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*climbs out of a dumpster drinking a perfectly good cup of coffee* What are you looking at

behold, the last part of the Broken Brotherhood series! I’ve been gone for, uh, a while. busy. very busy. But yes last part P.S. I will definitely be writing more shenanigans of Sam and Ex in the future (Tw: blood)

Sam stormed through the market. As he walked, the crowd edged away for him. The gleaming black armor he now wore, the metallic wings tucked behind his back, the sheathed sword at his belt, the tuft of flame from his helmet created an aura of fear and strength. People were scared of him. He had changed. Sam didn’t feel like himself anymore. He felt better. He felt strong. He felt powerful. His brother was a distant memory to him. His memories of him were bitter, circling around his lust for revenge. He saw a gathering of people in the center of the market. He shoved through the crowd. “What the-“ He stopped in his tracks. A glowing purple portal stood before him, swirling in it’s obsidian frame. Out of the purple folds walked someone he never thought he would see again. The boy who shared his face. The boy who shared his blood. The boy who Sam hated with every fiber of his being. Wels stood before the portal, in scratch-less, beaming silver armor. He looked around.

“I’m looking for my brother!” He shouted. Sam discreetly flicked the visor of his helmet down.

“I can help you.” Sam said, purposely deepening his voice.

“Thank you, kind sir.” Wels stepped down and followed Sam. What do I do? He’s right here, I’ve waited for this forever!

They had reached long section of cliff overlooking the lava pools. “Why are you looking for your brother?” Sam asked.

“It’s a rather long story. When we were boys we were playing in a cave. He leapt into the pool in the center. I tried to save him but he was pulled away before I could. I… regret not being able to.” Wels said. Sam stopped in his tracks.

“You liar!” Sam shouted, whipping around and grabbing his brother by the neck, lifting him from the ground.

“W-what is this? Who are you?” Wels said frantically.

“Who… am I? Who am I?!” He cackled. “Do you not recognize your own brother?!” Sam ripped off his helmet.

“…Sam?” Wels whispered.

“Yes, Sam, your brother that you ‘tried to save’ all those years ago!” Sam spat. “I’ve been here! Do you know what you’ve done to me?!” With the click of a few gears, Sam spread his shining metal wings. “Do you have any idea what I’ve gone through?!” He screamed, still grasping his brother’s throat. All of his built up rage was rearing it’s head, finally released after so long.

“Sam…” Wels said again. “Sam please… I’m your brother! I’m your twin!” He pleaded.

“No. You are no longer my brother, you lost that as soon as you let go of my hand.” Sam hissed.

“I didn’t let you go, I never wanted this to happen!” Wels said. Sam carried his brother to the edge of the cliff, then dropped him, grabbing his wrist as he fell. “What are you doing?” Wels said. “Sam!” He said, frantic. “Don’t let go!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” Sam began to loosen his grip on his brother’s arm. “I’m not strong enough!” He mocked.

“Sam, please! You can come home!” Wels shouted.

“This is my home now.” Sam released his brother’s wrist. “Goodbye.” He turned to leave, but the sound of metal clanking onto rock stopped him. Sam turned and saw Wels, panting. His sword was drawn, his wings spread. Sam drew his own sword and charged at his brother. Wels raised his sword to block him. With a loud crash, their swords clashed, sparks flying. Sam pushed Wels backwards. Wels stumbled, then used his wings to fling himself forwards. Sam leapt out of the way.

“Just like when we were kids?” Wels said.

“Yes, it is, good thing I always beat you.” Sam leapt in the air and brought down his blade, and was blocked again. He swung his weapon with great force, over and over, edging Wels into the wall. He ripped his brother’s helmet and cast it aside, along with his sword, glaring at him as his own eyes stared back. “I am going to make you suffer every bit of pain I have gone through.” He said through gritted teeth. He threw him to the ground and pinned him down, grabbing his brother’s left wing. Wels thrashed around and Sam was thrown to the side. Sam got to his feet and began punching him, raw anger fueling his attacks. Wels had retrieved his sword now. He stared at Sam, who was panting with exhaustion, fists raised.

“Is this all that remains of you?” Wels said, his voice cracking. “A mere husk of your own resent and rage?”

“I am more whole than I have ever been.” Sam spat. Wels let out a small gasp, then composed himself. He closed his eyes and ran at Sam, his sword raised. Sam felt as his blade found a weak point in his armor and drove into his side. Wels drew his blade out as Sam stumbled to the ground, blood seeping through his armor. Wels turned and began walking away. “You’re just going to leave me?” Sam scoffed. “Why don’t you just finish me off.”

“Because there is still a chance for you.” Wels continued walking without another word.

“Coward!” Sam had gotten to his feet, clutching his side with one hand and his sword with the other. “You’re a coward!” His brother said nothing. Sam watched as he disappeared around the bend. He stood alone, bleeding and enraged. He felt himself becoming more lightheaded, and realized that he should return home. He took flight, and arrived in the forest. He threw the door open and collapsed on the ground, blood now pouring onto the floor. Ex had noticed the sound and came rushing in, noticing Sam.

“Sam!” He knelt down and lifted him up, moving him carefully to the middle of the room. “What happened? Who did this? Was it the piglins again?”

“M-my brother…” Sam said weakly.

“Your brother? He’s here? Never mind, you can explain later, there’s no time.” Ex shook his head and began removing Sam’s armor. Sam glanced down and saw his shirt was soaked with blood and torn, revealing the open wound. “This doesn’t look good.” Ex whispered. Sam winced, groaning with pain and shifting to his other side. “Sam, I need you to stay still.” He said. Sam felt himself becoming more lightheaded as blood continued to spill onto the floor. Ex looked frantic, almost looking as if he was going to cry. “Stay awake, come on Sam, stay with me here.” His vision began to split and blur. His hearing became patchy, only hearing snippets of what Ex was saying. His words subsided into ringing, and it was becoming increasingly harder to keep his eyes even half open.

Maybe…

For just…

A second…

Sam opened his eyes, barely. He couldn’t move. He glanced to side. Ex was sitting in a chair beside his bed, staring at the floor.

“Ex?” Sam rasped. Ex was snapped out of his trace-like state, whipping his head and staring at Sam.

“Sam!” He said quickly. “You’re awake! And… alive.” Sam looked down, seeing the bandages wrapping around his torso.

“I… guess?” He said, sitting up a bit, only for Ex to push him back down.

“Don’t. I don’t want you to move too much, you could end up shifting the bandages. He really did a number on you.” Ex said.

“You can say that again.” Sam groaned.

“What happened?” He asked. Sam sighed.

“I was in the market, and everyone started crowding around this portal, and he came out of it. He said he was looking for me, so I covered my face and took him to a secluded area to confront him.” Sam explained. “We started fighting and he stabbed me, then left me there. I barely made it back here.” There were a few moments of silence, neither knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry.” Ex said sympathetically.

“You don’t have to be.” Sam said, accidentally shifting to the side. “Ow!”

“Hold on, don’t move.” Ex got up and pulled a healing potion from the cabinet and handed it to Sam. He drank, and the pain faded.

“Things don’t change much, do they?” Sam laughed.

“I guess so.” Ex set the half empty bottle aside.

For the next few days, Sam continued to recover slowly. After a day or so he was finally able to stand, barely. He was sitting up as Ex changed his bandages.

“I hate him.” Sam said.

“What?” Ex looked up.

“Him.” He said bitterly. “I can’t believe he just… left me. I hate him. I hate looking like him.” Ex continued staring at him, seemingly ignoring what Sam was saying. “Why are you looking at me like that? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just your eyes changed.” He shrugged.

“What do you mean ‘my eyes changed’?” Sam asked.

“Here, look.” Ex handed him a piece of glass. Sam stared into it, meeting his own eye. The once sky-blue iris was now bright red, outlined with orange. “The forces of the Nether can cause changed to your appearance over time. My hair used to be brown, but after a year or so it turned white.”

“Huh.” Sam set down the mirror.

“It suits you, I think.” Ex nodded.

“Yeah. I don’t look… like him now.” Sam sighed.

“I think we can change that more, if you’d like.” Ex said.

“Why not.” Sam shrugged. Ex left for a moment, returning with a jar.

“Black dye.” He said, setting it on the table. “For your hair.” He explained.

“Oh, okay.” Sam said, unsure of this idea. Ex opened the jar and dipped his hand in the dark goo inside, and carefully began spreading it in Sam’s hair. When he was done, he wiped his hands clean, some streaks of black still on his hands.

“Now we wait a bit. We’ll clean it out in a bit and then, boom, all done.” Ex said, putting the jar away. After what seemed like forever, Ex took a cloth and began scrubbing the excess dye from Sam’s hair. He tossed the now-blacked cloth aside and smiled, handing Sam the piece of glass from before. “Good as new.” Sam was shocked. The boy staring back at him looked nothing like him. He almost dropped the glass, but looked at himself for a moment more. He was new. The red of his eyes standing out against his now raven-black hair.

“What do you think, Sam?” Ex asked.

“Hels. My name is Hels.” He said confidently. A new identity.

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