Acts of Redemption

Mindless

Purple woke up with a groan of pain, one hand going to rub at the back of his head, he needed to seriously stop being knocked out before he got himself a concussion.

He was laying on the warm nether rocky floor inside what looked like a hole cracked into the ground...

Not a cave, but a actual crevice in a big crack on the floor. Perhaps Second was not as clever as he seemed, this place did not look safe or protected at all.

The stick figure patted his body looking for his pouch and his walkie-talkie, he had none of them. Now he was panicking.

He got up in a hurry, patting himself and searching the floor looking for his items.

"No, no, no, no" He frantically thought looking around, spinning in circles until he stopped at the orange stick figure, Second Coming himself, who was holding the broken walkie-talkie.

The device was making a quiet white noise, a big crack along the body, there was a faint muffle noise in it, Purple assumed to me Yellow trying to contact them.

Purple took sigh of relief, at least he didn't lose the device, he was sure Yellow would not be very thrilled to replace it, at least he could just repare it later.

He took a moment to check his surroundings, Second had made a absolute mess, that was the best way to describe it.
His pouch was abandoned on the floor in one corner, open and raided of every single spec of food he had, a small trail of cookie crumbs that lead to the culprit who was sitting right at the end of it.

Well, at least purple knew he was now fed.

─Second Coming? ─ Purple spoke softly, a bit anxious with the silence so far, but the leader of the stick figures didn't look up from the walkie-talkie.

─ How did you find me? ─ He finally asked, a serious tone that could only be described as his intimidating voice, as if he didn't raid his food supply like a orange hollow headed rat, his intimidation tactics didn't work right now.

─ Uhn... ─ Purple thought for a moment, alright, maybe it worked a little, he was nervous. ─ Yellow tracked you down for me... I've been help-

He didn't had time to finish his phrase, the orange stick figure got up from his place and put his face way too close for comfort. 

─ Yellow told you? Where is he? Is he OK? Did he send you??─ His tone instantly changed from serious to worried.

Purple put both hands up as a sign of surrender, taking a step back, the last stick figure that got this close decked him to the ground ─ He's fine! He's hidden... I was trying to free you guys... Yellow tracked all of you and he saw you running away so I went after you!

Second coming didn't really pay attention to his explanation, or he didn't care enough to answer, he simply rushed to get his bag, shoving the device on Purple's chest and marching. out of the crevice with a death grip on his wrist. ─ Wait, Wait, Second-

─ Come on, yellow is all alone we gotta go back to him!

Purple didnt complain, nodding and matching the other's speed out of there, quickly holding under the orange stick figure's armpits and flying away with his Elytra. ─ Hold on tight.

─ You said he's hiding?

─Yes. ─ Purple nodded slightly mid-flight. ─ He suffered some mild injuries and preferred to stay behind since I had free access to the towers...

Second held on to his hands and purple couldn't help but notice that the stick figure was shaking uncontrollably.

─ Don't worry... ─ Purple caught himself saying. Why did he care at all if he was worried. ─ We will be there soon...

Second took a shaky breath to try steadying himself, it seemed like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to. So he just nodded.

The trip took about two and half hours, more than Purple usually took to fly such a short distance but Second Coming was surprisingly heavy, he weighted on his poor Elytra like a hippo on top of a leaf.

He was getting ready to land when something hit him on the back, like a fireball direct to his spine. He instinctively let go of the other stick figure when he fell to the floor with a gasp of pain.

Second Coming, out of the Purple stick figure's grasp, fell on his arm quite hard, a loud cracking noise ringed on his ears with the landing, but he was up on his feet in no time. He didn't even noticed that his shoulder was slightly too far behind its socket. 

Purple got up with a grunt, looking at his damaged Elytra. His heart shattered when he saw the burnt mark that ate away at the left wing.

In front of them, the black stick figure loom, fists on fire and eyes shining with a red burning light, but his posture was odd, slumped slightly like a marionette or a demon possessed corpse, was still very threatening.

─ Chosen... ─ Second whispered, giving one step back, he looked scared, Purple looked terrified, they definitely couldn't take a hit from him, and even if they could, there was no way to damage him back.

The Chosen one didn't spoke, in fact, he did not react at all to the presence of them other than prepare another attack.

Purple was frozen in place, staring at his certain death when Second jumped in front of him, shoving his head down to the floor.  ─ Duck!!! ─ He shouted in alarm.

Chosen eyes shimmered a bright red before a scorching hot lazer beam was shot from them, it hit the glowstone on the ceiling behind them, it melted into a puddle of shiny goop.

Second grabbed Purple by the wrist, snapping him out of his panic state, yanking him up again and running as fast as his legs could.

Lazer beams continued to be fired in quick shots, but somehow, Second's reflexes were quicker, pulling and pushing Purple around like a ragdoll while shattered bloodstone dust rained on them with each explosion.

─ What are we gonna do?? We can't outran that thing! ─ Purple yelled in between rough breathing, he was not used to running that much. ─ We can't fly without my Elytra!

Second didn't respond, running in zigzag and suddenly pulling the purple stick figure down the  next layer, falling a few meters down and rolling on his belly, he held Purple and curled up in a small corner.

His hand gripping tightly on the purple wrist, to a point the stick figure could barely feel his fingers.

The Chosen one flew pass them like a missile, stopping a few meters away, stalking the area, like a predator.

And, oh, this prey was smart enough to not move.

Purple, in fact, was pretty sure he wasn't breathing either.
Only when the black stick figure flew away looking for them that he dared to let his aching lungs fill with air again.

─ Something is really wrong with him... ─ Second commented in a sad tone, he didn't look that tired, at least, not tired enough from running for probably a mile.

─ what?? What is supposed to be his normal? That thing is a monster!

─ Chosen is not a monster! He's a fucking hero! There's... there's something wrong with him, he didn't recognized him...

Purple slowly crawled out of their corner, looking around wildly to make sure the powerful stick figure wasn't around anymore. ─ king knows...

─ What?

─ My king knows I'm helping you... ─ He covered his face. ─ Fuck...Fuck,Fuck, Fuck I'm so dead!!

Second crawled out of the hole, shaking slightly, Purple finally noticed his clearly dislocated shoulder.

─ Are you OK?  You're shoulder...

─ I'm fine. ─ Second snapped at him, climbing the wall to the layer above, pulling Purple along.

─ Let's go, before he comes back.

And they started running again, now finally going towards Yellow.