All That From A Snowball (A Herobrine Adoption Story)

'Allo bois

I said this'd be the next 'un, didn't I?

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RECAP

     "I-I wnt t' go after him," Jake murmured, voice weak, breathy.

      "So do I... but we're in no condition t' fight," Steven growled quietly, "sleep, 'lright? The quieter we are, an' the less we move, we'll have more 'f a chance going unnoticed. Then, we..."

      Then they... what? Drag themselves back to the house, try to bind their fresh wounds while so weak? Gather what little weaponry they had and hope to the gods the hunters hadn't dragged their friend too far? Even if they were in good health and armed to the teeth... their chances of winning against that mob of trained killers were laughably low.

      "Notch save him," the whisper left Steven's lips, unprompted, "or at least let us try... please."

     Cold wind brushed over both men, and Jake began to shudder again. Drawing him ever closer, Steven scrunched his eyes shut, feeling the weary pangs of sleep begin to wash over him. He hadn't slept all night... but he ought to keep watch.

      Five minutes later, under a dawning sun, Steven surrendered to sleep.

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Alex

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     Steven awoke to a boot thudding near his head.

     He jerked away, arms shoving his torso upright as a startled sound left his lips. It was immediately backed by a sound of pain, due to the disturbed knife-wound plaguing him, "what th' bloody Nether–"

     A hand caught his chin, dragging his head up, and Steven felt his mind go blank as his eyes met a sparking gaze of green.

     The pale, roundish face staring back at him was covered in a smattering of freckles, and framed by wild, red locks. The stranger grinned at him, revealing a gap between the front teeth, "You've got a mouth on ya, ya know that?"

      Beside him, Jake groaned, and the stranger finally released Steven's chin, letting him lean on his elbows as she scooted towards Jake.

     A... a female? One of the hunters, surely. Steven managed to shove himself up to his knees, "Leave off, let us be!"

     The redhead scoffed, regarding him where she sat beside a dazed Jake's head, "An' watch'ya gonna do if I don't?"

      "I... I'll wring your neck."

      "With those shakin' mitts?" Her gloved hand pointed accusingly at Steven's hands, and he scowled when he observed their tremble. She was right... he could do nothing if she chose to alert her master.

     Glancing up again, Steven blinked, his muddled mind finally beginning to grasp the current... circumstances. She looked young, younger than the grizzled men and women serving in that murder-pack, and her skin was fair, unmarked with scars. Her clothes were fitted - a green tunic of coarse, tough cloth, and boots that more resembled the shoes of those who lived in valleys. Leather belts and patches, pouches, and straps wound around her, protecting her shoulders, knees, and chest, she wore not a bit of fur.