"Hey! (Y/n)! Don't think you can run off so easily!" Sandrah shouts after you on your way to your 'room.' It is only you two in the large hallways, and you really don't want to have to deal with this girl anymore. You just ignore her as she sprints around a corner to catch up with you. "Hey! I'm not done talking to you!" She shouts as she runs up to you. As she is right behind you, you time it perfectly to swing fully around with your right arm outward, perfecrly slapping her across the face with the back of your hand. She is rather shocked by your hit as she steps back for a moment, rubbing the spot, only to come back at you with even more anger. "What the heck was that about!?"
"YOU! Just- just STOP IT! I don't want to hear it anymore! I am sick of you! So just LEAVE!" You vent, your shouts fluxuating with your wavering emotions.
"You're tired of ME!?. I'm tired of YOU! You; constantly shouting and griping about everything! You don't even care about your OWN team! Y- you don't even care about this entire army as a whole! Wh- what's the matter with you!!?" Sandrah pretty much screams at you. Thankfully everybody else is still outside. "What are you?! Some kind of enemy spy!?-"
"-Just SHUT UP already!!! No! As much as I wish I were a spy, I am not!" There is a moment of silence as you two stand face to face, glaring at one another, both ready to kill the other if needed.
"Well then why ARE you here?!" Sandrah finally breaks the silence, full of nothing but panting.
"I was taken from my home, OKAY?! Listen! I was a soldier fighting against Herobrine and his forces! I must have impressed him at some point, so he took me as a prisoner, where I have been FORCED to train you all!" The truth finally comes out. It both stings your heart and helps it out a little as you shout that truth, finally making Sandrah listen. She shows a little sympathy, but there is still so much anger going on in those eyes of hers.
"Then, why didn't you just leave?! At least I could have taken over if you had! A- and- working for Herobrine isn't bad! We all get nice rooms, and plenty of food!" Sandrah speaks.
"YOU might, but I have been forced to- UHHH! Just- come here!" You end with a losing grumble in your tone, no longer having any words that are willing to come out other than possibly bad ones. You finish by turning and stomping your way back to where you had been going earlier. Sandrah reluctantly follows, still not understanding what is so wrong about your condition. She must think you are either over exaggerating, or lying. As you walk, your footsteps eventually quiet down so that they are almost silent, and you step down into the dark, stone staircase.
"What, are you going to kill me down there?" Sandrah scoffs, stopping at the top of the stairs.
"You wanted to know my living condition, right?.." You ask, a much more sad and somber tone to your voice. You watch Sandrah's eyes flash to curiosity, but she follows, slowly.
After quite a few steps, you smell the familiar musky air, and shiver the instant your body re-adjusts to the cold. It takes Sandrah a little longer than you, as she rubs her arms and complains about the smell you no longer noticed was even there. The smell of long gone rotten flesh and dried blood.
"Just consider this Herobrine's hidden dark side." You mumble, loud enough for her to hear.
"I always knew he was at war with us, but, why would he have this torture chamber?" Her.
"For torture.. obviously." You. She shivers slightly at both the cold, and the idea. After walking past a few cells, full of chained skeletons, some newer than others, you finally reach your room. "Welcome to my humble abode." You say monotonely, also somewhat sarcastically. You step in before her, but invite her to join you in the dark place. There is absolutely no source of light except for the very dim remains of the light from the hallway above the staircase.
Having to use touch more than sight, you find the old lantern you found a few weeks ago, and light it quickly. The half alive flames struggle to stay alive, only illuminating the room a little. But, it is enough for both you and Sandrah to see your room well enough. You go about your evening routine in front of Sandrah as she looks around with disbelief. You grab a sharp rock off the floor and use it to mark a single tally on the wall, adding it to the many, many others. You are exhilarated to re count them, seeing you have now been stuck here for twenty-four days.. What fun. You then clean up a few rocks you throw around when you are bored and try to put the wooden table that keeps collapsing back together. The wood is already rotting, but you keep trying for good measures. Once the table is back on all four legs, you put the lantern on it for a test. The table only collapses immediately, making the fire in the lantern go out. In the darkness, you kick the rotted table over to the wall in anger, and re light the lantern once again. It flickers, almost fizzleing out, but comes back so you can see once again.
Sandrah only watches your daily struggles from the door frame of the cell, her expression softening little by little with every moment.
You sigh in the silence, and sit down on your hard board of a bed, it creaking and failing to collapse as well, and just look at the small family portrait you drew on your spare time. It is probably the worse portrait in the history of mankind, but at least you recognize the faces and the kind hearted people behind them. With another, deep sigh, you slowly turn your head to look at Sandrah, a hurt expression of your own on your face. 'You see what I mean?' You try to communicate with your face alone.
Sandrah's eyes begin to water a little, and she steps into the room a little more. You stand up stiffly, not knowing what she is going to say. She doesn't say anything, at leas not yet. Instead, she runs up to you and before you can react, squeezes you in a tight but gentle hug. Her eyes only tear up more.
"I- I am so sorry, (Y/n). I had no idea.. I didn't even care to think that you might be going through something, especially something as bad as this. I, was the selfish one, and- and I can finally see that now.. Please, forgive me..." She speaks softly, still hugging you. Though you don't necessarily want to hug her, her words sink in slowly, and you know she is being genuine. Quietly, you hug back, keeping yourself from crying.. because that just isn't what soldiers do.