Chapter 2- Blast of the Past

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~Sabre's POV~

Quickly, I run over to Rainbow Steve's unconscious body and check for pulse first. He's breathing, and then once I am sure of that I scoop him up into my arms bridal style. His small, light body fits into my arms without a struggle and I bring him towards our base of operations. I run towards the house, running straight thorough the forest.

As I get closer to the building, it's faint outline appears through the foggy air and dark area due to not much sunlight. I have stumbled a few times, due to me running. As soon as I reach the building I fling the door open and go to the closest bed, turning out to be Rainbow Steve's. I gently place is small hourglass body onto the bed before running over to the sink to get a bowl and a wash cloth. The water seems to take forever as I fill it up with some warm water, and the moment it is full I turn the water off and then run over to Rainbow Steve. I place the wash cloth in the bowl of warm water that I placed beside the bed on the nightstand to have close. The white washcloth soaks in the water while I slowly start to take Rainbow Steve's shirt off, revealing a bloody wound. (I don't like this, help me) Just looking at it makes me wince, and I get the washcloth out of the water and place it on his wound.

I watch in horror as the white piece of fabric turns a reddish pink. Quickly, I get up and grab some bandages from the cabinet, as well as a few more cloths. I run into Rainbow Steve's room and get one of his shirts out of his dresser before running back to his bed. The water in the bowl turns the color of the rag as soon as I put it in, and I close my eyes for a moment to take a deep breath. (Me right now while writing this) I feel the pain in my neck slightly from Memory Steve's sword, but I push the feeling away and continue to wash the wound on Rainbow Steve's chest.

I go over to the sink and get new water for the bowl, rinsing it off with the washcloth. Walking slow, I return to Rainbow Steve's side and wet one of the new wash clothes slightly before straining the water out of it. Placing it on his forehead, I continue to wash off what's left of the flowing blood from the wound and then I start getting the dried blood off. The old chair I am sitting in creaks as I move to get the bandages to cover around the damaged skin. My hands shake as I look at Rainbow Steve's battered body, and I slowly start to wrap the bandages around him.

I feel as if one wrong move would break his small, delicate body. My fingers comb through his colorful hair as soon as I finish wrapping the bandages. The wind blows through the open window and blows my hood down; and sends some leaves coming in. I softly lay my he's down on the edge of the bed while rubbing Rainbow Steve's hand.

~Rainbow Steve's POV~

All I can see is darkness. Darkness everywhere, for miles and miles. 'Am I dead?', that is the only thought that plays through my head. "So this is what you go through when you die.." I whisper aloud, the sound almost echoing through my ears.

Suddenly some colorful particles appear in the darkness, and then they start to fly towards me. They run straight into me, and I fall down to my knees and clutch my head and pain fills it. A bright white light flashes in front of my vision. The light leaves me stunned, in a daze-like phase.

The moment my vision returns to me, I see that I am in a field, watching... Me and a Blue Steve playing around? "Blue Steve, guess what!" The me I am watching says, directed towards the Blue Steve I am in the field with. "What Rainbow Steve?" He responds with. His voice sounds... Familiar...

"We've gotten six of the seven artifacts and the weapon! We just need to get one more, the pink one, and we will have them all!" The past me explains before hugging Blue Steve. I watch in fascination as the past me shuffles through his inventory, showing six glowing blocks and a glowing pickaxe. There is every color of the rainbow, except for pink. Wait a second... Artifacts? Wasn't Elemental Steve questioning me before for some artifacts?

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