If I'm Not Human, That Doesn't Mean I'm a Monster

Chapter 8

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                All of us got ready to fight in the sort of warehouse. Their trainers were going to watch their symbols and make sure Herobrine won’t end them quickly.

                “Let’s go fish!” Adam called. “I’m an amphibian!” I shouted. We were all going to roam around the city in groups of two. Mitch and Jerome, Adam and Ty, Ian and I, and Jason. That seems really weird, almost as if we were in a fanfiction. I shrugged and we were about to go our separate ways until we saw a lot of guards searching the city.

                “Crap.” Mitch mumbled. “What do we do now?” Adam asked. “Try not to get caught.”

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                We roamed in the shadows, which was easy for Mitch, trying to find Herobrine. I kept on thinking about that dream, well, moment. They were really tested on. “Ty, hide!” Sky said. I hid behind a garbage can and the others hid also. The guard came through the alleyway looking for us until he came to Mitch’s spot. He stared at the shadow and was about to touch Mitch.

                I panicked and threw a rock at him. He looked straight at me and aimed his gun at me but Mitch popped out and put his arm around his mouth. “Go.” He mouthed. We ran and hid once a bunch of guards came to the alley we were in. “They killed him.” I heard.

                I felt a tap on my shoulder and it was Mitch. He covered my mouth and put a finger to his lips. He let go and watched the guards. “They can’t be far except for that shadow guy.” One guard said.

                A guard enters the place we are in and looks around. He walked over to Jerome, fully in sight. He was just about to raise his sword at him and strike him but Mitch, once again, grabbed him. The guard struggled and pressed a button. “Over there!” I heard the guards shout.

                Mitch threw him on the ground, unconscious. “Hands up!” A guard shouted at us. We did as told and they were about to grab us until Mitch did a quick movement and grabbed a smoke bomb and threw it. It was hard to see but I felt someone grab me and being teleported. The smoke was gone and I was about to talk until all of us were in a fit of coughing.

                “My gosh Mitch!” Jerome said in between coughing. “Hashtag can’t stop won’t stop!” he exclaimed.