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Karkat ought to hear him coming. The Initiate is by no means small, after all. But he's too caught up in his own misery to notice. His face is grubby with red tearstains. He knows he'll just see Cuthbert on the other side of death, that it's stupid to cry but Cuthbert died, right there in front of him, while he was too slow to stop it.

Murdering Sherlock in revenge ought to have made him feel better about it--he'd had six sweeps of troll television and cinema to give him that impression--but it hadn't really, not at all.

He was such a useless piece of shit. A useless weepy piece of shit, fuck.

Edited 2013-11-19 04:17 (UTC)

When the Initiate finds him, he stares for a moment. Face scared, one eye empty, the other red and unsympathetic. He doesn't see Karkat, he doesn't see anyone but the Signless. The Signless when he was young, when all the shit began. A lingering trace of heretical poison hung on past the sweeps. Brought back here for the purging of it. To release at last, his fellows from this mutant's endless stretch of sin.

He got no weapon. He doesn't need one.

He's going to enjoy this.

He growls, feral, and pounces. He brings his claws up high and smashes them against the young one's face.

Oh shit what the fuck?!?

Oh. Oh. The fucking Initiate, of course.

Fine. Whatever. He's going to die now at the hands of (one of) his best friend(s)'s psychotic ancestor and he honestly does not give a shit, he practically fucking welcomes death these days, it's not like it ever sticks, and Bert'll be there, he'll have someone to wait for everyone else with.

His face feels like it's on fucking fire.

"Do it, shithead," Karkat growls. "Cull me. I don't give a fucking crap, I'll just be glad I won't have to inhale Faygo fumes from your shitty clown breath."

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He tilts his head. What a strange way for a young signless to speak. Too much speaking from those what have no place.

He slams a kick against the mutant's body. He's so much smaller so much more easily crushed.

He reaches down and roughly pulls at an arm, tugging it out away from him. Then he rises, brings his foot up and stomps it down with a cry.

Karkat screams in pain.

"You fuckshit. Shitpanned, assmunching, piss-swilling, hapless harlequin blowhole. CHOKE ON A BULGE! CHOKE ON YOUR LUSUS' BULGE."

Why won't this asshole hurry up and finish him the fuck off?

Edited 2013-11-19 20:52 (UTC)

The Initiate heaves the bratt up by the collar and slams him back against the nearest tree. Then, why the fuck no again? Another slam. Then another.

"Motherfucker, you best get at shutting the fuck up before I remove YOUR GODDAMN MAW!"

He grips him by the shirt and throws him across the forest floor. Slowly, growling, he stalks forward. From between his teeth slips that, honk, HONK.

Edited 2013-11-20 05:37 (UTC)

The scream reaches her ears, even as she's following a trail of broken foliage, faint smudges of yellow and a hint of Indigo. The one good thing about Fraysong being livid is that he's not bothering to hide his trail. It's like following a wild beast that's gone crashing through the forest.

But she hears the scream, and she knows she's close. And she's terrified of what she's going to find. That scream was Karkat's, her mind informs her as she races along the ground, panting hard from her exertion. She could pick it out from a mile away. Luckily, she's not that far from its source.

She comes upon the Initiate and Karkat. A broken Karkat. And an Indigo that she should know is Fraysong, but for a few fleeting moments, all she can smell is the short curly hair, the stench of greasepaint and blood. She's back on the meteor--squaring off with a murderer and staring horrified as mutant red meets unhinged indigo. Waiting for the worst that never came.

But there won't be any paps and shooshes this time, and she can't let Karkat die.

She doesn't really think about where she goes from there. Her hand moves to her waist, unwrapping the vines there in a fluid motion, the stones tied at the ends knocking together. With recently-practiced almost-finesse, she whips the stones around and hurls them at the Initiate's legs, trying to tangle them with the vines. She herself starts forward as well, but slower than her makeshift weapon. It won't stop him completely, but it will buy some time. She can make up the rest as needed.

"Karkat!" she snaps, determination and authority overriding her initial panicked fear. She hopes his wounds aren't so bad that he can't run. "Get up on your stubby legs, and get the hell out of here!"

"Terezi?" For the first moment, Karkat just stares at her. Then survival instinct takes over and he pushes himself to his feet with his one good hand. "I thought--"

He thought she'd hated him, that she didn't care if he lived or died, that she was much happier with the Initiate than she'd ever been with him.

Except she just attacked the Initiate to give him time to get away. And he'd be a fool to waste that sacrifice.

So he starts running, stumbling a little over the uneven ground, because he is in terrible pain, even if the worst of his injuries so far are the cut face and the broken arm.

Fuck, he hopes she doesn't die for his sake. He'd never forgive himself.

Down to the ground the Initiate crashes, landing hard on his side. In an instant, he's bringing his legs up to tear free, image already in mind on how he'll do the same to the one who did this, but he hears a voice, hears Karkat call out a name and he freezes. Pyrope? He looks up sharply.

He stares, in shock and disbelief. It's her. It's her, it's motherfucking her. The one other troll that...

So stupid. How the fuck could he have been so stupid? His face twists and he rips at the vines tearing his legs free, snarling. He rises up to his feet and reels on her.

"What the fuck are you doing? WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK ALL GOT GUMPTION INTO YOU AT TO DO THAT?!" He snaps, because he's still that damn stupid and desperate. "You looking at to be culled, Pyrope?I AIN'T ALL AT FOR PLAYING NO FUCKING GAMES WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!"

He stomps on toward her, toward where Karkat went and ran past.

Thank whatever impartial beings are watching them that Karkat actually ran. She wasn't sure if he would. She was almost certain that he was going to dig his heels in at the stupidest moment and ruin everything that she'd done and intended to do.

But he didn't. And now she was facing down an enraged Indigo with one of her closest friends fleeing at her back. She can't step aside. She has to remain where she is. She's the only thing standing between Karkat and certain death.

"I'm not playing games, either. Leave him alone. He doesn't deserve to be dragged into this mess. He doesn't even know what happened." But the way that she says that implies that she does. That she knows the how and why of his rage.

She takes a small step back, hunkering down into a defensive position--ready to intercept if he tries to attack. Her fingers are curled, claws ready for lack of a weapon in her hands.

"You have every right to be furious, but not in this direction. I'm not going to let you hurt him."

He can't shake the disbelief. It just sinks deeper and deeper burning holes in his pan, burning holes in him. He hasn't got room to spare for them. He hasn't got time for hurt, even as it makes time for him. This, right after his moirail--

"Pyrope, move," He says. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK HE AIN'T UP AND MOTHERFUCKING KNOW! I don't care if you don't think at he's deserving! THIS AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, PYROPE, SO MOVE!"

He takes another step forward. He growls in warning. They both know who would win this fight.

Edited 2013-11-20 07:47 (UTC)

She knows well enough who would win this fight. But she stands her ground anyway.

"Fraysong. I can't move. Not when it means that you're going to hunt him down," she answers, even as she's wracking her brain for some way to bring him down. She's not his moirail, but that doesn't mean that she's not his friend, too.

"I know it hurts. I know you feel wronged--and you were. That shouldn't have happened. But the Helmsman will be okay. He'll be back at the Capitol waiting for you, just like he was last time. You'll see him again, and he'll be as good as new."

"You don't know that," He say through his teeth, realising it properly for the first time all at once, and his voice is ragged for it. And that's the whole problem isn't it? He doesn't know. And when the fuck ever has someone returned to him to stay? When the motherfuck ever has it been a thing to be? The first time was a miracle-- a taunt, to make him believe it'd be okay, he'd be safe to. A test. The fear shines bright through the rage. "IDEA ALL IF THAT'S A THING WHAT TO BE TRUE AIN'T BEING A THING YOU GOT, SISTER!"

She's doing it in purpose, she lied to him to, he's motherfucking sucker and he fell for it and she wants to stop him from this thing what he needs to do. Lead him astray, while she could go back to the rest them. He shakes his head, suddenly.

No, no, the mutant will get away, he has to have him, the Signless won't listen otherwise, it won't matter. He can't leave the Helmsmen to have been a waste, he can't do that. The Helmsman won't be good as new, even if he comes back the Signless bared his mark him, for the second time. It's his fault he was Helmsman at all, this so much bigger.

"He has to know, he has to see. I HAVE TO MAKE HIM PAY! He won't learn otherwise, he never learns no matter what I say, but he will, he will this time. AND THIS WILL END. It will end and he'll learn, this won't ever motherfucking happen again! GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

Edited 2013-11-20 20:06 (UTC)

"No! I can't. You don't understand. I can't let you hurt him. I can't stand by and let my friends murder each other again!" Something twists a little in her chest. She doesn't want to admit that she's scared--not of him, but of what he could do. How he might be able to bring things crumbling down around her again. She wants to keep believing in that troll that she thinks he is. That he cares about more than just mayhem and slaughter.

"Makara..." She says the word quietly, almost like a plea itself. It's such a personal name to him, and she hopes that maybe he'll understand that this is just as personal to her. "Don't do this. You don't know that this will do anything, either, so please just leave Karkat out of it."

It is a personal name. The one he said she could use back then and she wields it now against him. It's enough to make him falter, to make him freeze for a moment. But she's wrong, she doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why she's doing this, why she's choosing--

"For him? PYROPE, HE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU, AIN'T NONE OF THEM MOTHERFUCKING GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU! They left you, abandoned you, repeatedly were you all up and treated like shit, including by him! AND FOR WHAT MOTHERFUCKING REASON, PYROPE?! Because you had at a better damn idea at for survival than they did?! AS SOON AS THEY UP AND THOUGHT AT THEY COULDN'T GODDAMN USE YOU, THEY DROPPED YOU JUST LIKE THEY ALWAYS DO AT TO EVERYONE!"

He wants to shake her. Like somehow that will make her see.

"This will work. IF IT MOTHERFUCKING DON'T IT'LL ONLY PROVE AT MY OWNSELF RIGHT IN A WAY FUCKERS CAN'T DENY, IT'LL BECOME CLEAR LIKE ALL AS CRYSTAL TO MOTHERFUCKING EVERYONE! He won't learn any other way, Pyrope, he's already been sentenced at in my future and it begets nothing cause he don't motherfucking understand! EVERYTHING IS TRIED AND DONE, THERE AIN'T NO OTHER GODDAMN WAY! It will keep motherfucking having occurance. IT WILL KEEP GOING UNLESS I DO THIS!"

Doesn't she get it? Can't she up and motherfucking understand?

"...Terezi..." He grinds through his teeth, one last desperate fucking thing. Don't be like them, don't. "MOVE!"

It's the first time that he's ever used her first name like that. It digs in deeper than she would have thought it would. She cares about him. But she cares about Karkat, too, and just because he's been an antagonistic shit to her doesn't mean she's going to abandon him. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she did.

"No! I won't stand by while you slaughter someone to prove a point that no one understands but you! It would be different if he played a part in this, if he had any hand in your moirail's death at all, but he didn't. And I won't let you act like everyone is culpable by association! It doesn't matter what he's done to me; he's still more than just a tool for you to exact vengeance with!"

Her fists clench and unclench again. Her pulse is pounding in her ears. She doesn't know how she's going to stop him, but she has to try. If it comes down to a fight, maybe she can last long enough to give Karkat a safe lead.

"Makara, please." She doesn't expect him to cave this time. He's not going to relent, but the least she can do is make him understand. This isn't about him or Signless or picking sides. "Don't ask me to move again. It doesn't matter which friend is at my back, or which is standing in front of me. My answer will always be no."

He can't. He can't just let his moirail be left like that. He can't let this go.

His face just keeps twisting. His body shakes. He grits his teeth.

So that's motherfucking it then?

SO THAT'S MOTHERFUCKING IT?!?

He's moved before he can think, hand swung back and smashed into her with crushing force. It makes a sound like a shot, like clear ocean bursting, like a canon. It's a sharp noises in his ears and his head.

He doesn't look at his claws to see if there might be teal there. He stares at her, his one eye wide.

Then he turns.

"Don't you dare follow me, Pyrope," He spits, and then he's running onward, away from her, after the mutant. He prays that she listens.

Terezi is waiting for an attack. She knows it's coming, the way that he shakes and glares. She feels ready for it--ready to defend herself. But the swiftness that the sudden blow comes is far too fast. Her arm only gets halfway up before his hand crashes into the side of her head.

Her ears are ringing. Her skull is aching. The scents swim under her nose, and for a moment she can't make sense of them. Her palms are resting against cool wet ground, and she realizes that she's on her hands and knees. The high-pitched keening doesn't fade completely, but somehow she catches the tail end of the words spoken to her and their meaning: Don't follow him.

After Karkat, she realizes with a small delay. It's pure panic that drives her to her feet, forcing her to push past the ringing and the dizziness. Her balance is off, and it takes a moment for her to steady herself, but then she's off after him. It doesn't matter if she has no chance of winning this.

She doesn't have to beat him. She just has to slow him down.

He hears her footsteps after him, still going even after that, even he told her not to.

He gives a strangled shriek of rage.

He stops running and turns sharply back around. His eye is red as hers.

He meets her half way and his hand goes out to grasp her neck. His claws wrap around her throat and he slams her back into a tree.

He roars in her face, "STOP IT, YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER, STOP IT!!!"

Terezi wasn't expecting for him to come back to her. She skids to a halt just moments before the hand is at her throat. Her hand grips his wrist instinctively, nails digging in even though she doesn't intend to hurt him.

In an instant, her back hits the tree and she cries out--a strangled noise that cuts off as the air is knocked out of her lungs. And even as she struggles to breath again, her other hand rises to grip the first. It's hard to tell if she's trying to pull him off or just holding on to keep him from leaving.

The roar has her cringing back, gripping his wrist tighter. "Makara..." she tries to say, but her lips move and very little sound makes it out.

No, no, no, no, she didn't get to do this, she doesn't get to hold him back from this just because.

He ought to cull her. He ought to motherfucking cull her for getting in the way, who did she think she was, he was a preacher of the Messiahs, he was a highblood, he is The Grand motherfucking Highblood to be!

His free hand goes back, shaped into a claw. Tear out her throat. Spill her blood. Paint this forsaken fucking den of sinners in every color he could. He roars one more time.

He pulls her back, then slams her hard against the tree. Her body is left high and tossed roughly down. His claws graze her flesh, just enough to pull forth beads of teal. He doesn't see if she's moving or concious. It won't matter. If she's comes after him again, she's dead. If there is a next time, he will kill her. And there won't be any mercy for her then.

He runs.

Unfortunately--or perhaps fortunately, for her--Terezi drops to the ground after that. She doesn't get to her feet this time, her head reeling and her lungs burning. She lies crumpled on the ground, bleeding and aching and scared and unable to find the strength in her limbs to push herself back up. She tries anyway, but the only thing she earns is aching protests from her body.

It doesn't immediately occur to her that by all rights, she should be dead. He could have killed her easily. But he didn't. Instead, she pulls herself up against a tree until she can sort herself out, and she hopes with all her heart that she lasted long enough to get Karkat in the clear.

Karkat's running as fast as he can and maybe, maybe there's a chance he'll get away. At least until a vine snakes out and wraps around his leg, tripping him.

He lands on his already broken arm. The pain is excruciating.

But he tries to push himself back to his feet again, tries to pry the vine off his leg, but it's taking too long, there's no time--

And the honking keeps getting closer--

(Far away, the two Gamemakers controlling the vines exchange a high-five.)

And then suddenly, he's by Karkat's ear, words all near-whispered, sweet and taunting. Such a joke. So goddamn FUNNY how all such a simple word can make them sweat.

"Honk."

Let thy holy wills be done. He stomps down on Karkat's leg.

"WON'T IT MAKE LIKE TO PLEASE," He starts, hysterical, shouting over whatever noise there may be. "Oh, he knows. WON'T IT ALL UP AND GODDAMN PLEASE A BROTHER TO KNOW, SHE CHOSE YOU"

Before Karkat even has time to breathe, he stomps on the other for good measure.

He hisses, "You, what threw her aside, and for goddamn what?"

And then he hauls the little Vantas up, vine or no.

"DON'T EVEN NEED MARK UP ON YOU TO GUESS BECAUSE IT ALWAYS LEADS BACK TO THE SAME MOTHERFUCKING THING."

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Terezi's dead, isn't she? She's dead, dead saving him, his worthless carcass, and it doesn't matter that she'll probably come back anyway she's dead because of him, because she's a far better friend than he ever was to her. All he's done to her for more than a perigee is to alternate throwing shitfits and giving her the silent treatment and she still put herself between him and a rampaging highblood--even though he's done nothing, nothing at all to earn it. He did throw her aside and once upon a time he thought that maybe they'd be matesprits. What kind of person does that to the person they profess pity, even if that person murders their moirail?

He's such a shitbag. He doesn't deserve her, has never deserved her, not her friendship, not...

Not anything.

He feels the pain, can hear himself scream, but that doesn't matter now, nothing matters except that Terezi Pyrope sacrified her ass for him and he'll never ever deserve it.

"If you hurt her," he hisses at the Initiate, knowing how ridiculous he sounds and not caring anymore, "if you hurt her to get to me, I'll make you fucking sorry. I don't know how I'll do it but I will, I fucking will, I'll find a way, I will, I will. Now cull my sorry ass and get it over with."

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Re: Be very very quiet, I'm hunting Karkabbits (For Karkat and Terezi)

we probably shouldn't get too far into this before terezi's fail intervene, but...

gotcha :3 [the violence don't get better from here folks]

possibly after this tag or your next? the scream will help her locate him

Go go Rezi rangers~

ultimate betrayal!!!!!!!

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