Title: Home

Genre: I don't fucking know

Word count: 1,152

Some parts may divert from canon, don't get mad, it's for the flair

"Hey BigB." The arrow soared out of Scott's bow, nailing BigB between the eyes. Joel and Impulse burst out laughing as BigB crumpled to the ground, the green light in his eyes fading. Scott smirked, kicking one of Joel's dogs out of the way as he strode down the stairs, stepping past the half-built trap, and grabbing BigB's ender pearls and golden apples. BigB must have set his spawn in the fortress, Scott mused, hearing Joel and Impulse jeering at BigB as he pushed past them and stalked down the stairs to reclaim his remaining gear.

 They left BigB to adjust to his Yellow life, meeting up with the rest of their alliance. Scott found himself hundreds of feet above Dogwarts, watching with Grian and Scar as Joel and his dogs hunted Ren and Martyn. The two began to argue about whether or not they should drop TNT on Joel and his hounds and take him out before he became a threat to them, but Scott convinced them to wait until Dogwarts fell, then swiftly left the floating fortress in case they decided to eliminate him for that intervention. Scott returned to the ground, meeting Joel at the Crastle as he returned from the hunt.

"They have the high ground. My wolves are- ineffective," he snarled as they met.

"Do you need some support? We could support!" Bdubs offered, walking up with Tango and Impulse.

"I wanna kill Martyn." Joel snapped. "Can we kill Martyn?"

"With- with the wolf army, that would be so good, yeah." Tango grinned, his red eyes flashing.

"I say we go," Scott said, turning toward where Joel had pointed. "They're separated from half their alliance, I say we take advantage."

The five broke into a run, following Joel's wolves.

"They were headed towards the valley," Joel said, not even out of breath, his Red life lending him stamina that Scott and Impulse, the Yellows of the group, could not match.

"They better not." Scott snarled. "Jimmy is buried there."

"Uh oh." Impulse whispered, his face filled with glee.

They climbed the wall- it would take too long to go around to the gate- and dropped down into the Flower Village.

"Over there over there over there!" Joel whispered. "By the gate! They're over here."

"They're underground," Scott called, jumping down from the front wall. "We need to just go."

"They're here they're here they're here!" Joel yelled as his dogs streamed past him. Scott tore after them, heading Martyn faintly yelling "Go go go go!"

"MARTYN!" Joel yelled.

"NO!"

"Martyyyyn," Scott called, grinning. Tango and Bdubs were gone, only Impulse ran behind him, but he could worry about that later.

"THE RED KING DIES TONIGHT FELLAS!" Joel screamed. "Go wolves, go!"

"They've made it into the sand!" Scott yelled, drawing back his bow and taking aim at the duo running for their lives.

"Got him!" Ren yelled triumphantly, as he drove his sword through Joel's back. The Red crumpled to the ground. "I got him, Hand!" Scott drew his sword, leaping forward and swinging it at Ren. The Red King stumbled back, and Martyn charged forward to defend him. Scott shield-slammed him backward, towards the crater left behind from the Battle of the Red Desert.

"No no no!" He slipped on the loose sand, falling into the hole. Scott laughed, jumping down and running after him.

"Not today, Martyn!"

Ren's arrow entered his back.

Two lives gone.
One to go.

The moment he was awake he was on his feet, grabbing his extra gear and running out of his house. The sparks that surrounded him, formerly yellow, were now a blood red.

"Ren!" The Red rage was coursing through him, as was the oh-so-wonderful bloodlust.

"Joel's gone, Impulse needs to do something!" The tan-skinned boy hadn't seemed to enter the fight, instead watching as Scott and Joel were slaughtered.

He raced back through the forest, stopping on the edge of the desert to survey his surroundings. Impulse was nowhere to be seen. Joel's dogs - the ones that survived, at least - were milling about, unsure of what to do. Martyn was still in the crater, undoubtedly taking what he wanted of Scott's and Joel's gear. Joel's body would forever lay in that crater. A few feet from where Jimmy had- no, he wasn't going to think of that now. He had a job to do. Kill the Red King and the King's Hand. A shout made him jump, a second before an arrow pierced his shoulder. Scott swore, turning and running into the trees as Ren and Martyn ran after him.

"I can't attack him, I think he has to hit you first." Martyn panted to Ren, struggling to keep up.

"Yeah, I do!" Scott snapped back. "And I'm glad."

"Ren can kill you, though." Martyn pointed out. "We'll keep on your tail dude, don't worry about it."

"Great," Scott muttered, cursing as he felt blood dripping down his left arm. "Ren's bow is a bitc- a pain!"

"Yeah..."

"You say that like he's used it on you!" Scott said back, reaching the tree line and darting into the safety of the trees. Ren had dropped back, most likely to scout for Impulse, and now Martyn was following him closely.

"I want a cuddle before you die, come on, we were the last two Yellows, can I have a cuddle?" Martyn asked, and Scott rolled his eyes, dodging behind a tree to avoid another of Ren's arrows.

"No, you've got BigB now, leave me alone."

"Hey- I never wanted Jimmy to die, okay?" The words felt like a blow to his chest. Scott stumbled, turning to face his pursuers, and Martyn pressed forward. "I said from the get-go that it was-" Scott cut him off angrily.

"You let Skizz kill him!" One of Ren's arrows hit Martyn on his arm, and the Hand yelped in pain, dodging to the side as Ren charged forward. Scott drew his sword and slashed at Ren, prompting Martyn to yell "Careful, my lord!" Ren knocked Scott back, throwing him to the ground.

"Sorry, Martyn. It must be done." And Ren drove his sword through Scott's stomach. 

The world faded.

Scott didn't stay to watch the final battle.

Didn't stay to see Etho succumb to the burns Impulse gave him.

Didn't stay to see Tango ripped apart by the Dogwarts hounds.

Didn't see Scar deliver the final blow to the Red King, dooming Ren to the afterlife.

Didn't see Martyn slain on the same altar that he killed Ren on, so long ago.

Didn't watch as Bdubs turned on Impulse, knocking him into the Crastle Moat and drowning him.

Didn't watch Bdubs put an arrow through BigB's throat to protect Grian.

Didn't see Grian throw Bdubs off a hill or see Scar hold him under the water of the pond he landed in.

Didn't watch Grian and Scar fight to be the final person standing, didn't watch Grian break Scar's spine.

And he didn't see Grian take his own life, throwing himself off of a cliff.

No.

He found his sunflower.

He found the boy who tasted like sunshine and honey, the boy who sacrificed himself to save him, the boy who always stayed by his side, even in death.

He found Jimmy.

He found home.