Karkat Vantas (
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to die by your side [CLOSED]
Who| Karkat, Signless, Hyperion [CLOSED]
What| Karkat and Signless die. Signless finds out something about Karkat while this is happening.
Where| Main Street USA
When| Week Seven
Warnings/Notes| double murder, hells of blood
Unfortunately, Signless' shoulder wound isn't getting better.
Karkat had ended up leaving Cuthbert to work on the trap on his own while he took Signless back to the hide-out so that he could sleep and Karkat could at least rest a little. That way they could switch off when Cuthbert was ready to rest, since evidently these human aliens were diurnal. So now here he is, leaning against one of the sales racks, trying to keep an ear out for intruders.
What| Karkat and Signless die. Signless finds out something about Karkat while this is happening.
Where| Main Street USA
When| Week Seven
Warnings/Notes| double murder, hells of blood
Unfortunately, Signless' shoulder wound isn't getting better.
Karkat had ended up leaving Cuthbert to work on the trap on his own while he took Signless back to the hide-out so that he could sleep and Karkat could at least rest a little. That way they could switch off when Cuthbert was ready to rest, since evidently these human aliens were diurnal. So now here he is, leaning against one of the sales racks, trying to keep an ear out for intruders.
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But now he has to stop. That's what he tells himself, looking for supplies, looking for a means to rest and recharge. He's still human - though the implants in his arms and eyes and the virus have made him something more repulsive than that - he is still mortal. It's time to focus on that, he thinks. His own mortality, instead of someone else's.
How wrong he is.
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The first thing he does is grab hold of Signless and shake him. "Wake up, dipshit," he whispers. "Someone's here."
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"...What?"
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He inhales. With an exhale, he turns around.
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Feeling like the biggest pervert ever--but not sure how else to convey the need for Signless to fucking shut up and lie still--Karkat paps Signless' face softly to make him look at him, and then places a finger in front of his mouth.
"Shooooooooosh," he shooshes very, very quietly.
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He does sit up though, as quietly as he can, until he can see their guest. Hopefully this one isn't murderous.
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He hears another sound, from the distance. A loud pop, probably debris collapsing into itself, with no one around to witness the destruction, making him look with a wild alertness in his eyes. The sound calms him down, however, and after another moment, Hyperion returns to what he was doing before.
(If there's someone here, he'll find them. Or they'll find him. It doesn't matter.)
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If he didn't see them, that means Karkat still has time to pick him off before he has a chance to see them. Slowly, carefully, Karkat picks up his make-shift garrote from where it had been lying next to him and rises to his feet, taking his first quiet steps in the intruder's direction.
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all I ask is that his demise be bloody
Fuck.
Oh shit, oh fuck. Oh shit, oh fuck. The intruder's seen Karkat. And Karkat doesn't have his sickles, doesn't even have a knife or a club or anything besides his garrote and while that had been working perfectly fine for quiet assassination it's absolute shit in a face to face.
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Doesn't this one look unique. He doesn't care. He's killed an alien before; the unusual didn't make him curious enough to spare a life before, it should be no different now.
"Hi."
Hyperion shows him his teeth. It could be a smile.
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He wishes, suddenly, that he'd told Signless he wasn't alone, that Karkat had the same mutant blood that he did.
It doesn't matter.
Signless will know anyway, very soon.
Just getting a response in here, then you two can keep back and forthing until Karkat's dead
He tries to say 'Stop!' or 'Don't!' but no sound comes out at all.
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"You could say hello back." Idle talk. Hyperion prefers the sound of his own voice, anyway. "Were you trying to kill me?"
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Karkat doesn't think this guy deals in clean death.
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They need to stop grouping together. It's a very bad idea.
"That was a big mistake, buddy." His lips stretch to show teeth, neither a grin nor fully a grimace, pulling back the knife to drive it into the stomach, pushing and twisting, his face close to the creature's, almost capable of picking up his scent. It's never a pleasant one. Hyperion can't say his is much better - there's so much blood on him already.
(It's neither a grin nor a grimace. It's just teeth.)
The knife pulls out and slits the feeble throat. The other inevitable death would have been slow. This is quick. Effective. Clean at first, a mess shortly after.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your friend?"
Silence is starting to set it. But he doesn't mean Karkat - he's waiting for an answer.
Hyperion is looking straight at where Signless should be.
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He takes a deep breath. There's no way he's not going to die; really it's a miracle he made it this long. So it's probably better if he dies not cowering the back of an abandoned shop, isn't it?
Hyperion will probably notice the resemblance between this alien and the one he just killed. Same messy hair. There's a crust of dried blood on his shoulder and he sways a little as he walks.
"You didn't have to kill him," he says, and there's a clear note of anger in his voice.
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That's the truth, but Hyperion would gladly have taken his life, with or without his initial intention to attack him first. Hyperion gets on his knees, then on his feet, knife by his side. He wipes the blood on his clothes.
"Sorry you had to see that."