Acts of Redemption

Dizzy state

This chapter has been rewritten
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The sound of steps on the polished quartz floor was what woke up Second Coming. And he had barely opened his eyes when regret hit him almost as hard as the headache he felt Immediately after.

There was a throbbing ache on the side of his head, and his skin felt clammy, eyes struggling to adjust to the overwhelming sensations all around him.

Even the faint light of a torch was enough to make him cower and hide his eyes. It felt like a hammer to his skull.

He groaned softly, taking his sweet time to adjust before actually allowing himself to take in his surroundings.

He was inside a small cage, three nether brick walls, and thick metal bars too close together to allow him to squeeze through effectively.

There was blue fungi growing on the cracks on the walls, pulsing and glowing with an odd smell of rusted copper.

A heavy chain stuck to his ankle, and attached to the farthest wall. A toilet bowl on one side and a cement platform on the other.

He didn't dare call that a bed.

But after staying on the floor for so long, he did dare to sit on it, feeling the smooth lightly warm surface under his body.

That's when he noticed the two brutes at the wall outside of his cage, standing guard and staring at him silently.

"Where am I?" — Second asked in a slow quiet tone, not because he felt pity on the foul beasts but because his head was still pounding.

But no answer came.

"Hello?" — He tried again, stepping a bit closer to the bars until he could touch he metal, but he quickly recoiled with a hiss when it burned his skin.

The metal was scorching hot. — "Ow! Fuck!" Second groaned, hugging himself in a attempt to calm the pain in his palms.

He growled, glaring at the piglins that seemed to stare at him with a mocking look.

"Fuck you, your damn waste of bacon." — He huffed.

When the pain started to subside again, he looked down at his shaky hands, he managed to burn a portion of his fingers and his palm, nothing he couldn't handle.

Second closed his eyes again, allowing himself to take a slow deep breath to calm his nerves.

"Can one of you bring me some water? I'm thirsty..."— He begged with a tired sigh, but no answer came.

Instead, one of the piglins pointed at the toilet bowl with a disgusting snarky grin.

Second followed his finger to the bowl then back at them with a deadpan look. — "I would rather die."

The piglins laughed amongst themselves before one of them walked off. Second only hoped he was going to fetch him some water.

"I hope you guys are being just as welcoming and warm to my friends too!" — He called after the wandering brute with the most sarcastic tone in his voice. — "I feel like I'm in a five star hotel already!"

Green flinched awake when he heard a loud clanking sound. His eyes shot open and he looked around confused barely having a moment to take in where he was when he noticed Purple sitting right there, behind the bars that locked him in, in a stupid little chair. 

The noise he heard was a Brute, angrily clanking his axe to the bars to wake him up.

Green groaned softly and rolled over to look at Purple in a better angle.

"Do you always creepily watch people sleep? Or am I just that handsome?" — He grinned at his enemy, who only frowned as a response, turning his head to the side like a petulant child.

That only got Green angrier. How dare Purple not look at him after all of this? How dare he be here to begin with? — "Cat got your tongue? I'm talking to you, Purple!"

But instead of replying, Purple focused on one of the brutes as it was walking by. The beast offered him a note before continuing on its marching.

"Where are my friends?"— Green asked, finally getting to his feet and stepping forward, hands outstretched to touch the bars. — "I swear, if you got any of them hurt, I will-"

"They are all fine, Green! Quit your barking!"— Purple snapped at him, pulling his attention from the papers to the person in front of him.

Green's arms dropped to his sides again, bawled in fists, still glaring at Purple. — "Then where are they?"

"Far from here, that's all I'll tell you." — Purple replied with a disgusted look, like talking to Green was beneath him.

A sigh escaped Green's lips, his chest hurt when he breathed too hard. He was sure at least one of his ribs had to be broken. — " Why are you doing this?"

"Excuse me?" — Purple asked with a frown.

"Can't you see how much King is using you? How much of a tool you are to him?"

Purple took a step back, shaking his head with a glare. — "Shut up. You do not understand anything."

"Can't I?" — Green quickly stepped forward again. — "You are the one who can't see the truth! We tried tohelp you, we tried to stop him from using you, we were trying to be your *friends*!"

Purple turned around, taking a shaky breath, fists tight. — "We are not friends. Now shut your mouth before I make you."

"You are just as bad as he is..." — Green glared incredulously at the man in front of him. — "Just as manipulative, just as stupid!"

"I said shut up!!" — Purple snapped, kicking the metal bars of the cell, causing the whole thing to clank loudly, and dust to fly up in the air. — "We were never friends! We were never going to be friends! I have my own destiny to fulfill, and I. Don't. Need. Any of you!"

But Green wasn't fazed, he stared right through Purple's anger, stabbing him with his own. — "You need King though."

Purple's expression fell for only a second, then he scowled at Green again.— "That's what you think."

"I have never met someone so pathetic..." — Green growled, stepping as close as he could to the bars. He could feel the faint heat emanating from it.

Do not touch it. He thought to himself.

This was the closest he could be of the person who had locked him away like an animal. From the one who betrayed them all. — "You're a sad, pathetic loser who can't see a stretched helping hand until it's slapping you in the face."

"We won this battle, you wanting to believe it or not!"

That made Green laugh, a humourless snarky laugh. — "You didn't win anything! You're a coward following the orders of a greedy snake. I don't see any golden medals on your neck now, do I?"

Purple turned away from the cage again, glaring at a wall before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. — "I can't believe I even allowed myself to be here... As if you would listen."

"What?" — Green raised a brow in confusion.

"Leave him he." — Purple told the brutes before he walked away.

Green never felt so angry in his life, closing his fists so tightly that his nails were digging into his palms.

He punched the wall as hard as he could. — "Fuck!!!" — He yelled as loud as he could.

Then he dropped on the cement platform, covering his face with his hands as he allowed himself to process.