Acts of Redemption

Dizzy state

The sound of steps on the concrete floor woke up Second Coming, which he regretted strongly by how painful his head felt.

His eyes barely focused on what was happening, all he could feel was this throbbing ache on the side of his head, like a hammer constantly hitting pounding his brain.

Even the faint light of a torch was enough to make him want to crawl into a tiny dark space, what a phenomenal moment to have a migraine.

After a few minutes of agony, his vision came back, at least, enough to finally understand where he was.

Second Coming was inside a small and cramped prison cell, with moss filled walls, a trash can and a painfully uncomfortable cement bed attached to the wall. His left wrist was cuffed to the metal bar.

It took a bit of for the orange stickfigure to sit up in the tiny bed, looking at the two brute piglins watching his every move.

─ Where am I? ─ He asked in a quiet tone to not upset his already aching head. But the brutes didn't respond.

─ Hello?? ─ Silence... The Brutes just stared at him, weapons in hand.

With an annoyed huff, Second looked around himself. He didn't have a plan, and his head hurt too much to think one right now.

He took a deep breath; he needed to calm himself before anything else. One of the Brutes seemed to relax a little, maybe they were expecting him to snap right at them.

─ Can one of you bring me water? Or...I don't know watermelon juice? I'm thirst...─ One of the brutes looked at him again, before walking away, marching like a soldier.

─ I hope you guys are giving the same good services to my friends too... Want them as comfortable as I am right now. ─ He sarcastic commented to himself, trying to adjust his pose to a more confortable one, the best it could be in a cement bed.

Green woke up with the loud clanging on his prison cell which he soon found out was a piglin hitting his axe against the metal bars to wake him up. Purple was right outside, sitting on a chair and watching him with a neutral face, he waved the piglin to leave when Green woke up.

─ Do you always creepily watch people sleep? Or am I just that handsome? ─ Purple didn't answer, just frowned at him and turned his head to the side.

That only made Green angrier, how dare he not look at him? How dare he even be there to begin with? ─ Oh, now you don't talk? Did the cat eat your tongue? I'm talking to you, Purple!

A Brute went by the cell, only stopping to give a note to Purple before walking away again. The stickman looked down at the note for a moment.

─ Where are my friends? ─ Green spoke, sitting up in the concrete bed to stare at Purple. ─ I swear if any of you idiots hurt them, I will-

─ They are fine, Green, stop barking! ─ Purple snapped at him, pulling his attention from the paper for only a moment. As if Green was just a mild inconvenient in his life. ─ They took them away from here but they are fine.

─ Why are you doing this? Can't you see that the King is only using you??

─ Shut up...

─ No! I can't believe you can't see it! You are nothing more than another pawn on his game, we were your friends! WE TRIED TO HELP YOU!

─ I said shut up!! ─ Purple yelled, kicking the metal bars of the cell. ─ Stop talking like you know me! Stop talking like you know us at all! I am not your friend; I don't need any of you!

Green stared at him, unfazed by his anger.─ You need King though.

The purple stickman's expression fell for a single second, before going back to its usual scowl.

─ You're pathetic... ─ Green growled at him, getting up from the bed and hitting his fist on the metal bars that separated both of them, the cuff in his wrist clanking loudly against the metal, he couldn't move past that point, this was the closest he could get from the man who betrayed them all. ─ You're a sad, pathetic loser who can't see anything other than your own belly button.

─ Shut up! I won this battle! You guys all lost, we are in control now!

─ You didn't win anything! You're a coward following the orders of a greedy snake!

Purple turned, walking away from the cell. ─ I can't believe I even considered this...

─ What? ─ Green asked, anger still boiling inside him.

─ Forget it... ─ Purple whispered, walking away from the cell and leaving the other stickfigure there.

With a loud huff, Green went back to the cement bed, the cold was enough to calm his nerves, enough for the pain in his wounds and bruises to settle. His stomach twisted, he didn't even noticed how long he went without eating. ─ Are you going to at least feed me?

With a dry, snarky laugh, Purple walked away from the cell, leaving Green alone with his thoughts and empty stomach.