Acts of Redemption

Accept defeat before it consumes you

This story is based on the last episode of the series so far, after the King had gotten the Cube. 

For how many hours have them been fighting? One? Ten? Did not an hour pass at all?

Time has become a mush of barely recognizable blurs of images and noises and voices and pain, sweat, pain, pain, pain.

The king managed to hit Second coming on the head, so hard that the stickfigure was sure he had a concussion, and with that, the King had in hands both cubes. Both powers were now his...

It was over... It was all over...

He won...Somehow, They lose...

The stickfigures all focused on King at once; trying, fighting for their lives, take the cube away from him. But it was useless; he was too strong for them now, he summoned all his brutes to attack too, they were overwhelmed.

Second Coming ran on top of debris of a broken castle, readying a punch when a bolt of lightning hit him.

He was used to pain, after all, fighting cause pain, falling cause pain, not being able to save his friends caused pain. But that... That was the worst thing he ever felt, as if molten lava had been pour down his throat, melting him alive from the inside out, as if every piece of meat in his body had been deep fried. He screamed, and Blue ran for him, being hit a quick attack from the King who just wanted to watch them suffer.

The orange stickfigure fell to the ground, but with all his strength, managed to get up in shaky knees, the pain still going through his body, he could taste blood in his mouth.

The fight seemed endless and at this point, hopeless. With the quick slice of a summoned enchanted sword, Second coming watched in horror as the Warden went down, rumbling to the floor like a tower falling down, his heart ached at the thought, he brought it to its death, it was his fault this had happened!

Looking around, there was no weapons anymore, Yellow, still tightly holding on to the blue staff is has been given, was barely able to hold himself together, with bruises and cuts going all the way down to his legs as a horde of brutes surrounded him, he couldn't keep up with them all, Second wanted to help, he couldn't move.

Blue and Red weren't better either, fighting with swords and fishing poles against an all-powerful being was like breathing without lungs, painful...impossible...hopeless... One of the brutes managed to hit Red on the head with the back of his axe, Red fell limp on the floor.

Green was still up, fighting fist to fist against purple, which didn't care about rules, or playing fair. He was winning, Second knew, Green was strong, was brave but Purple was fast, was ruthless, flying around him, hitting him from all angles... Green was exhausted.

Second Coming didn't want to give up, not after all they went through, not after all this pain, and it was not an option to give up! So he was alone, fighting head first the King who could kill him if he wanted to. But the sick bastard was not here for blood yet, no, he was playing with them, like a predator playing with its food.

He couldn't give up, don't give up! His mind kept repeating that phrase, don't give up, don't give up...Don't....Don't...

But his legs were, oh so sore, so tired, he was walking on fire, on spikes, on ice, on the souls of whoever died before them in this forsaken place. Keep going, keep walking, don't fall, don't stop...

What do you do when your own body betrays you?

He could see the King, floating above them all, waving his power around with Purple flying by his side.

The orange stickfigure fell to the ground, lungs aching while trying to bring him enough air, he felt light headed, and the faint voice of his friends around him when everything went black.

Green was the last one to fall, just by about a minute, he fought with all his might but Purple was strong enough to pin him to the floor and Green didn't have the strength to stop him any longer.

The last thing he saw before all went black, was Purple holding both his hands to his throat until he couldn't breathe anymore.

─ Take them all, keep them far away from each other, they are not but trouble when united. ─ The king demanded loudly and the brutes and Purple rushed to oblige, carrying each other stick figures.

─ Except for him.

The taller figure pointed at Second Coming, bruises and tired from a lost battle. ─ He has potential... I want him in my castle.

─ My lord? ─ Purple started, looking at his King with confusion. ─ What could he be worth for? After all he has done...

─ This is not yours information to know! Now, take the others and bring their leader with me.

Purple frowned, but nodded in respect, whatever his King had in mind, he was sure it was important. He didn't have to worry about it.

─ Let's go, Piglins! Take the others to the towers; do not take your eyes off of them! ─ Purple ordered around, as he watched his King and his own brutes walk away from the scene. ─ Make your all this idiots are incapable of fleeing again!

The brutes scattered in five groups, not equal in member since, truth be told, they can't count.

─ I'm taking green myself. ─ Purple followed a small group of brutes, one of them carrying the green stickfigure, who had passed out not long ago. ─ Let's get this over with...