Wow... vary long chap... ok then. Most of you will not be happy with the ending....

I did not struggle while I was in Herobrine's grasp, as we entered Olympus Mons. Tears swelled up in my eyes as I saw the first tresses of the rising sun, knowing that that was going to be my last look at freedom. I suppressed a sob, but then let the tears flow, I just cried, like a child... and I am one.

Herobrine was carrying my bridal style, his entire body covered in blood..my blood.. he laughed harshly, pushing his hand down on my stomach. I superseded a scream, everything hurt, I didn't want to die... but I knew that it was going to happen eventually.

I didn't want to fade away, I didn't want to be tortured for the rest of my life, all i'v ever wanted was to visit my friends with out anyone trying to kill me. One measly visit, I thought that after Weaver was safely back in the past, that the treats to Minecraft were finally over. I'm always wrong..

Third person's pov

Herobrine wached as the almost nonexistent courage in Gameknight's eyes started to compleatly fade, his eye lids started to drop. Herobrine was destroying him, physically, mentality and emotionally... Tears escaped Gameknight's eyes and they closed shut, and more continued to flow, as he fell unconscious.

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Gameknight's Pov

My head was pounding, so much that it hurt, the pain coursing through my skull, my entire body was throbbing... how did I not notice this earlier? All of the torture, it was finally getting to me. My body is numb, pins and needles digging harshly into my skin.. my very soul... My courage was on the verge of shattering like glass, and like glass it can never truly be pieced back together.

Malicious laughter echoed from within the darkest corners off my mind, surrounding me in The Land Of Dreams, drowning me. I clawed to get away but I was only being pulled farther and farther away from safety. Not that I truly was safe in the wakeing world..it was possibly even worse. I stopped struggling as the normally white mist of The Land of Dreams became pitch black, surrounding me. I can't do anything by myself... not with out my friends here to help me.. I can't fight I can't run.... I'm a prisoner of my own darkness... then the black smog engulfed me.

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Clanking? What... I nearly muttered. My body felt like lead, I couldn't move. "Ummmm... that'll work.... later..."Herobrine whispered from close by, "Tisk tisk tisk, your late to the party Boy.... Now you'll face the consequences." Herobrine said. I felt him grab my shirt, hosting my up, "Your thinking gave you away." He hummed as He plunged something a knife into my stomach. Gasping I breathed heavily, my shirt sopping up the blood from the now newly open wound.

Before I could even cry out in pain, Herobrine started cutting into my skin. Stabbing my shoulder, side, waste, and back, Multiple times, I screamed. Herobrine let me go, I fell to the floor with a loud bang. "This is going to be fun!" Herobrine said, "not for you, its going to be horrible.. this is going to be so easy to choke you, till you can't breath, wound you, till you can't think and torture you, so you can Never escape! You are MINE. And your never leaving."

Herobrine grabbed my hair and through me across the room, I hit the wall, before falling on a bed, curling up in a ball, knowing that I coulden't run. Herobrine advanced, playing with a knife, I didn't nothing as he walked twords me. He pushed me down on my back. Tracing an H with his knife on my collar bone, the knife sunk in. I screamed, it sunk in again...and again, he stopped, leaning back to admire his work. He made a kind of brand on my skin, I had a felling that the scar was never going to fade.

He smiled, pushing my head to the side, he leaned in his breath on my neck, then he lunged. I screeched out as his many sharp canine like teeth, pierced my skin and dug in. I struggled eventually throwing myself to the ground, Herobrine being pulled down with me. Herobrine growled, biting down harder, before slamming my head on the stone floor. I stopped struggling, my head spinning.

Herobrine with drew he's teeth, linking his lips, "not bad ... not bad at all... I could go for some more..." He hissed, his eyes hungry. I yelped scurrying away into the darkness. His eye's followed my every movement, like an animalistic animal, I wimmperd. Herobrine teleported behind me picking me up. The next thing I know, I'm pined down on the bed. Herobrine's hand holding my arms above my head, his knee on my stomach, while his other hand took of my now ruend shirt.

I closed my eyes tightly, as Herobrine's lips grazed my ear, "Your a vulnerable little human, a little boy.. I could do so much to you and you wouldn't have a clue to what was happening... naive... but... I like them naive..." I shivered, Herobrine teeth grazing my skin. I yelped when I reached the base of my neck, Herobrine smirked. "Their..." Then he bit down. I screamed as he's teeth dug into sensitive skin, drawing blood. As his teeth dug in deeper, he sucked at the blood as it started oozing out, drawing even more blood to the surface.

When he finally stopped I wasn't moving. He picked me up lightly before setting me down on the ground. Clanking filled the dungeon like room, as Herobrine messed with something. He grabbed my hands, putting a kind of shackle on each. I felt myself being lifted of the ground, my arms spreaing out. "Now we can really have fun..." He said. I sluggishly opened my eyes, looking around. Herobrine was slowly making his way up to me a knife in hand, I was chained to the roof, my feet not touching the floor.

I stopped struggling, letting my head hang in defeat. I started crying, bralling at the top of my lungs before Herobrine was 5 blocks away from me. He stopped, raised as eyebrow, then continued walking. The knife made a slight cut on my cheek, before moving to my chest.

Cut, Slashed, Stabbed.. so long.... so much.... I stoped crying along time ago. Herobrine walked behind my hanging bloody form, his knife clanking to the ground, he bit into the back of my neck, his arms raping around my waist drawing me closer.He let go, I swung a slit bit. Herobrine didn't move, he hissed annoyed. "I have to go to the physical world, I'm letting you down. Try to get some rest on the bed."

Herobrine let the chines fall, going into the physical world to check on something. I fell to the ground, into a pool of blood, my blood. I gasped for some air, my eyes becoming glazed, I looked over at the knife that Herobrine used... It was close.. My hand trembled as I reached for the weapon. My mind trying to command my body to do something horibal to it's self...  I didn't want to... but... I really did... I want this... but I don't...

Third person's pov

Gameknight's trembleling hand finally reached the blade of the weapon; His face blank, he layed their staring at it, still confused of what he wanted. Out of nowhere his hand grasped the sharp blade tightly, the knife cutting deeply into his skin., spilling more blood. He started to bring that knife closer to his body. His hands and now his body trembling, scared for his life..

His Mind Had Become A Battlefield, Fighting For The Young Boys Future. One Side Of Him Made Him Want To Kill Himself, While The Other Side Begged The Young Boy To Abandon His Path... Which Side Will Win... Will He Live...Or Will He Die.. No Mater What... Only More Blood Will be Spilled.