Yognapped 2: Beneath Bedrock P13

Hannah grimaced as Simon ran another bulky hand over her wounds. The dwarf might be excellent in combat, but she had little doubt that a pack of skeletons could do a better job of tending to her.

"Eep, watch it! That's bone!"

"Oh, Notch, sorry. Um... what do I do, just... sort of push it back in?"

"Have you done a single healing in your life?!"

"... Now that I think about it, no. Frankly, I'm shocked you haven't caught fire yet."

There was a painful-sounding crack, and Lewis looked back from the cockpit to see Simon pull something thin and green from Hannah's leg.

"You two doin' alright back there?"

Simon ignored the question, staring quizzically at the object in his hands. "Hannah... please tell me I didn't just pull out one of your arteries or something."

"That's not even what an artery looks like..."

"Oh, that's a relief. What do you suppose it is, then?"

"Looks like... Notch, is that Creeper skin?!"

"Oh, sick, it is, it is. So it's like... shrapnel, I guess?"

Hannah groaned and lay back in her seat. "Just throw it away."

"But it's so weird! I've never seen Creeper skin just dig in like that..."

"Because you've never healed A FUCKING CREEPER WOUND!"

***

Far ahead of the helicopter and its bickering occupants, Martyn and Sjin rode out of the forest and into a swamp biome. Mobs were heavier here, forcing them to slow and cut through the dense horde.

"Hey, Sjin?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's the, um... where's the helicopter?"

"Went back to pick up Hannah, remember?"

"Yeah... yeah, I remember, but it feels like they should be back by now. I'm not very comfortable driving through dark, mob-infested woodlands without some eyes in the sky."

"Should we slow down?"

"In these conditions? You're out of your damn-"

A shot sounded from behind them, and Martyn's vehicle bucked and stopped, nearly throwing him over the edge. "The hell was that?!"

The two looked back into the shadows, and were instantly met with Peva's calm grin. Their former captor was holding a large rifle, and he obviously wouldn't hesitate to end their lives with it.

Another shot, this one lighting up the surrounding shrubbery for a split second, and Sjin flew over the hood of his ATV and onto the muddy ground. Peva leapt gracefully from his vehicle, landing inches from Sjin's head.

"Hey there, Sjin! Just wanted to make sure my words are the last you hear in your pathetic little life!"

Peva was about to lift his sword, execution style, when an arrow flew from behind and embedded itself in his shoulder. He shrieked, whirling around to face Martyn, who was preparing to fire another arrow. This time, Peva avoided it, clasping his hands around Martyn's neck and starting to squeeze.

Seconds before Martyn would have lost consciousness, something appeared over Peva's shoulder; the light of Herobrine's eyes.

The obsidian pickaxe's blade slammed down into Peva's already wounded shoulder, tearing the arrow from his flesh and leaving an ugly, bleeding scar. His grip loosened, allowing Martyn to free himself and take off towards Sjin.

The two heroes stood, watching Herobrine glide past them with his still-dripping pick, and Peva shambling back into the trees with his half-severed arm. Minutes of tense silence later, and the helicopter finally descended into view.

Wordlessly, the two Yogscasters climbed up to join the remaining three. 

"You guys see Herobrine at all?" Sjin nodded, pointing in the direction he had watched the dark god move. Lewis nodded, turning the craft to follow.

***

Peva beat his fists on a musty tree, rage and hatred filling his mind. They had done it to him again, left him to die here in dirt and filth. Why didn't they care about him, why couldn't they see that they were supposed to be the ones to die...

Yelling at no one in particular, Peva picked up his weapons and broke into a sprint. The nasty wound on his shoulder burned as though someone had poured magma in it, but the pain pushed him forward. 

The helicopter was barely visible over the horizon, practically begging him to pursue it.