, but it was the place I now call my home. Armen had picked it out, I believe. I let out a sigh, nervous about how mom and dad would react to me coming home so late. They're probably scared to death.
I walked up onto the old, rickety porch, and pushed the old doors open. There was a vile smell, but it was so familiar. Maybe dad went hunting and came back with kill for dinner? Gross, but we have to survive like that. I just hoped they weren't fighting again, especially in front of Armen.

  "Mom, dad! I'm ho.." I stopped dead in my tracks.

My eyes became wide, and my heart raced. My body shook and my breathing became uneasy. I felt like I was going to throw up. The floor and the walls was stained with blood. My mother and father laid on the stone floor, surrounded by a pool of blood.
My mother was decapitated, and my father was stabbed so many times in the chest, face, and abdomen that his face was nearly unrecognizable, and his intestines and guts were spread across the floor. A sword was in his open hand, showing that he tried to defend his family. My eyes filled with tears, and let them go down my cheeks, as I gasped, trying to breathe.

  "M-mom...d-dad...?"

I ran to the bodies, but as I feel to my knees next to the corpses, they vanished. Every body part, and every speck of blood disappeared, like it was never even there. What's happening? Am I going insane?

  "Armen!" I called out, running to my room.

I went through it, and went to Armen's room, only to find that he wasn't there. I was terrified. I was either losing my mind, or something really did happen and my brain was putting me in some sort of denial. I ran out, and went up the stairs to my parents bedroom. I pushed open the old doors, and ran into the small room.
It was long in length, and had open space on the wall to allow us to look down onto the kitchen. At the far end of the room, was a desk, and in front of the desk, was a young boy sitting on the ground. He had his knees up to his face, and sobbed into his legs as he held them close. I could see small stains of blood on his clothing, and his cheek. His blonde hair was matted down in blood as well.

  "A-Armen?!" I ran to him, but his body vanished like a ghost.

I stared at the spot that the image of my brother once sat. I couldn't believe this. Is this a consequence for what I did? What am I talking about? What did I do? I spun around when a loud, yet dark echo of a laugh broke out. For a split second, I saw a man standing there. He looked like me, but his eyes were completely white. He had a wide, maniacal grin on his face. He vanished almost instantly.

  Why are you caring for ones who never existed in your life? You don't have any family. You've never had parents. You're nothing to this pitiful world. Just a mistake that was never meant to be.

I feel backwards, hitting the back of my head on the desk. I got up and rubbed it, placing my hand on the polished wood surface, or what I thought it was. I looked down, finding my hand resting on a leather cover of a book. It was torn badly, and the pages looked like they were yellowing. I held out my shaking hands to it, and slowly opened it up. The frail page nearly torn in my light grasp. The words in the book looked too familiar.
It was my diary. Why was my diary up here?
I looked up when I heard a loud creaking throughout the house. Suddenly, every window shattered into to pieces, letting glass glitter the floors. I covered my ears from the eardrum piercing sound. My ears rung for a moment, from the loud shattering sound. I put my hands down, and looked through the window, hearing the glass shards crunching under my feet.
Dark clouds covered the sky, filled with lightning, with strong winds blowing, but I couldn't feel it. I shook my head slowly, feeling a fear filling my entire body. I clenched my fist tight, trying to stop the shaking in my arms. My body just went stiff. Finally, I shook my head, and ran down stairs.

  "Mom! Dad!..." I called, not just to them, but anyone who could hear my cries.

I ran down into the basement, hoping that my family was safe down there. I kind of hoped I was just losing my mind, that way my family has a chance of still being alive. No one was in the ominous basement. I was all alone here, by myself. The low flames on the lit torches began to grew brighter and brighter, until all of the torches suddenly exploded. The sparks of flame came flying at me. I covered my face with my arm, but I felt no burning sensation. I was terrified. I ran back upstairs, feeling I had no other option but to leave.

  "...Armen! Anyone, please!" I bolted out of the house.

What's going on? Why am I seeing things? What's up with the weather? Where is everyone? Is anything here even real? I looked up and down the path, in a panic. Maybe the blacksmith can help me? He doesn't speak our language, but I'll find a way to make him understand.
My feet ran down the hill to the blacksmith shop, where there torch light in the building shined in the dark. I tripped at the bottom of the hill, and rolled to front of his shot. Quickly I got to my feet, and faced the entrance. I hyperventilated, trying to catch my breath.

  "H-help...p-pl-please..." I said between breaths.

For the second time, it felt like my heart suddenly stopped. This can't be happening... No. I can't! The body of the blacksmith was disposed of in the left corner, with his throat slit, and eyes wide open, forever seeing the image of the one who had murdered him. Blood was everywhere, staining everything in the small shack.

  "No... No, no,no,no,no,no!" I dug my fingers into my scalp.

I then remembered the man I had almost ran into earlier. He has to be nearby. He couldn't have gone too far. I turned around and ran along the path once again, into the open area, shouting for help. I didn't know what else to do.

  "That traveler. He can help me...right?"

Lightning and thunder rattled the skies above. Lightning crashed down to earth with loud echoes of booming. I didn't feel any of the wind hitting me as I ran. My eyes didn't hurt from the blinding strikes of lightning that hit the ground so close to me. In fact, my body felt numb to the environment, but my emotions were far from numb. Even in the strong winds that moved the leaves on the trees, the falling leaves fell straight down.
On the porch of my home, I saw a tall figure standing there, looking at me. The closer I got, the more familiar it became, but I knew that it was too tall to be my father. Half of it's face was black, while the other was pale, with a white eye, but when I ran past where it stood, it faded away.
It has to be some nightmare, but why does everything feel so real? I'm supposed to be able to control my dreams, can I? What the heck am I saying? Why am I saying things that don't make sense? I saw another figure, this time it was up ahead on the path. I recognised the blonde hair, black jacket, and hat that the figure wore.

  "Hey, sir! Please stop! I need help! Please!" I called out, but he didn't hear stop.

He continued onwards, disappearing behind the trees. How did he not hear my cries? Lightning crashed nearly everywhere, setting grass, bushes and trees ablaze. For a moment, I stopped, and looked back at my home. My body felt heavy, and my breath felt like it was forced out of my lungs. My home was on fire, being repeatedly hit by lightning strikes. More warm tears filled my eyes, and went down my burning cheeks.
That was it, then? Losing everything? True, I didn't like that house, but Armen did, and that was what pained me the most about seeing it go up in flames. I turned back around, throwing it aside, and continued to run to the traveler. The path ended at a long and wide river. He couldn't have gone across. I looked to the open space to the left, and saw him disappear behind the ground, so I assumed that he had gone down a hill.

  "Wait! Stop!" I called out as I continued to follow him.

As more of the area came into view, I could see that he hadn't gone down a hill, but he found his way down a large hole in the ground. The ground cracked underneath my feet, and I saw the world rising above me, taking me into cloudy darkness. My body collided with the stone ground below, continuing to be crushed by dirt and stone that had fallen with me. I crawled out of the rubble, and pushed myself back to my feet. Pain erupted throughout my body, but it didn't feel like it came from the fall, or nearly being crushed. It felt internal, and not like that of broken bones.
I looked up, letting my eyes settle to the darkness. Dust was in the air, but I didn't feel the need to cough. I was in some underground cave, but there was strang flat stone, as if it was man made. I looked down to examine myself incase I was injured, but was more shocked at what my eyes averted to.
There was a black pattern on my right shoulder, going down my sleeve and onto my arm. Was that there before? No, it wasn't. I tried to get it off, but I only scratched into my skin. It bleed a small bit, but I felt no pain. What is this black on my body? I looked down, seeing that it was on the bottom of my legs as well. I looked around seeing light in the distance, but it was very far away, yet still allowed me to see just enough in the darkness.

  "What is this place?" I said, then noticed that my voice was getting deeper.

I didn't let that bother me, because something else caught my attention quickly. Deeper into the darkness, was a dark human shape. I thought that it might have been the traveler.

  "Hello? Sir, I need help! I don't know what is going on...but..." I said as I got closer, noticing his strange lack of movement.

  "Sir?"

I walked around a large underground pond, and went up what I had thought was the strange traveler, but his body was drained of all color. I gasped when I got close enough to take in the right amount of detail. It wasn't the traveler, or even a man, at that. It was lifelike statue of a man, with a look of horror forever plastered on his expression. The was another one not too far from it, depicting a different man. I felt felt scream rise up in my throat, but I held it back.

  "W-what is this place?"

I looked back at the rubble from where I had fallen through. It seemed like there was a lot more dirt and gravel there then there should have been. I hoped that the traveler wasn't crushed underneath it. This place seemed so familiar; like I've been here before, but...something was missing. Or was it someone?
I walked away from the statues, feeling too uncomfortable around them. Was this some sort of burial ground many years ago? It was right under my house, too, or what was my house. There were more statues around, but these ones caught my eyes. They looked...familiar. One in particular wasn't even standing like the rest. It was a young man, sitting with his legs crossed and looking down at the ground, as if he felt defeated.

  "Who are these people? Why do I feel like... I know them?"

The statue closest to me, and more in the dark, was an older man. He stood straight, with his hand on the hilt of his sword on his side. We was wearing more modern clothes then the others. A jacket and jeans, that were a bit ripped on the knees. That tore me as rather it was in a real burial ground or not.
He reminded me of the traveler, but I knew that there was something more to him then that. The second one one next to him was a female, wearing a short dress, and a strap around her chest, going up to her right shoulder. She had in a ponytail, and had long pointed ears. Was she some elf?
I turned to another statue, that stood next to the sitting one. It was less familiar to me then the other ones, but still recognizable. He wore a bit of armor, and had a mask covering his mouth and nose. His hand was on the handle of a sword on his back, and he wore a hat that made some of his hair cover his left eye.

  "I know these people, but how?" I said to myself.

I started to actually...feel. My body was still numb, but I felt my head start to ache. I put my hands on the sides of my head, but I felt something that wasn't right. My right ear was hurting, like growing pains. I momentarily gained feeling in my hand, allowing me to feel my ear actually growing to a point,and getting longer.
Make this all stop.
I hissed, as I put my arms down, and looked down at the last statue. It was the sitting man. Even with his head held low, not allowing me to see his face, he also jogged some memories in my mind, that I lost almost right away.

  "Armen?" I covered my mouth.

Why did I say my brothers name? This man looked nothing like Armen. Not to mention that Armen was just a child, and this man looked like he was a lot older. My vision blurred, becoming purple in my right eye. Everything was slightly inverted.
Suddenly, images began to flash through my mind, so fast that I was only able to comprehend a few. One was with me, the jacket wearing man, and the sitting man in a place filled vastly with snow. Another was with me and the sitting man in some town. We were both just wandering around. The look on his face seemed so confused. I recognized that small town. Ruby Shire.
Another was with the three of us, in some dark place filled with lava. The sitting man was wearing shining armor, and held a gold and purple sword. Then, I was at the river with the jacketed man, when I was shot, and we were attacked by the man in the hat.
The last one I was able to catch, was me and the jacketed man sitting at a round table with the elf girl. My eyes snapped open from the visions. There was a loud crash around me, that I knew should have hurt my ears, but it didn't. For a second, my vision was pure white.

  "W-what...what the h-he..?" I didn't finish.

I could feel the ground underneath me begin to shake, as pieces of the ceiling started to fall down. The roof was going to cave in. I looked back at the entrance to the cave, seeing that it was completely blocked off from when the ground caved in. I can't go back that way.
I looked back ahead of myself, focusing on the light far ahead. I don't think I'll be able to make it out that way, but I supposed that I could try. I ran around the statues, passing more and more as I ran. I didn't have any time to take in the detail of the other statues; I just had to get out of here.

  "Come on! Come on!" I yelled, reaching my hand out, knowing that there was nothing to grab.

It seemed like no matter how much I ran, the light never got any closer. I looked like it was going further and further away. I could hear the loud crashes behind me, following me as I tried to escape this nightmare. All of the statues that I passed, began to look like they were staring at me, with their heads following my movement. My head felt like it was crushing my brain. I wasn't too sure if I preferred the numbness or not.
Finally, the light looked like it was getting closer. I was almost there, when a man suddenly appeared in front of me. I tripped, and rolled on the ground, still feeling nothing but the aching in my head. I looked up at the man, my inverted vision clearing enough so I could see the details on him.
He had ash black hair, a white buttoned shirt, light brown pants, gray boots, and a leather strap going up to his right shoulder pad. His cyan eyes looked down at me, almost emotionless. He was the statue of the sitting man. That man that I knew was...Armen...

  "Drake..." His voice was low. He sounded like had been mentally broken. "...I'm sorry..."

His eyes flashed completely white, as his body was struck by multiple lightning strikes, coming from nowhere. His body vanished in the bright lights. I heard more loud crashes as stone hit the ground. I looked up, and saw the dark stone coming down on me. I felt that I couldn't help but scream, as it came closer. I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to watch as I was pulverized. I waited to feel the pain; I waited to hit the ground as the stone made impact with my body, but I still felt nothing. Did I die that quickly? Or did I not feel my body being flattened because of this strange numbness?
No. I'm not dead. I can still feel the pounding in my head.
I forced myself to slowly open my eyes. I didn't know what I would see, or what was happening, but I knew I couldn't just sit there and wait for an ending that wasn't coming. I looked up, letting a gasp escape me.
The man I had seen earlier, with glowing white eyes, sat on a throne of gold, with three diamonds. One above him, one to his right, and one to his left. Names came to my mind, that I felt I shouldn't say. Fire was around him, and his blue clothing had dried blood stains all over.
I looked more to the left, and saw my brother suspended over a pit of lava. His head hung down, bruised and beaten, with his eyes closed. His eyes opened slightly, looking at me. He moved his mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out.

  You must choose now, like every mortal must choose at one point in their existence. Death now, or life with eternal punishment. I remember that demon speaking those words.

If you choose death now, your friend will suffer forever. If you choose life with eternal punishment, your friend will never have to suffer.

I screamed as I grabbed my head. It hurt so bad. My eyes were tearing up again. I remember that. I remember what I chose. My legs began to ache, as well. The image crumbled, leaving me behind in pure darkness, until there was sudden bright flash. I fell onto my knees and shut my eyes.
Once I opened them again, I found myself in a different place. I sat on grass and ash, on a small island surrounded by water, but nothing was right. Nothing seemed real. The water morphed positions in unrealistic ways. The path of dirt and grass moved with the water, and led upwards into the sky. I felt a lot taller then normal. This place couldn't have been real. I'm hallucinating.
The morphing world was making me nauseous. I felt myself about to vomit. I ran to the edge of the small island, falling to knees, and let out whatever contents was in my stomach. I took in a few breaths afterwards, and opened my eyes. The blue water was now red in the area I looked down at. The right side of my hair that hung down by my face was completely black.
My body started shaking again, as I looked down at the reflection in the tainted water. The right side of my face and hair was completely black. My right eye was purple, like one of those Enderman creatures. An agonizing pain came into my head. I grabbed the sides of my head, as I let myself fall completely onto the ground.

What's your name?

His voice echoed. I felt compelled to attempt to answer. Two names kept repeating in my head.

  "C-coll.. No... Dra-dr... N-no...!"

The dark voice laughed wickedly. I love the weak minds of mortals.

I sat up, as the pain in my head lessened, but it was still present. More images flashed through my mind. Drake. That's my name, right? Or was it Collin? No. It's definitely Drake.

  "Hey, Armen, are you awake in there?" I said to no one.

I fell back onto the ground in pain. More memories came through my mind. These new memories involved that wicked house. Awake at night, feeling frightened by the dark entity that lived inside of it. In that wretched basement. I gritted my teeth to keep myself from yelling in pain. I forced myself to stand, and I ran down the thin, twisted path leading into the sky. I had no other choice of where to go.

  "I found this old looking book. It says that his name is Collin."

  "Sacred diamonds! Sacred diamonds! Sacred diamonds!"

A light voice went through my head. That squeaky sound of Armen's voice when we were kids. More memories of that house flashed before my eyes. I remembered that book. The diamonds. The void. The cabin, and the three biomes.

"I met this old man. He's really nice!"

  "You can never escape your fate..."

The ground behind me was falling into the disoriented sea. There was no way that I could go back. I wasn't sure if I wanted to, anyways. I stopped as my vision blurred from the headache I felt. I screamed, before I looked up, feeling the pain leave only for a second.

  "Armen..where are we?" I said, before I shook my head.

What am I saying? Armen's not here. Where is he? But still, it felt like I've said those words before in the past. A long time ago. I saw more visions, and I was able to feel something other than pain. It was cold; freezing, in fact. I continued to run before falling ground caught up with me. My own voice echoed in my head, bringing more memories back to my mind.

  "We've had to have been here before. Haven't we?"

I remembered some place cold, and filled with snow. A feeling of uneasiness, and the need to stay cautious. I remembered a blonde man, wearing a heavy snow jacket, and wearing a helmet. He aimed a gun at us, and made threats.

  "Who are you?" His voice echoed.

My own voice followed it. "I'm Drake, and this is Armen. We just woke up in your infirmary!"

That man. I saw him in the cave before it collapsed. In the next vision, I saw him without his helmet on, with with his blonde hair down, and shining dark green eyes. Grayson.

  "I haven't taken care of anyone!"

  "I have no memory of this place. Collin took me in."

How is that possible? It doesn't make sense, unless it's some big coincidence, which is highly unlikely in that situation. Armen's voice came back.

  "...Dude... I remember..."

I shook my head as more tears went down my face from the agony. With each memory, the pain in my head increased.

  "Does the name...Herobrine...ring a bell?"

I remember Grayson denying everything we had been through.

  "Well, there's a legend about Herobrine."

  "They say that he chooses his victims, and follows them. Then eventually he'll just take them."

I knew exactly what to say, and I remembered that it struck him hard, testing his beliefs.

"All stories are based off of something true."

I was right. I was more right than I even believed back then. The world around me kept switching from the skies of day, to the skies of the night. My head felt like it was about to explode. How have I not passed out yet?

"What if the same thing that happened to us, happened to him?"

Armen's voice followed again. "He looks so familiar. Like, the old man."

  "He's just a man with white eyes..."

I stopped when I felt something on my lip. I lifted up my hand, and felt a wet and warm substance. My nose was bleeding. I clenched my fist, determined to get out of this messed up fantasy. I saw this rectangular object at the end of the windy path. I hoped that it would lead me out of this place. The images in my head changed once again.
Armen and I lost Grayson after going through a portal, and reunited with him. We went into an abandoned city, what was is called; Iron mere? I remembered some tree in an underground room, with a freakish eyeball on the trunk. Grayson read a book that sat in front of the tree.

  "One will suffer, and the others will feel great pain."

Are you sure that your friend was the one that suffered? A deeper voice echoed.

"Shut up!" I yelled, running faster. So close, yet so far.

I saw Armen and Grayson in sets of armor. We ran through the city of Iron mere, trying to escape something that was chasing us. What was it? The man with glowing eyes was there, and I could see the fear in Armen and Grayson's faces. Him. Herobrine.
We were at a forge, creating a sword for some important purpose. Underground, filled with lava. The diamonds. Herobrine stood before us, ready to attack. I remember the feeling of exhaustion and desperation, but mainly the feeling of grief.

  "I can't take this anymore!" Armen shouted as he jumped off of the edge, into the lava, but not without taking Herobrine with him.

I remembered that I had left Grayson to allow myself to grieve in my best friend's death. In another vision, I could this strange purple and blue essence rising from my hands. The word 'magic' grazed over it in my head. I trapped my friends possessed body, a put a small part of the demon onto myself.

  "Magic died out when the dragons did."

  "I have something in my possession that 'they' want."

The world was getting blurry. I fell onto my knees, and vomited more blood. I sat to catch my breath for a second, as I looked back behind me. The ground was still falling and crumbling behind me, falling into the sea of illusion. With my mouth still covered in blood, I stood back up and continued to run. I tripped on my own feet, but immediately got back up and continued on. I needed to get to the top. I needed to get out of this h***ish dream.

"I'm tired of the bloodshed... I'm sick of it."

  "He knows you have it, Drake. He knows you have one of three."

I cried out again as I dug my fingers into my head. How long have I been running? Am I even going anywhere? I remembered that girl at the inn. Elf ears with bright light blue earrings. Big lime green eyes, and a shining white smile. Blonde hair with pink highlights, and a pink dress.

  "Why, hello! I'm Mia."

  "If you're tight on cash, I guess there's something you could help me with."
  "You're a Mage! The is really cool, not gonna lie."

I remember telling her about Herobrine. She didn't believe in him, even though he had ruled and wrecked havoc in the badlands long before she was born. We talked about our past, and she had told us what a sick man did to her people. What the emperor had done to her; using her as some trophy.

  "He made us sit there and look pretty. He used us like trophies."

We want into the catacombs, and attacked by strange creatures. I believe that Grayson called them Nightcrawlers?

  "Did you know that was awesome?...Have I ever told you how awesome that was?"

We left, got attacked by mercenaries, and I passed out after the battle with my possessed friend. I've been here before, but it wasn't this bad. I looked behind me, and all around, searching for another way that I knew wasn't there. I can't keep running, but I have to push my limits. The magic library came into my mind. Armen's possessed form, attacking us. I took Grayson's sword... I destroyed that diamond... I killed my best friend...

  "It's okay Drake. In a way, you saved him."

The laugh of Herobrine echoed in my head.

What pathetic lies.

This place, the ground falling, the portal at the end of this path. I've seen it all before. Armen was with me back then, broken, and defeated.

  "We just bought the house..! I don't even know where you came from!"

  "All I remember is...my brother...killed my parents..."
Murderer...

I shook my head. Make this all stop! Get me out of here! It hurt me even more, remembering that tone in his voice. That from the very beginning, I was the one who put him through h**l. Not me as Drake...but when I went by the name of Collin. In both lifetimes, it all been my fault.

  "This is fake. This is all fake."

  "All I remember is seeing people dying and dying and dying and burning and killing."

All. My. Fault...

"You can't save me! Drake, do not save me!"

All...My...Fault...

I made him suffer. I got him killed. I made that choice that lead to his torment and demise.

"Herobrine, I choose eternal punishment."

Lies. Lies. Lies! We've both suffered. He suffered longer than he needed to! I brought that demon into our lives when I was Collin. I made a deal with the devil. I caused all of this suffering. I gave him a vessel. I let myself stop fighting for control. I let him kill them...

"Stop it!"

Finally, I made it to the end. The square portal waited for me to make it across to freedom. The ground was falling apart directly underneath my feet. I jumped and held out my hands, grabbing the ground as it fell apart. As I dangled over the edge, I tried to pull myself up, but I could feel the unstable ground giving out in my grasp.
I gasped, as it crumbled in my grip, and let me fall down into the whirlpool in the illusion of an ocean. I watched what could have been my salvation drift further and further away, slowly becoming engulfed in darkness. I closed my eyes, allowing my fate to take me into whatever awaited for me.
...

Grayson's point of view-

I forced my tired eyes open. Did I really fall asleep on the job again? I yawned, my head still hanging down as I sat with my back on a tree trunk. I watched my foggy breath rise, as I wrapped my arms around my shaking body. I heard a small chuckle, and looked up to the find the source.
Drake sat up on top of his sleeping bag, with his legs crossed, and looked down at his hands. A small gasp left my throat, when I saw him dragging the blade of a sword across his hand. I could see the purple of the material reflect in the moonlight. His hand bled, covering his fingers, and going down his arm. It was my sword that held in his grasp. My sword that he was hurting himself with.

  "Drake..." I said in a low voice, both because I was trying not to wake Mia, and because it was so shocked that my mind could barely process words out of my mouth.

  "What are you doing...?"

Another chuckle came from him, turning into loud laughter. I starting to struggle to breathe. No, I forgetting how to breathe from all of the shock and fear that filled my mind, drowning everything else out. I slowly stood up, feeling my heart racing.

  "SorRy, bUt DrAke iS not hERe!" His voice mixed in with Drake's normal deep voice, and another that was a lot darker and deeper.

His head whipped up to look at me. A wide cheek to cheek grin of insanity on his face. His eyes snapped open as he let out another twisted laugh. His left eye glowed completely white, giving the only light source other than the bright moon. I gasped, feeling my entire body freeze. He took the sword off of his hand and looked down at the wound.

  "It'S bEen a Long TimE sInce I've felT PAin. It is quIte stRaNge, reAiLy."

He stood up, tossing the sword on the cold ground, abandoning it. There wasn't fog rising from his mouth like mine, but misty light rising from the sides of his lips.

  "BuT I wAnt tO KiLl you sloWly."

Before I knew it, his hand was around my neck, squeezing tightly. As I gasped for air, he lifted me up, scratching my back on the tree. I tried to pry his hands off, even trying to dig my fingernails into his skin, but they couldn't penetrate to draw a single drop of blood. It was like his skin suddenly turned to stone. His hand squeezed tighter. I coughed as much as my body allowed me to, but it only drew more air out of my lungs.

He started chuckling again. "You cAn't saVe him. He's Mine!" He broke out into laughter again.

  "He maDe hIs chOice Along tiMe agO."

What the heck was he talking about? Was he talking about when Drake merged a part of Herobrine to himself to save Armen? Tears were coming out my eyes, making the light coming him hurt my eyes from the blurriness. I closed my eyes to keep the bright light from burning them anymore. My own saliva went down my chin, as his blood from his cut hand went down my neck and chest. I tried to breathe, kicking his chest in hopes that he would let me go, but it didn't effect him in the slightest way.

  "SeeMs tHat the archaeOloGist is AwakE."

I opened my eyes again at the mention of Mia. I could see a pink and yellow blur crouching down on the ground. As my vision cleared and blurred over and over, I could see her body trembling, with fear in her eyes. She held my sword in her hands, standing there, and staring at at the scene. I wanted to call out to her and snap her out of it, but I couldn't with his hands wrapped around my airways, slowly trying to take my life.
I was getting light headed; my vision becoming surrounded in black with blue spots as I was slowly suffocating. My possessed friend made his head bend backwards, arching himself in an uncomfortable looking position. He let out yet another laugh of insanity. My arms fell down to my sides, as my consciousness was drifting away. He looked back up at me, as Mia stood up.

  "SEe yoU lAter, Grayson."

Mia charged at Drake's possessed body, with the sword ready to swing. I coughed and gasped as the hands on my neck released me, letting me fall onto my rear onto the dirt ground. I looked up at Drake, and saw through the darkness in my eyes, the light coming out of his mouth stopped, and his eye stopped glowing. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the blade of the sword Mia held sliced through his back. I heard him scream through the slight ringing in my ears. His body fell on top of me, his head now resting on my left shoulder.

  "G-Gray... I'm...sorr..." Was all I was able to hear.

I felt his body go limp. Mia called out my name, as looked over us, still shocked by what had happened. I let out a deep sigh, as I felt my blood rushing to my brain, yet still feeling light headed. I closed my eyes, as my consciousness gave out.