I don't own Homestuck. Hussie does.
Two shady shadows stir in a dusk room. Sounds of heavy rain hit against a foggy glass window that's shut tight, well hidden behind drab curtains. A tall shade drops a smaller one onto a couch with a creak. Staring forward, not for a second is eye contact made between the two. The smaller man could not struggle, as he was bound with a rope, hands behind his back. All he could do was throw curses and threats to the other.
"Fuck. Fuck!" Words echoed through the dim lit room. "I swear, when I'm free from all this bullshit, I'll make sure to throw you down the stairs, so you break each and every bone in your worthless fucking body!" These threats meant nothing to the other male, and they both knew it.
"I'll make sure that happens! Fuck you!" The restrained male hissed through clenched teeth, sending death glares to his assaulter. But no answer followed, not even a slight nod. "Motherfucker."
The taller male slumped into a chair located across the room, which was just as worn out as the couch. The man sighed deeply and reached into his jeans pockets to pull out his phone. Unlocking it, he quickly pressed in a number and dialed it, pressing the phone to his pierced ear.
After a while a deep voice was heard emerging from the phone. "Dirk." It almost growled, but with excitement. "I assume you're done?" The man nodded to himself and answered back simply. "Yeah." The voice was more than pleased to receive these news. "Excellent work. But how do I know it's the real deal?"
Upon hearing this, Dirk stood up, and walked over to the struggling man on the couch. The victim froze up, fearing what might follow. With a swift movement, the attacker pulled off the man's shades, revealing blood red orbs staring back at his triangular shades. "He has the eyes." Dirk said to the phone, and tossed the shades back, not caring where they land.
"Perfect. It wasn't that hard was it? You've done well my child." The voice rambled on, and Dirk stood tall, gazing at the floor.
Is it finally over?
He inhaled slowly, and interrupted the rambling voice. "Where's the money?" Dirk was dead serious, but it din't seem that the other party was. He was met with a dirty laugh which caused his face to cringe. Two simple words broke the man's calm composure.
"What money?" These words rang through the phone, followed by a vicious laughter.
"What? You gotta be shitting me!" Dirk clenched his fists, and red eyes followed each and every movement they made. "You dicks promised me money if I smuggle this damn kid to you!" After the outburst, he tried to calm himself.
Slowly, the obnoxious laughing ceased. "What made you think that I had the money to begin with, boy?" The voice smirked. "Didn't you ever stop to think if I was just using you?" It mocked Dirk. "And that you were blindly following my absolute orders?"
"Absolute my ass!" Dirk snapped. "You think you're so clover, huh?" He pointed his finger forward at nothing in particular. "Don't you realize I still have the hostage?"
But the voice just giggled madly. "What makes you think you have the hostage?" This statement threw Dirk off his tracks. "What if I have this room you're supposed to stay in under a lock down? Ever thought about that?"
"Fuck!" Dirk hissed quietly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He hung up and threw his phone back in the back pocket of his jeans. He paced around the room, cursing and searching for any cameras. Red eyes followed him nervously. "Shit!" Dirk ran a sweaty hand through his golden locks, and ran to see if the door was locked.
What?
Surprisingly it was still open, and there were no cameras present.
Was he bluffing?
The blonde ran out of the room, dashing down a long corridor leading to stairs. "Hey, HEY!" The bound man called out to him, struggling to free his hands. In these attempts, he wiggled out of the couch and fell hard on the floor. "HEY! FUCKER UNTIE ME!"
Dirk was about slide down the stairs, when two figures blocked his path. He cursed under his breath and stared down the two men. Both were scrawny looking, messy black hair and dark bags under tired, gray eyes. What differed between the two were their heights and symbols they showed off on their shirts. Not many are familiar with them, but a smart person will know that they're zodiacs. If Dirk was right, one was Capricorn accompanied by Cancer.
Shit, they're onto me!
The two males pulled out knives that they've kept hidden, and charged at Dirk. The blonde dashed back to the room, slammed the door and barricaded the door with the chair he's been sitting on.
"What the fuck are you doing? Were you planning to sell me off?" The man on the floor struggled to pick his bound body up off the floor. Dirk scanned the room, ignoring the victim, and stopping his gaze at the window. He pulled the curtains to sides, to reveal a run down city, illuminated by several neon signs in the distance. Looking down the three story building, he tried to calculate the chances of survival if forced to escape through it.
Fuck, they do this in movies all the time, so it must be possible! Shit!
Not given much time to ponder, he was pulled out of his mind by banging at the door. Both males shot their attention to it, and began panicking. "Fuck, I don't want to die yet!" The red eyed man continued to struggle, crawling away from the doors.
Here goes nothing...
Dirk pulled out a small, dull pocket knife and cut the rope that was restraining the man's hands. But before he could break free from the strong grip, Dirk cuffed both of their hands together with hand cuffs provided by his 'boss'.
"Dude, what the fuck? No!" The man continued to show resistance, but Dirk has had enough of it, so he snapped for the second time today. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! Follow me if you want to save your sorry ass!" With that warning, he tugged the man to the window and shoved him into it forcibly, causing the glass to break and shatter everywhere.
Just as the two zodiacs burst through the door, Dirk jumped out the window, pulling the hostage with him. They both landed roughly and hurt with loud screams.
Capricorn was about to jump out after the two, but he was stopped by his pal's hand pulling him backwards. "Gamzee you retarded fuck, what in the grubs name do you think you're doing." Cancer pulled Gamzee from the window and back out the door. "We stand more chance going after them the long way!"
"Whatever you say, best friend." Gamzee smiled at his accomplice who scowled back.
"Shut up."
Dirk grabbed his knees and in doing so, he jerked the cuffed man's hands off of his head, revealing blood. "Shit man." They both growled, but Dirk managed to pull them both up on their feet. "Move! Let's get out of here!" The blonde began to limp in alleyways, watching as the red eyed man staggered behind him, clenching one hand to his head. He watched as blood seeped from between his bony fingers.
Shit. This could not get any worse!
Just as Dirk thought this, running footsteps were heard chasing after them. It were the zodiacs.
Both men began to topple faster. "Fuck! Think Dirk, think!" He searched all around them for a good hiding spot.
"They went that way! I know it KK!" Gamzee called out, and indeed pointed in the direction the two males fled in. His accomplice nodded. "Then fucking go get those fuckers!" Karkat ordered his ally harshly, but the orders were followed through. The two Zodiacs dashed down and into the dark alley, scanning for the two bailed men.
They continued to run down until they were no longer in sight. The surroundings quieted, and only noises of far away car sirens could be heard. At that moment Dirk emerged outside from a dumpster with the man still cuffed by his side, gasping for air. They both panted and heaved, and brushed away any rubbish that was on them. Checking if everything was clear, Dirk nodded to himself, and began to climb out of the dumpster.
As his feet met the concrete, he hissed at the pain in his feet. The harsh landing took a toll on him. But not as much as the other man who was now laying on the floor, grunting in pain. "Fuck man." He repeated quietly, but loud enough for Dirk to make out the muttering noises.
The blonde sighed, and slumped back at the dumpster, slowly sliding down until he was sat on the street, next to the cuffed man. They both caught their breaths, before the hostage broke the ice. "Are you going to let me go?" He questioned, looking Dirk's way, who was facing opposite of him.
"Nah." He answered simply, and rested his head on his trembling knees. "Great!" The red eyed man threw his hands in the air to better convey his feelings. "Just great!"
"Fuck, what am I going to do?" Dirk muttered to himself. "I'm stuck with a fucking kid as a hostage, being followed by crazy fuckers who probably want me dead." He clenched his fists and slammed them on the dumpster they were leaning on. Sounds of hard metal echoed through the alley, causing a stray cat to hiss and flee.
"That hostage has a name, you know." The man spoke up, and for the first time, Dirk faced him properly.
"My name's Dave."