Rebellion (After the Haunted FF)

Chapter 14

Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I know I've been busy this past week, but I barely remember last week, therefore, I have no excuse. And for AvaMarieSchneider, once again, thank you for the suggestions! They are always loved and appreciated! For everyone, please enjoy!
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Drake's point of view-

I coughed at the scent of smoke in the air. I opened my eyes, finding myself in a room filled with a strange, yet familiar red stone as the walls, ceiling, and floor. There was fire everywhere, but none of it spread; only remaining in one individual place. I looked down at myself, noticing how torn my clothes were. I gazed upon my pale, shaking hands, seeing so much red underneath my fingernails. Why?

"Drake... H-help...m-me..." No. I won't fall for it.

"P-pl-please..."

I looked up, seeing Armen sitting on the ground, his arms held down with black chains made of shadows. My eyes teared up, seeing him in such a state. No! Don't fall for it Drake! Don't be an idiot... He's not real. Armen's dead. He's gone...

"No..n-no... Y-you can't be Armen... You're just another fake!"

Still, an image came to my mind. Armen glowing in a bright light, smiling down at me. I remembered him trying to help me, and fade into the darkness. I remembered his voice, how it was so much more different than what Herobrine made me use to. It was more gentle and truthful, and despite how broken he sounded, it was his voice. He looked up, his cyan eyes bright, but deprived of joy and will. They grew wide, as if suddenly filled with fear.

"D-Drake! Behind you!"

I turned around, seeing the white eyed demon himself standing in a doorway. A diamond sword was held firmly in his hand, gripping it so hard that his knuckles turned white. His clothes were torn and covered in blood, as well as his messy hair. He snarled, showing his sharp teeth.

You shouldn't be here. I've heard him say that before, so long ago.

Black shadows emerged from below his feet, engulfing the entire room in darkness. I turned around, my chest hurting from how fast my heart was beating. Fake or not, I tried to run as fast as I could to Armen, not really knowing what else to do. I reached out to him, feeling like he never got any closer. Suddenly, I felt my feet lift off of the ground as bright chains made of light rose from the ground, wrapping around various parts of my body. They constricted tightly around me, making me cringe and scream.

"Stop!" Armen screamed, his voice cracking.

I tried to fight against them, looking down at Armen, seeing the tears in his eyes. Is he real? I just don't know anymore...but even with uncertainty, he needs me. I need him. Blood poured out of my mouth, as a diamond blade pierced into my chest. Herobrine's demonic laughter rang out behind me, as the blade was removed from my body. I coughed, still locking my gaze on my beaten down best friend. The chains pulled on my body, especially my right arm. I screamed as I felt the bone snap and shatter, and the sickening sound of tearing flesh. I let my shoulder relax, looking as the nub hung down, my arm torn off. Armen's screams pounded in my ears.
The chains released me, letting my fall onto the ground. I trembled, seeing blood pool around myself, and gasping to breathe properly. Whimpers hit my ears. I looked up, seeing Armen in tears.

"A-Ar...m-men..." I gasped out.

I clawed at the ground with the one arm I still had, and pushed my legs against the ground one at a time, slowly crawling to him. The look in his eyes. The horror in his gaze slowly faded, becoming one as if he was angry with me.