When Steve finds his enchanted diamond sword missing, who could it be but Herobrine? Steve sets off on a journey to vanquish this enemy and get back the sword he was missing. But when Steve meets this new gamer, is Herobrine the one who is actually responsible for the danger he finds himself in? Full of danger, action, fight scenes, romance, betrayal, and excitement, Stalked tells the thrilling tale of Steve's greatest adventure yet.

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15. Flashbacks

Steve packed and left the next morning. Ginger helped him gather food, spare weapons (he now had his sword so he felt much more secure), a bed, and other useful tools he would use to survive. When Steve asked Ginger for a crafting table, she sort of looked at him blankly, like she didn't know what a crafting table was. 

"Forget I asked," muttered Steve awkwardly. "I'll make my own."

She kissed him "goodbye" and watched him trek slightly away from the cave, not looking back to see if she was still waving. When he was far enough away she was safe but not out of sight, she rushed quickly inside, grabbed some supplies for herself, and set off to stalk Steve far enough away from the cave he'd have to let her come.

Not knowing the first thing about stalking someone, Ginger quickly found a dead, withered tree with gruesome-looking branches and climbed nimbly up. Foothold after foothold until she reached the top, she scanned the horizon for Steve. He was not too far in the direction she had pointed him to go where the man in the alley- Herobrine- had instructed her to drop off the sword.

In a way, she thought suddenly, she kind of was delivering the sword into Herobrine's greasy paws. She shuddered at the thought of Steve dying and... no. She was a fighter- she would fight to not let him die. Her very soul longed for the feeling of his hands in hers, fighting, laughing, through all times, joyful, gruesome, sad... through it all she wanted him. 

Unlike Steve's surprise at figuring out his feelings for her, Ginger felt it was about time her mind figured out what her heart had been saying all along. It felt right.

Swinging from branch to branch, tree to tree, she pondered her life. Living alone in the caves, that was where she had always felt she belonged. But listening to Steve talk about his life in a village, with friendships strong enough to be called family, so strong he seemed like he could walk across the chasm of life with the friendships being his only ropes and safety net, it aroused feelings Ginger had lost so long ago. Dismissed among the hatred and foul memories she tried to forget. Her criminal brother, her weak mother, her crazed father, the times where she was alone and forgotten. Many of the children in the systems with her claimed pasts of beatings, torture, drinking parents, cussing, hating on each other, their kids, the world. While Ginger's family never physically hurt her, they had always... ignored her. Nobody showed up for her fifth year graduation into junior high. Nobody cared enough to so much as visit or bring daisies when she broke her leg. Nobody missed her when she ran away at age nine, or rejoiced when she was found and brought home again (against her will, no less). She had lived life on the brutal end of an accidental shunning. They didn't mean to be so distant, but they only ever barely noticed they had a daughter, if that at all. 

It had been so nice to leave her village, to abandon the hate there, to dismiss the grief and sorrow with the ashes of her past life, which she had tossed in the flames of new beginnings when she'd run from the orphanage. All those sorry memories, and yet... yet she found herself longing for the village again Steve talked about. Longed for the life she had always wished for.

It was a difficult thing to do, but she managed to shove the thoughts out of her mind and focus on leaping from bare treetop to cave roof to roof to another treetop, following Steve's path. 

The mountains became thicker and more common. Steve was heading to where the big patch of hollow caves where he- they- would search for Herobrine's.

Being so far from the home cave, she decided to reveal herself to Steve. Slipping nimbly from the tree, she landed not twenty feet from behind Steve. The sound of her feet landing on the ground must've reached Steve's ears, for he suddenly froze. He drew his sword, probably sensing a fight.

Ginger stifled a laugh, which, in retrospect, must've sounded an awful lot like the zombie's moan...

Bam! Before she could react, she was defending herself. Having dressed in her black ninja-like skins outfit again that revealed her mouth and chin under the hood but nothing else, she wasn't surprised Steve thought she was actually attacking him. Deciding to play along, she drew her iron sword and clashed it against Steve's. She fought him off almost playfully, not hurting him but keeping herself safe. He was no match for her, but he did try, so it was more fun than practicing on her dummies (a block of wood, three blocks high couldn't fight back).

Soon enough, her sword was weakened enough she didn't want to finish it off or waste Steve's, so she pounced and pinned him to the ground, giggling maliciously. He had never heard her giggle, so he didn't recognize her. Still struggling, Steve tried to bite her, but she pinned him down, using her sword to keep him still, she leaned in, like she was going to lop his head off...

And she pressed her exposed mouth against his.

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