True Griefer (Prequel to The Newest Member of Crafty Girls)
He had been running ever since they came after him. He didn't know how much longer he could do it. His world was never ending but they kept on running.
How many more apples and bread would he waste just to get rid of them. Even the horses or pigs couldn't out run them. They got killed and he would fly up, still running.
What was worse was when nightfall came. He hid in the mines but he knew they would find out where he was. Nobody wanted to be up in the top of the Overworld when nightfall came.
He didn't even like it when the mobs started coming out. Those were really hard to hide from. Creepers were the worse. They blew up and it send a signal to them.
"Maybe if I just go to the beacon, they won't find me," he said to himself. He draw out his map and searched for the beacon.
"There it is! I just have to pass some of the ores, hit the switch and I'll be able to get out of here."
He put his map back in his inventory and ran. He left some torches but then would grab them back, knowing that they would be able to follow him.
He even made some glowstone but would break them and leave them in place so that they wouldn't know where he went but they could easily construct it back.
He held his sword against his chest. The fear of mobs popping out made him more scared than them. He could try to wound them but the mobs would kill him easily.
A Creeper hissed. He turned around and saw the green creature exploded. He flew across the area, landing hard on an ore.
He groaned but got back up. He had to keep moving. Who knows how far or how close they would be.
He ran and placed another torch. The torch lit a way to a path.
"There it is!" he shouted, joyfully. He darted to the path, rushing through the walls.
Just a few more steps to the beacon and he would be free. He could go to another one of his worlds and be able to escape them. They would never know where he went.
An arrow whizzed pass him. No, not yet. How fast did they get here?
"You won't take me!" he screamed. He dodged another arrow.
A few more steps closer...
"Gah!" An arrow pierced into his leg. Another one slashed into his arm.
He fell down on his knees. The pain hurt him. They finally got him. There was no way of winning this game. If only he had been faster, he should of drank that potion of swiftness and he would be able to get to the beacon soon.
He lost. They won.
They circled around him, snickering at his whining. "Kill me," he said. "You won now. Why don't you just go and kill me. This server is yours now."
They clashed their swords and began slicing him. "Aww, what do you want? I don't have anything. That beacon isn't for you!"
They turned their heads to the shining beacon. The glowing light allured their eyes.
"You can't!" he yelled. "I won't let you hurt them! They mean a lot to me. Why can't you go on some other person's server? This is wrong! Why can't you...aghkk..."
A sword divided into his chest. He sputtered for a bit and then his head rested on the ground.
"Ready for another attack?" one of them asked the other.
The leader grinned. "Let's do it."