"Dad!" I run to him and check his pulse. He doesn't have a pulse and his body is cold with a pool of blood underneath him. Tears started forming in my eyes seeing that the only family I had left was dead. Then I hear footsteps walking behind me. I grab a piece of broken glass from something that was knocked over and broke. I throw the glass at the person. The person was a guy with black hair and the glass cut his arm a little bit, but didn't seem to bother him much. "who are you." I ask now holding my pocket knife that I had in my pocket that I keep with me. A smirk formed on his face, "Me well I'm the one who took out your old man." "w-what!" My hand shakes slightly, but I try to keep my grip. I try to stab him, but he grabs my wrist before I could. "Now that's not nice." he says that smirk still on his face. Then he throws me into the wall, which just happened to have a mirror on it that shattered when I hit it. Getting cuts all over my back. "Herobrine wouldn't mind a couple cuts on he's new weapon." he says pushing some of his black hair out of his face, that evil smirk on his face.