Sjin and Lalna were silent on the walk back to Icaria. Both were silent, and Lalna was leaning heavily on Sjin's shoulder, the scientist having trouble supporting himself after nearly getting choked to death. They hobbled along at a slow pace, the only sounds being the thud of their boots on the dry earth. Lalna sighed and turned his head to look at Sjin.
“Why?” The blonde man asked.
Sjin looked at Lalna quizzicaly. “Why what?”
“Why did you save me back there?” Lalna pressed.
Sjin sighed. “I did what I needed to do. I didn't want to see you die. Neither did I want to see my ex-best friend kill someone.”
Lalna was silent. The answer didn't satisfy him, but now was the not the time to dig for a better one.
The two approached the massive marble gates of Icaria. They swung open with a dull thud and the two walked inside and headed towards where Minty treated the wounded. They had one heck of a story to tell.
Strippin gently carried his brother's broken and bloody body in his arms. Strippin had cried all the tears he had been able to cry for hours, and the sun was now slowly dipping below the horizon. He slowly made his way back to Icaria, both crowbars attached to his belt, back hunched over and head bent down. Strippin raised his eyes at the glimmering marble gates of Icaria as they opened unexpectedly, and Xephos, Nilesy, Hannah, and Honeydew came sprinting out. They had seen Strippin approach carrying Benji.
Hannah got there first. “Is he alright!?” She gasped, eyes filling with panic.
Strippin stared, eyes bleak. “He's gone.”
Xephos, Nilesy, and Honeydew stood next to Hannah. “Oh my god...” Nilesy murmuered.
The rest were silent for a moment, then Strippin spoke up. “We need to give 'em a proper burial. Soon.”
Xephos simply nodded and offered to carry Benji's body, but Strippin flatly refused with a brief shake of his head.
The somber group of four slowly made their way into Icaria. Their friends and other citizens of Icaria lined the streets. Their friends went up to greet them and then stopped when they saw Benji. Horror came upon the faces of all who were around.
Israphel couldn't have-
The silent murmers were a dull buzz among the citizens. The Yogscast however, were shocked into a still silence. Strippin kept his head down and did not look up at anyone, a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks.
A sense of dread slowly covered the city as news of Benji's death spread.
Yet no one knew what had killed him.
It was only presumed to be Israphel as the murderer.
They were close.
Ridge ran sprinting out of his rather large house, skidding along the back streets of Icaria. Ravs was left staring after him, wondering what had gotten into the usually calm man.
Ridge silently thanked Notch for making him one of the fastest runners in the Yogs as he rounded the final corner to the City Square and ran smack dab into a short girl, knocking them both to the ground.
Ridge sat on the ground, rubbing his head, “Jeez, sorry, didn't watch where I was-” and then he saw who it was. The girl was just standing up and then Ridge leaped up, knocking the girl to the ground again in a tackle hug. “KUPOOOOO!” He yelled happily at seeing his old friend again.
Kupo frowned as Ridge hugged her. “Ridge, can you not, please?”
“NO. I WILL HUG YOU AND NO ONE IS STOPPING ME.”
“BECAUSE I MISSED YOU.”
“... Well then.”
Ridge finally stopped hugging her and they both stood up.
Ridge grinned, “So, where is everyone else?”
Kupo was rather blunt. “Missing, some presumed dead.”
“The Sands reached Pangea. I'm sorry. So many died, everyone else is missing.”
Ridge sat down on the ground, burying his head in his hands, overwhelmed. “Oh my Notch... why, why, why!?”
Kupo sat down next to him and tried to comfort her friend.
Everything was tumbling, falling apart.
Breaking and shattering, and there was nothing, nothing that could fix it.
Sips jumped through the Nether Portal into the meeting room. Martyn and Israphel were already there, and they both smiled. Sips looked at them strangely.
Silently zombies stepped out of the shadows behind him and took his arms in a fierce grip. Sips attempted to struggle but the zombies were strong. Herobrine stepped out of another door and walked up to Sips.
“You failed us. You were supposed to bring Lalna to us. He is to be the third to join us.”
“I'm sorry!” Sips yelled.
Herobrine smirked. “There is no 'sorry'” A dark black flame appeared in the god's hand.
“No, no, please.” Sips gasped, face turning pale.
“Too late, no second chances.”
Sips' scream echoed around the Nether Brick fortress, and then all was silent.
Herobrine grinned at Sips, who staggered up with glowing eyes like his own, but a deep shade of blue.
“Now. There is no escape.”