Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck
An Uneventful Game of Life
Prologue
Thirty Three Days to the Fated Day
Bang, bang, bang!
It always began the same way.
The experience could be explained no other way then someone trying to go forward on rewind.
The same things would happen at the exact same time, no matter how many attempts she would try to change this fate- Always the same.
The young woman would throw her artillery to the side and dash forward with a gasp- completely forgetting about the enemy she would have to pass to get there… Though she already knew he would do nothing- as always.
The tall figure would simply sidestep to avoid her, hat brim covering his face… Though it never actually mattered, seeing as this young lady would never remember a name nor face of anyone in this delusion made by the mind.
She would kneel carefully beside the fallen figure. Rounded, circular holes of about three or four would be riddled into his chest whilst one was off, possibly in the shoulder- but it truly made no difference.
She had shot him.
She shot him again, again and again.
It happened every time. The gun would be pointed at the attacker, only to suddenly be focused onto another after the original target revealed their presence…Or were they always there since the very beginning of this tormenting illusion?
The question could possibly be given an answer- if only she had looked around carefully first. But alas, it would never seem so, as if this delusional mess found joy in leaving options unattainable.
As always, the other would always look calm, as if they had expected it… As if they knew it could not be avoided at all… No matter how hard the woman tried to change the fabric of space to somehow bend to her will and spare the afterlife just one new soul.
The same reaction would then come from the woman, even though she already knew what was to follow.
First, her throat would be blocked with chest raking sobs, hot liquid then slipping from their hiding places at the corners of her eyes. The young woman would then run her fingers through the fallen one's hair, as if to console a child that feared whatever might hide in the darkness of a moonless night.
Orange. A bright, powerful yet hopelessly fragile orange was all she would see; like the dimming crimson-gold rays of the setting sun. Orange was all she would remember of him when the mentally draining torture was over.
Useless babbling of apologizes would then leave her mouth, like incoherent thoughts that were trying to form a sentence, but did not seem of much importance compared to the situation at hand and would try to yell over one other to be heard.
The young woman would then be stopped by fingers cupping her face, the hand of which was shaking weakly.
A calm, rough, yet caring voice would then reassure her of the owner being alright.
A thumb would them brush her cheek, tears being wiped from the woman's poisonous, green liquid pools.
Then it would happen.
Brightly colored orange feathers would fall from out of sight, as if sun-kissed angels were coming to take this seemingly dear person away from her. The young woman would then hold out a pale, shaking hand and let a little piece of heaven float into her fingers.
Then, something different happened.
The original target, the blamed cause of this suffering, pointed a sharp, metallic object into the woman's face and his mouth opened and closed to form the words:
Thirty three days.
Author's Note:
Hi~ so I was recently introduced to the Homestuck fandom and I needed to do a little bit to contribute to it!
I really can't give a set date when this will be updated, when I have the time, I'll work on it.
Simple as that.
Anyways, now that I've started this, there's no turning back!
Wish me luck and a few words of advice~