(Warning: Death. Sadness. Grief and suffering. Blood, misery, and tears.)

POV: Xisumavoid
Location: Watcher's Lair, Main Room

I closed my eyes and threw my hands in front of my face, as if that'll prevent the spear from fatally injuring me. My eyes started watering from under my eyelids as I wonder if this is my last moment in Minecraft. Instead of getting impaled, I was pushed to the side and heard the sound of skin getting pierced. I winced, but... I didn't feel the pain. My sight was blurry, but I saw a red clothed admin in front of me. The spear had gone through their chest, and directly in their heart. It stuck out their back by a few inches. No amount of magic, energy, or medical attention could heal that injury. They fell to their knees with a pained expression.

I heard movement around me, but ignored it. I couldn't care less about what else happened. The movement from what I could see was more fighting. I ignored them, looking down at the person who had just sacrificed their life for mine.

I suddenly comprehended who it was, though I couldn't see them.

I rip my helmet off, throwing it aside. I look at the person in guilty horror.

My heart felt like someone had tied a cement brick to it and dropped it into the void.

It seemed like my world was crashing down around me with no mercy.

It felt like my heart was just shattered into a million pieces.

No.

This can't be happening.

Oh God, please...

Not him.

No, this can't happen now.

He's the one person I had in my childhood.

Without him, I'm nothing.

It can't be him.

Not now. I'm not ready for this...

It's too early for his time to come-

My vision cleared, confirming who it was.

"Xanthus!" I scream, crying out and dropping to my knees.

"Hadn't heard that from your mouth in a long time, X. Almost forgot what it sounded like from you..." EX muttered, losing blood quickly. My brother looked at me through his helmet. He slowly and painfully slipped it off, tossing it to the side. He looked down at the spear with scared eyes. He looked back at me. I wrapped my arms around him, avoiding the spear.

I hug him tight as he weakly squeezes me back. His white hair that was stained with blood fell around his shoulders, and his red eyes were full of pain and suffering. He was sitting up with his legs out. I sat on my knees, supporting Xanthus by holding him up and hugging him. He put his chin on my shoulder, taking shaky breaths. I felt his heart gradually slowing down. My heart beat faster and faster, panicking.

A ton of blood dripped from his wound, covering himself and me. I started to fall into pieces, broken from what I knew was going to happen.

"No, no no no... stay with me, please, for the love of God, stay with me... Xanthus. Don't die on me!" I plead into his ear, barely hearing my voice over the beat of my frantic heart. I leaned back, holding his shoulders and looking at him with a panicked expression. Tears were freely flowing out of my eyes. They were silent tears, which I have a feeling will change soon. They mixed with my cuts, making them sting.

I saw a faint smile on Xanthus' face. It quickly faded, replaced by more pain.

"Xisuma... my time has come. Don't... t-try to save me." He murmured, through painful gasps of breath.

"W-What do you mean?"

"I- I knew I was going to have a perma-death soon... Remember how all my dreams or nightmares come true?" I nod in horror. "I never told anyone about this recent one."

"Why didn't you tell me? Did you think about what I would think? The effect on me? How b-broken I would be?" I sobbed, pulling him closer without disturbing the spear.

"That's why I came... I also just wanted to see you again, b-before this happened."

"Xanthus, no, you can't die now-"

"Xisuma, I came to say g-goodbye. I knew it wasn't this s-situation... I just knew I was going to die s-soon." He started to fall limp.

"No, no no no no... Xanthus!" I cried again.

"I'm- I'm sorry, X-Xisuma, f-for being a b-bad b-brother..." His stuttering was getting worse.

"No, it was me... you tried to apologize about what happened on the server, and I wouldn't listen-"

"Xisuma, I-I k-know yo-you forgive me n-now." He whispered.

"Xanthus, you can't leave me, not now, it's too early!" I shriek.

"X-"

"I won't be able to move on-"

"X-"

"You won't be around..."

"Xisuma-"

"You're all I have left-"

"Xisuma..."

"You can't leave me, Xanthus! It'll break me so bad I won't be able to function!" I scream.

"Xisumavoid!"

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, XANTHUS, LIFE WON'T BE THE S-SAME!" I screech, a loud sob following the words. A hand slapped me, leaving me with a bloody handprint across my face. I look at Xanthus as he was putting his hand back down. Though he was dying, he was still easily one of the physically strongest people I know.

I look at him in disbelief. He looked back with a serious face.

"D-Don't do a-anything s-stupid. If I see you d-down or up there anytime s-soon, I will f-find a way to s-send you b-back." He threatened. I didn't say anything due to a loss of words. He winced, his breath hitching and slowing. His eyelids were fluttering. He tried leaning back, but I held him up.

Xanthus put a bloody hand to my cheek, softly holding it. I hesitated, before laying my hand on top of his and holding it against my cheek. He looked at me, sadness and guilt evident in his eyes. I looked back with silent, disbelieving tears which quickly slid down my face. It mixed with my blood, though not enough to wash it off.

"Tell H-Hypixel thank y-you for me one more time. He l-let me come i-into the s-server." I nodded not saying anything.

"Don't ever forget, Xanthus... though we weren't on the best of terms, I still loved you, and will a-always, n-no matter what-" I choked on my words. Xanthus silently nodded, slowly and shaky. Just the act of staying awake was draining him quickly.

I gently let him lean back, letting him lay on the floor. I put my hand down next to my side, but Xanthus kept his there, gently resting on my cheek. I leaned closer and slightly over him. My tears fell onto his armor. The armor I got for him. Coincidentally, he got me my set of armor during the same Christmas. It was a memory we always bring up once in a while. This time, instead of happiness, it was a broken, sadness that swept through my chest.

I look down at Xanthus, holding his weak hand. He lightly squeezed me, letting me know he was still living for now.

"It's gone n-numb, X-Xisuma. It's... it's soon. T-Thank G-God, I was tired o-of being t-the funniest p-person in the r-room." He looked at me weakly and with tired eyes. "Xisuma, don't... g-give up, p-please. Please, for me?" I nod, vision blurring slightly.

After a few moments, he took a large, shaky breath. More tears flowed as I knew it was going to be his last breath. His eyes fluttered close, hand still on my cheek.

"Love you t-too, brother." He said, using that last breath for his last words. At that moment, I felt a piece of me disappear, a piece of me... break. I felt a piece of me shatter into more pieces, destroying me and tearing me down on the inside. It was because Xanthus was my twin. Twins always had special connections.

And I just watched my twin die in the same server I was in.

It was one hundred times worse than it should have been.

I choked on a sob. It came out sounding strangled, as if I couldn't breathe. And I really couldn't.

Time seemed to slow down for me as I watched the events unfold.

His hand fell to the floor with a thud, limp.

No. This really can't be happening.

His chest stilled.

I must be dreaming. It's not true.

The blood that was flowing from my brother's chest was gradually slowing down.

I felt like the world was crashing down around me.

His facial muscles relaxed from it's tight and pained expression.

I heard my heartbeat in my ears. It was so loud I thought I was going to go deaf.

His head limply and slightly rolled to the side and his hair was spread out underneath his head.

He laid on the floor, spear protruding from his chest. A great amount of blood pooled around his body. His face was relaxed, pain free. His lips were slightly upcurved, not noticeable unless you closely observed him. His right arm was across his chest, and his left arm outstretched to where I was. His eyes were half closed, and his chest was completely still.

In the back of my head, emotions and pain exploded. Guilt, suffering, pain, sadness, and exhaustion were present. Those were apparently my brothers last emotions.

A scream of grief tore from my throat, echoing in the room. I hugged my brother by leaning down and weakly putting my hands around his body. I cried, never ending tears mixing with his blood.

It seemed to be forever until I moved again. I slowly leaned back. My face was stained with tears and blood. Blood was mostly on the left side, since Xanthus had slapped me with his right hand.

I lightly grasped the spear that killed Xanthus. I slowly pull it out, not wanting to cause anymore damage. The bleeding seems to have stopped. When the spear was fully out of his body, the tip and one-fourth of the shaft was fully covered in blood. Bleeding didn't start again when I took the spear out.

Another sob escaped my lips as I stared at the weapon.

I was a jerk to Xanthus.

He tried apologizing about Hermitcraft and said he was just joking, but I didn't listen.

I banned him from my server.

I didn't say anything to him. Just glared.

And now look at me.

Regret. I wish I could go back...

He came to say goodbye. And I almost ignored him.

Guilt. There was so much, I thought I was going to drown in it.

What will I do now? How will I deal with this? By letting out my-

Hatred? At the Watchers, at myself?

Before this, I blew him off, tossing him away like a piece of trash. Unwanted trash.

I reach towards Xanthus' face, gently closing his eyes. I sat back, releasing a shaky breath.

A laugh rang through the room. That evil, malicious, laugh that belonged to the Head Watcher. I look through blurry eyes, squeezing the spear until my knuckles turned white. I don't know what came over me, but I had a sudden feeling of rage, anger, and fury.

I haven't felt this much anger since I was an admin of the Hermitcraft server.

And I hated it. I hated the feeling of anger and rage.

I stagger to my feet, the front on my armor and arms stained with the blood of my brother. Everyone looked at me. Some in concern, come in mockery (the Watchers), some in fright. Interestingly enough, some backed away from me. I look down at my body.

No, it wasn't the scars I had.

Or the amount of blood that was dripping off of me.

Or how angry I looked.

It wasn't that my helmet was off either. I never have it off unless it's necessary.

No, it was none of those.

It was the fact that I had a purple aura around me-

Purple aura?!

Before I could wonder what it meant, the Head Watcher spoke.

"Another death, oh well. That sacrifice was in vain. You'll all eventually die anyway." He waved a hand, signifying that it was irrelevant. I growled, narrowing my eyes at him. He smirked, twirling another spear around.

"What's the matter, Xisumavoid? Scared you'll have the same fate as your brother?" He taunted. I step forward after seeing Grian's slight nod. I reach for my sword, dodging the Head Watcher's early attack. He used all his strength thinking he'd catch me off guard.

I kicked him in the face since he was leaning down and his sword was almost touching the ground. He sent magic at me, hoping to hit me. I dive roll over the beam, narrowly avoiding it. I took out a flame enchanted infinity bow and quickly shot one arrow after another. He avoided most of them, but the flames blackened his clothing every time it got close.

I avoided the use of magic because in the state I was in (an emotional wreck). Like mentioned earlier, emotion fuels the magic we have. I don't need to blow up the entire place, though I really wanted to.

I got the Head Watcher into the area I wanted him in. Grian saw where I was going with this and tried to help me. He kept the Head Watcher there until I could finish my half-thought-out plan.

"GriAn, MOVE!" I yell, voice cracking. The admin dove away as I threw the blindness potion and a slowness potion (found in a chest) at the Head Watcher. He looked around like an idiot, no doubt confused. I had only 30 seconds to do this.

I aimed a sharp and flaming arrow at the ceiling. Not straight up, but at an angle. I adjusted so it would for sure hit the spot I was aiming for. The Head Watcher started to move away slowly. I shoot, letting the string roll off my fingers and arrow sail.

It was exactly above the Head Watcher.

It hit the rope I was aiming for.

That rope was holding that huge glass chandelier up.

I sprinted as far away as I could, many people following. The purple aura that surrounded me has not changed color, or faded at all. It reflected my mood perfectly. I was still furious at the Head Watcher for taking away one of the closest people to me.

I got to the outskirts of the room before I heard the sound of the glass chandelier shatter on the floor, making the room rumble.

Then it was silent.

(2488 words)

(Edited: 01-01-2020)