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Jimmy and Scott hadn’t expected, or prepared for the unwelcome guests as they barged through the gate.
Red bore into his eyes as he was quickly knocked down, Jimmy could see Scott getting shoved into arms and held back. His ears rang and he couldn’t hear what was going on as his vision slowly slipped away.
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He awoke on the ground in Dogwarts, no restraints yet he could see two figures on either side of him.
Jimmy blinked groggily, a faint pounding on the back of his head helped him come to his senses. His armor was gone as were all of his items, he expected that much. Deciding to not make it clear he was awake just yet, he scanned his surroundings.
The figures he’d seen on either side of him were Joel and Skizz, seeming to keep guard.
His eyes laid on Scott, with cyan hair that stuck out oh so vividly against the dark colors of Dogwarts. The sight of him made his blood run cold.
The man was stripped of his armor, the striped shirt missing its jacket. Blood trickled from his forehead as he stood dazed, bound by the wrists to the ground.
What horrified the blond the most was the TNT that was strapped below him, laid under his feet and around his ankles.
The amount would surely kill him.
It killed Jimmy inside, he knows how much Scott hates explosions and just loud noises in general. He was the one who opened the door when Scott knocked, soaked from the storm and shaken from the thunder. He was the one who wrapped a blanket around him after he dried off, securing him from the thunder. HE was the one who saw the progress as Scott slowly sat outside with him during the thunder.
Anger shone in his eyes and he stood quickly, only to be held back by the two alert and by his side. Rage kept him going as he struggled against the two, teeth bared.
“ Ah, Ah, Ah, Little Timmy. “
Martyn’s voice rang in his ears yet he didn’t stop his struggle.
“ There’s nothing you can do, haven't you realized ? Grian and Scar are off south to your base, told that it’d been burnt to the ground and that you two were low on health, and in need of help. Heard from Etho of course. And Scott, well, I'm sure you can see him. “
His breath was labored and he stared at his husband. Martyn was standing next to said man, a grin on his face as his eyes bore into Jimmy’s.
“ Why- “ He swallowed with a breath, “ Why are you doing this? Because of your stupid list? “
Martyn chuckled, cruel as he pinched Scott’s face between his thumb and index finger, forcing him to look up.
“ Well, if you’re so curious to know little Timmy, the list certainly lowered you down into the list of the few candidates but, “ he paused, squeezing the cyanettes face harder, “ Scott’s a green. “
Jimmy knew this, everybody did from the little green heart etched into his neck, a vibrant lime that they all started with.
“ And greens, “ Martyn pointed at him , “ are much better as sacrifices. And well, he was the perfect candidate. “
He snarled, struggling against the hands holding his arms back.
“ Ooo, Timmy’s got claws, hm ? Well I'm afraid they’ll do you no good. “ Martyn chuckled and threw Scott’s head out of his hand, stepping off of the altar.
Scott’s chest heaved in shaky breaths and Jimmy could see him stare at the TNT. Red dripped down his forehead and off of his chin. He looked up and met Jimmy’s eyes with a blank stare.
“ Ren ! “ Martyn called and the TNT was lit, hissing before exploding one after another, the smoke soon hiding Scott.
A raw scream tore through Jimmy’s throat as he watched the explosion. He didn’t care about the ringing in his ears or the hot tears slipping down his face. He shoved Joel and Skizz off with all of his strength, disarming both and keeping a sword drawn. All he could see was red, the color he stared at when he met his own eyes in the mirror. The color of the three hearts engraved into his neck.
Jimmy ran through the smoke blindly, sliding down the crater it had made to get to him, to get to Scott.
He could barely make out the figure on the ground, laying there with an ugly piece of debris stuck through his abdomen. It’d scar.
The blond kneeled next to him, propping his head into his lap. He chewed on his bottom lip as the smoke cleared. Once vibrant hair matted with red. The same color stained his clothes.
Scott coughed, wincing at how it jolted the debris. He stared up at Jimmy with a small smile, his eyes shone with an emotion Jimmy couldn’t pinpoint.
“ You’ll be there when I respawn, right ? “ His voice was rasped and a few of his words didn’t come out.
“ I wouldn’t dream of anything else. “ The blond man could hear his voice waver.
The man in his lap nodded with a content smile and closed his eyes. Their foreheads touched gently as Scott slowly disappeared, he’d show up in a few hours after respawning, yellow on his neck instead of the green that suited him so well.
[ Smajor1995 blew up ]
Once his body fully disappeared, Jimmy stood.
He could hear Martyn’s joyful cackle as he slid down the hole.
“ Now that wasn’t so bad, eh Timmy? We got what we needed and you came out with only a few inj- “
He cut himself off with a cough as he stared at the sword now pierced through his stomach. It was pulled out swiftly and Jimmy watched him crumble to his knees, a blank stare.
“ If you ever happen to come near our house again. I’ll make sure I take both of your remaining lives. “
Jimmy promised as Martyn slowly disappeared.
[InTheLittleWood was slain by SolidarityGaming]