🕷️|The Next Battle

[10] REVIVE AND RESOLUTION [10]

Finale!:D

The Second Coming didn't know where to find Victim, but he could certainly try. He stared at his legs, pushed himself off the ground as a lime green fire sparked from his feet. He caught his balance and did a few spins to get used to the new feeling. He then went faster, landing at the back of the place. How was he supposed to get in?

The Second Coming felt at the metal walls, raised his hands, and punched clean through. It hurt a bit, but not a lot, shockingly. He stepped through the hole after getting rid of a few more bricks, touching his hand. The Second Coming then looked around. Did he have to go through the Mercenaries to get to Victim? Fight Victim head on? Fight at all? He didn't know.

Second walked inside, looking around. He didn't bother to call out to find Victim. He turned a corner, and jumped, taking a step back to see Victim just casually walking around, oblivious to what happened outdoors. When Victim took notice of The Second Coning, the grey stickmans head tilted to the side. "You're in here. Why?" Victim asked.

The Second Coming shot him glare. "To either fuck you up or make you heal my brother." The Second Coming responded. He wasn't known for cursing, but seeing your brother literally die to the hands of his best friend can change that. Not very shocking.

Victim just sighed as he slid on a sweater, the air too hot for much more. "Do I look like a spontaneous healer?" Victim said, the sarcasm and sass a clear edge in his tone. The Second Coming rolled his eyes. "You can heal him, you know." Victim continued. That got The Second Coming's attention. Could he? He contemplated the words.

"How?" He bothered, looking at Victim. Victim snorted. "I'm supposed to help you after you and your brother wrecked my place?" He huffed. The Second Coming shot him a glare. "Well, I'd feel happy to wreck it up some more." He threatened, crossing his arms across his chest. Victim seemed to consider this, as if wondering if Second would actually do it. "Hm. Fine. I'll heal him, but I'll need help. Where is he?" Victim concluded.

The Second Coming led him outside, to where  The Dark Lord was arguing with one of the Mercenaries on the damages. The Second Coming ran to The Chosen One's side. Victim looked over him. "He still alive. His stab wound is deep, and he's losing blood. You have two options; Try bandages, which will most likely not help, or burn the wound. Seal it back up. It'll hurt like hell, but it'll work." Victim said, nodding to Second.

The Second Coming felt his stomach twist. "I don't think I can do that, Victim." The thought of doing that to his brother hurt him, and he thought there were other ways to help The Chosen One efficiently and effectively. Victim sighed. "Of course you don't." He then looked up at The Dark Lord, who paused his conversation to return his gaze. "What? What did I do?" Dark asked as he knelt down in front of him. The Second Coming would prefer to edge away, but Victim was close as well. They were both gross.

Victim sighed. "The Chosen One is alive. I believe sealing the wound shut is the most effective way to deal with this. I'd say we sow it, but we don't have any materials, at least, none that are not contaminated due to the destruction. The orange one won't do it. You have to." He said. The Dark Lord just shrugged. "Fine by me! Wait, why can't we use bandages?"

"Because it isn't as effective as sealing the wound. He's lost to much blood to lallygag. Do it."
"Oo-Kay!"

The Dark Lord lifted The Chosen One's t-shirt and put his hand to the stab wound, igniting a flame. The Second Coming winced at the burning stench. It took a bit, but soon, the wound was sealed shut. The Dark Lord drew back his hand with a nod. Victim did the same. "Right. Don't think you're all off the hook for destroying my base. All three of you are getting cover-up fees."

Both The Dark Lord and The Second Coming groaned at that.

"We'll figure it out, I guess." Second mumbled, lifting The Chosen One up. It was a struggle, but he secured his unconscious brother over his shoulder. He still felt that tingly feeling. But The Second Coming didn't want to start a useless fight. As mad as he was... he was a bit sick of every day of his life revolving around fighting. All he wanted was one break to lay in his bed and sleep. "Where should I take him?" Second asked to the other two Hollow-Heads.

"I'll take him to the shack." The Dark Lord grabbed the body and threw it over his shoulder effortlessly. The Second Coming felt a bit embarrassed about struggling. "Can I trust you not to do anything stupid?" Second asked with a tilt of his head. The Dark Lord laughed. "Nope. But I'll damn try!" With that, he braced himself and jumped off the ground, hovering in the air with his feet aflame and disappeared to take Chosen somewhere. The Second Coming could simply hope he'd actually do that and not kill him all over again.

"We'll follow him and make sure. Get home, kid." Victim said. The Second Coming was a bit baffled. "Aren't you mad?" He asked. Victim rolled his eyes, beckoned to the destruction. "And if I fight you, I'll lose, and then lose this place too. It doesn't matter how mad I am, I can't fight you without a severe cost." Victim glared at him, before turning to grab something, handing him a paper. "I expect you to pay, though."

The Second Coming groaned again.

"Yes sir." He mumbled before folding the paper and storing it in his jeans pocket. Victim nodded. "Good. Mercenaries report your friends made it back home. Follow them before I act less kindly to you." The Second Coming simply nodded the same in response. He stared at his legs and hands, gave his wrist a little flick, before bracing his feet and jumping off the air, realizing he was flying. Shit, he was flying! The Second Coming laughed and did a few loops in the air, before turning to Stick City.

He dropped on the ground as he reached the city, walking through and towards the neighborhood. Second knocked, and Purple answered. With a delighted gasp, the boy gave him a hug, to which Second eagerly returned. Orange walked up. "All go well?" The man asked. The Second Coming nodded. Orange let him in. "I'm too old to be fighting. And too worn out by this punk." He nodded to Purple, who was playing a very intense game of 'The Floor is Lava' on the couch. The Second Coming was pretty sure there were man-eating hippos involved.

The Second Coming just laughed a bit as he made small talk with Orange, through the portal and towards his own. Second waved his goodbyes to Orange, who waved back, before turning to go lecture his son on jumping on tables. The Second Coming stared at the portal. He took a breath, exhausted. He hoped the gang was okay. Then he stepped through. He was immediately barraged with an assault of hugs. From everyone. Including the pig. The Second Coming let out a startled laugh.

He was tired, but sleep could wait for these guys.

The End!

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Psst... did you get the Skillet reference?

(The song called Rise by Skillet has the main lines 'Rise and Revolution,' and I made the title 'Revive and Resolution.':D)

[ ⚠️ ] I've been having trouble writing, that's why I avoided fighting as much as I could, I already struggle with it enough without being a struggle bus with writing... but thank you for reading! I highly suggest you check out my other series:

1. Alan Becker Oneshot Series
•Average day in an average place!

2. No Hard Feelings (Book 1)
•The Chosen One and The Dark Lord could use a little bonding time... [SFW, ofc]

3. A Victim-Less Crime (Book 2)
•The abrupt suicide of Victim seems more suspicious than it should to The Chosen One...

4. Truly, Deeply, Madly
• [ DISCONTINUED ] — Green is acting off around Purple... [ SFW ]

5. Error in Command
•With the Command Staff hovering over Yellow so temptingly, how could he not touch it?

6. Dad of the Year
[ MY PERSONAL FAVORITE! ]
•The Dark Lord's tall. He pretends to be his little brother's dad to get free stuff, and it gets him stuck in space. You know, like every normal situation?
[ Comedy + SFW ! ]