[FF] Steve: The Only

[Kimonio]

Chapter One

Stars. Blackness. Where am I? Who am I?
Steve.
The name flows through the void that is my mind.
Steve.
Why?
I feel a flash of violet throughout my body. A chill surrounds me. I see them. I see their eyes. The eyes of the dead.
Open.
I force my eyes open, straining to see past the blurriness around me. Turning m head ever so slightly to the left, I freeze in fear.
"Ssssss..."
I do not move. I am afraid. The quadrapod approaches me. I flex my fingers, I can move at last.
The creature is closer now. I can see its face more clearly. Its mouth is surprisingly complex, an intricate system, which, as I peer inside, I realize it is its manner of speech. Its teeth...are they flint?
It grinds its jaws, sparks leap from its mouth, falling to the ground like glistening stars.
Stars of fury.
Stars lacking pity.
The stars brush the dry ground. It ignites, only to be trodden shortly there after by the lurking beast.
In fear, I leap to my side, tumbling down the hillside. The creature takes note of this, lunging towards me. I muster enough courage, and with newfound faith, deliver a blow to its head. It falters its movements, enraged at my antics, and I see it excrete a liquid from its body.
The liquid turns to a dry powder shortly after. What is this beast? Its flint teeth grind, and the sparks engulf the quadrapod in flames. It begins to run after me, setting the terrain ablaze.
I run.
I run faster each second, terrified of death. And yet, it is not fast enough. A boom, and I am thrown into a tree like a ragdoll. My head bashes into the trunk of a tree, and I feel blood trickle from my wound. My vision blurred in pain, I wince as I twist my neck, peering behind where the creature had combusted, suicidally blowing its body to scattered pieces.
A fairly average-sized crater juts into the ground. I hear the singed trees around sizzle as the embers try to make quick use of the leaves.
This monster....merciless...
It creeps in the day and night, awaiting its next meal.
...What is this world?
Have I died?
I brush my hand against the tree that has bruised me, feeling the rough oak bark with my fingertips.
...No, I am surely and most certainly alive.
And this world...this world has only just begun to perceive realities I have yet to face...
I look up to the sky...and I soon understand.
I am....
I am Steve....
And I am....alone.


Chapter Two

Two days have passed since my encounter with the beast. I have since created a small base of sod, hardened earth of the ground. My tools are feeble: they are merely shards of stone and twigs I picked from the ground.
The scuttling of a spider stirs my attention south. I see it hang from its domain of the nearby birch, eyeing me with intent. Why does it not strike? Is it perhaps waiting for me to show weakness?
My brow furrows; deep in contemplation I observe the creature's intricate web. The strands of silk glisten ever so in the rays of sun. This creature....it reminds me of me in such a way, I ponder my sense of life in this land. Have I become a beast of nature? Am I human? Or am I primitive?
"Baa."
It startles me, I trip into a hole behind me. I turn, rubbing my sore back, and see a sheep face-to-face, its warm breath brushes my skin, the smell of grass and fecal matter causing my nose to both turn up and relax with the scents of fragrance and stench.
It's white-gray wool catches my eye, and I study it intensively. Perhaps....perhaps I could use this....this wool....but for what?....
I make a note to remember this sheep, it may come useful later on in life. I climb out of the crevice, brushing the dirt from the creases of my makeshift clothing. As of recently, materials have become quite scarce in the forestland, and I have but yet been able to find a way to build a proper shelter.
I know I need to gather what I can if I am to survive in this desolate landscape. Searching the grass, I search for any foodstuffs I can take along with me as I travel. Perhaps I will find another being..perhaps.
The breeze bristles my skin. I shudder, as if a sense of deja vu has passed across my body. I glance behind me, and the breath in my lungs freezes like fog. A lurking figure stalks the hill in the distance, the life around it seeping into it....but there is no life in its entation. No, it is what it is...it is anything but life....it is death...
It turns its head to face me, it's skull like face, soulless eyes staring into mine. Humanoid, but amorphous, it's limbs look as if they lack bones at all. It opens its mouth, uttering a guttural growl, perhaps a warning...I step back in hope that it will sense my departure and carry on its course.
I am wrong.
The beast turns its body towards me, its body glowing with a eerie aura. I can feel death seeping from its skin into the ground beneath it. The souls of the damned cry out, perhaps they were its meals. It takes a step, and disappears. I think nothing of it, until I feel its presence behind me.
It reaches for me, and I feel its ice-cold appendages grip the fabric of my tunic. I lunge away, the fabric tears from my clothing. The creature cries out in fury, perhaps even enjoyment, and my heart sinks.
I run.
I'm running.
I run until I can no longer feel my legs.
I run until the strength leaves me.
I run through forests, plains, past caverns, past animals.
I run...
I collapse....
And I dream...
I dream of the eyes....
The eyes of the beast...
The eyes of memory...
The eyes of fury....
The eyes of the dead...


~Chapter Three to come~

[Zunar]

Very interesting, I like how you have taken the Minecraft world and told it in such a different style as to be realistic.

I know this was written back in September of last year, but any chance of continuing?