I twisted my sword around and plunged it behind me, directly into the enderman’s stomach.
The enderman grunted, then fell over, dead.
I looked up, surprised that my brother had managed to kill his rival so quickly.
I motioned toward Herobrine, muttering something inaudiable.
“He’s your brother.” I said in a whisper so that only Steve could hear.
I didn’t get that only I was supposed to hear this. “This dude’s not my brother. Have you lost your mind, Alex? My brother was killed in the enderman battle.”
“No, look!” I said, pointing at Herobrine.
Herobrine was looking down, sitting on his throne, still wearing his obsidian armor. But as Steve and Alex watched him, a change seemed to take place. The armor seemed to dissolve, disappearing. Then, when the change was complete, Herobrine looked up. His eyes were blinding to them for a minute, since they were glowing with an extra energy that they hadn’t had. Hatred. Burning, burning hatred.
“No.” I breathed, backing away.
“Aren’t you happy to see me....._brother?”_ I laughed evilly, shooting a bolt of lightning at my brother. “I knew that you were a coward. Right from the start.” I suddenly let Alex loose, and she started down the steps. Suddenly, her eyes went wide, and she stared down at the protruding sword tip coming from her stomach. She fell to the ground, clutching her stomach.
I ran to my wife's side, crying for our baby, and for the woman I had loved all my life. As the light faded from Alex’s eyes, she said her last words in an eerie whisper that glowed with an inner confidence that was the strength of a dying breath:
Avenge my baby. Avenge me. Kill him. Kill them all, and take revenge on all those who have killed.
Steve and Herobrine circled each other, holding their swords against each other. It was brother against brother, twin against twin.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice heavy with sadness. “I’m not a coward.”
I began shouting then, all my pent-up anger almost driving me to my breaking point.
“You left me to die there, all alone. Injured, and starving, I was left for dead, assumed dead, that is. You never even bothered to check if I was alive or dead. You imbecile! You @$#^$%#^%#%#^#%$^%#$”
Those last words stung. I lunged forward with my last bit of strength, my sword flying straight and true, skewering the heart of my only brother, my only sibling, the last part of my heart.