Author Note:

So I finally decided to write a fan fic. It's not much, and I'm not sure if any of you will enjoy, let alone read it.

However, it is my first work that I have ever shared. So if I get a single favourite, follow or even a review, good or bad, I will write the next few chapters as quickly as I can and continue the story in the hopes that more of you might enjoy it.

So, without further ado, let the story begin. :D

Endergirl

Perhaps they weren't there to stop us getting in, but her getting out.

As any unsupervised teenager did at one fifteen in the morning with school beginning in about seven hours, I sat in front of my desk on my slightly wobbly office chair, scrolling down web page after web page in search of entertainment. It certainly was not uncommon, most nights were like this actually. And most days were spent jumping from nap to nap, school work and what not in between. It was not a matter of wanting to go to sleep or not, I was simply unable. If I lay in bed any earlier than twelve my mind would run rampant, pulling up ideas and thoughts that needed to be acted upon.

I liked it this way. And evidently I wasn't the only one. Most of my friends were online as well, playing the various games they were addicted to or watching anime. I had never met any of them of course. But I knew them well. I had run into all of them on public servers or in chat rooms, and we all pretty much had the same interests and values, not to mention a mutual disliking of normal people.

It often puzzled me on what the definition of normal was. So far I had been lead to believe that normal was defined as being popular, having a lot of friends, playing sport and having a good body. Although I could never decide because technically I fit all of these requirements, just not in the ways I think were expected. I was popular, on most servers. I had a lot of friends, online. Chess was a sport. And I wasn't chubby nor fat but to be honest, I wasn't exactly buff either.

The familiar ping of an incoming message escaped from my computers speakers and I quickly forgot the thought. LeftHandedSiren. It wasn't the worst gamer tag I had ever laid eyes upon, but it was getting pretty close.

'Hey, we set up a new Minecraft server about a week ago.' The message read.

Minecraft. I wasn't terribly familiar with the game, sure I had played a few times before, but

Another ping. 'You should join. Here's the IP: ###.###.##:25565' A moment passed. 'Some of the others are already here, but we need your input.'

The corner of my mouth tilted upwards. A tactician. That's what I was. My friends knew and exploited the fact constantly. If I thought something through there was always a way around any obstacle.

I placed my hands on my keyboard, clean and grease free due to my constant care. 'Why do you need me?' I typed, hitting enter as soon as I had finished.

'We're going to raid the Ender stronghold.'

A few images popped to mind, depicting the huge dungeon which held the infamous Ender portal. I shrugged, it's not as if I had anything better to do. With a couple of clicks and key presses I found the game which had rested unused for the past couple of months and opened it. I logged in and typed in the IP address, joining the game. A few moments later the eyes of my avatar opened to the sight of trees, their leaves waving gently in the virtual wind.

'TheEngineer joined the game.' The yellow text of the server announced over the chat bar.

A series of greetings and formalities were exchanged between the five other players and I. Before long I had been given a set of half used armour and a badly damaged iron sword.

LeftHandedSiren spoke up. 'Okay guys, the entrance is just through this cave.' I stared past his character, whom for some reason was always a fiery red haired girl with swirling tattoos creeping up her left arm. I quickly dismissed the query as I did every time and focused on the cave. It lay directly ahead of us, dark and menacing. I hardly noticed how unrealistic the blocky graphics were anymore, completely focused on the task ahead of us. He continued. 'I had a little bit of a look, and it is filled with a metric shit ton of Endermen. So just don't stare at them, and we should be fiiiiiine.'

We all acknowledged his instructions and crept slowly into the cave. And he was right, by god was he right. It was seemingly impossible to pass through the tunnels without brushing against the flesh of a three meter tall figure. Their bright purple eyes watched our every movement, daring us to meet their relentless gaze. It sent a shiver down my spine. Sure it was just a game, but something about it… Scared me. A mossy coated wall of stone brick began to emerge from the darkness, our leader moved forward to mine a small hole with his pick axe so that we might pass.

'It's too fucking dark in here, I'm putting up some torches.' One of the players, CowTipper47, stated.

'Wai-' I couldn't even finish my sentence before a golden light flooded the cave.

CowTipper47, found himself lost in the depths of deep purple eyes. A screech of noise blasted through my speakers, every single Enderman in sight rushing towards us. Their jaws seemed to detach, turning their once plain faces into a horrid mask of death. Everybody panicked and began running towards the small opening in the wall.

I pounded my fingers down on the keys, yelling commands. 'Siren, on my six. CowTipper and Pacman, make for the hole, everybody else hold position!'

They panicked as they followed my instructions. I made my way to the side of the cave, LeftHandedSiren close behind. CowTipper47 and Pacman7r0ubl3 sprinted towards the hole, taking the Endermen with them. It was an excruciating minute before each one of them had abandoned the cave in search of their pray. I quickly blocked up the hole as the last one departed, leaving four of us in the room. We saw the death messages of two players pop up in the chat bar.

Everything was silent for a few seconds, before Siren dared to speak. 'You sacrificed them to save the rest of us.'

'It was the best option, considering the circumstances.' I replied, checking to see if my armour had taken any damage.

'This is a hard-core server you know, they can't get back on.'

I said nothing as I looked for another entrance. Upon finding one I called the others over and we slowly entered the catacombs. Our alchemist, 7ippsyMonkey, distributed night vision potions so that we could avoid our late teammate's reckless mistake. I hesitated before Siren gave the order to move out, something felt… Off. Seeing as how we had broken through the walls, we were pretty close to the inner section of the dungeon. There should be more enemies…

We moved as a team through the musky halls, sticking together for protection should the need arise. The alarming sound of a piston opening sent Siren and I jumping backwards in surprise. The other two, weren't so quick and soon found themselves swimming in a fiery pit of lava. I muttered to myself as I deactivated the trap and we proceeded, sparing only a quick thought for our fallen comrades.

And then there were two. Siren didn't seem the least bit fazed, and I normally wouldn't be either. But for some reason I couldn't help but feel as if we were being watched by someone… Or something. The walls crept passed us at a steady rate and before long, we reached a cross road, the hallway splitting off in two separate directions.

I considered the options briefly, it was best not to linger too long and there were hardly any enemies to be found… 'Let's split up.'

Siren nodded his blocky head in agreement and strode confidently down one of the hallways. As I watched him turn the next corner, I suddenly regretted my choice. Shaking off the feeling, I turned around and proceeded carefully down my assigned hall. It seemed to stretch onwards for an eternity, with no defects nor landmarks. Was this normal? I didn't play enough of this game to know the answer. I walked and walked, my hunger bar slowly diminishing. I wasn't sure how long I could keep going.

My screen began to flash black, my night vision was failing. Had it already been eight minutes? As I was plunged into complete darkness I stopped, not wanting to bump into anything while I was defenceless. I heard a possessed groan behind me and bolted in the other direction, whatever it was gave chase.

I briefly debated turning around and fighting the terror, but as another groan joined the pursuit, and another, I decided it would be for the best if I didn't. Siren's death message popped up in the chat bar. I was shocked, he was the best online combatant I knew, what could possibly best him? But the game could not be argued with. LeftHandedSiren, was well and truly, dead.

Finally, my eyes caught a slim glow of orange light ahead of me. I wasn't sure what it was, but if I got there, I might be able to defend myself. I sprinted full pelt the rest of the way, the terrifying groans still growing increasingly louder. Just as I thought it was all over, I barrelled through a large ornamental entrance into an even larger room. The grey stone walls were plain, but in the middle sat a small pit of lava, hovering above it was what we had all been looking for.

The Ender Portal.

I turned to face my relentless stalkers. Three Endermen, unlike any I had ever seen before, stood before me. They almost seemed… Human. But their endless void coloured eyes said otherwise. They wore dark hoods that covered their malicious purple hair, just the tips sticking out from underneath. They were still tall, taller than me. More menacing than that, however, were the long stained gunmetal scythes that towards above the forms. The grim trio stopped at the entrance, not moving an inch.

I scanned the room for an alternate exit, but found nothing. I could always use the portal, but the eyes of ender, which I believe were needed to activate it, had been with Siren. Just as I finished that thought, a faint echoing noise began the throb through my speakers.

The portal was being opened… From the other side.

This was not the Minecraft that I knew. Something was very wrong here, but it was too detailed to be a bug. All of us seemed fixated on the now black as night gateway before us. Waiting, for whatever it was that would happen next.

The bulging of the portal made me sick as it throbbed and bubbled. What was going on? As if in answer to my question, a black clad girl came flying from the abyss and landed heavily on the floor, sliding a meter or so towards the wall. Her hair was a bright magenta which was on par with her soft eyes, now hazy and unfocused due to the unforgiving harshness of her landing. She wore a similar hoodie to the others, except hers was far too big for her. Under normal circumstances I would reason it to fall just above her knees on her bare legs, however as she lay on the cold stone floor, obviously somewhat injured, it just barely kept her decent. She hugged something close to her chest. The object was soaked in a glossy, endless and pure black. I could barely tear my eyes from it as it threatened to pull me into its eternal depths. I recognised the spherical ebbing orb almost immediately…

The Ender Dragon egg.

A single moment of clarity passed before the three monsters of men began to move towards the grounded form. She scrambled away from them, gasping in pain as she cradled her right arm, it must be broken. I had to do something… I couldn't just let them kill her. But was it any of my concern? She had obviously stolen the Dragon egg from her own kind, she might deserve it.

The scythes began to pull upwards in preparation, like scorpions poised to strike. I doubted my sword could withstand more than a single attack… If I crept away now I might be able to escape. I watched on, grimacing as the polished reaping blades reached their peak. I should run, now. Now. Now! My brain was yelling commands but my body would not obey them.

The defeated girl's eyes caught mine. She seemed… Resigned. Her death started to become a reality as the vicious weapons dropped. Her eyes fluttered closed.

A metallic clang echoed through the air. My haphazard sword snapped in two, it would be of no further use. The Endermen looked on me with a sense of superior fury. They were well and truly, pissed. It was an idiotic move, I thought, as the denied Scythe swept up into the air again. We were still going to die.

I glanced over my shoulder at the girl behind me. She stared upwards, her eyes… Seemed not to be looking at my avatar, but instead at me, in the real world. I'm not sure how I could tell, but I accepted it as the truth. I smiled, just a comforting little smile, but I hoped she would see it.

I heard the air being pierced by the edge of our death, creating an even whistling noise. Time seemed to slow down. The girl, whose name I did not know, pulled something from her neck that had previously remained hidden. It appeared to be a small disk, attached to a string to form a simple necklace. The disk was shiny and dark, an Ender pearl. She snapped to her feet and held the item in her uninjured arm, supporting the egg awkwardly in the other.

Just as I feared I was about to part from this world, a blinding flash echoed through the screen, lighting up my whole room and rendering me sightless in the process. Something soft flew from my screen and crashed into me with a destructive force. I heard the blade pierce my characters skin, killing him instantly as my chair rocked backwards precariously. My arms and legs kicked in the air, trying to stabilize myself. But it seemed to be all in vain as I toppled backwards.

The last thing I remember was a sickening crack as my head knocked against my bed frame, and the soft touch of someone's skin against mine.

Author Note:

So, did you like the first chapter? I've got a lot planned for this story if it gains any interest and personally I would like to share it with you guys. But I'll wait and see what you think and continue as quickly as I can from there.

Thanks for reading. :)

- SylentDoom