What if the grand highblood wasn't a cruel dickhead who murders for fun, but rather extremely childish and just not knowing that he's killing these people? What if he met his descendant?
Gamzee stared at the huge spacecraft that had just landed a few hundred meters away from where he stood. Around him stood hundreds of other young trolls, waiting to be guided into the spacecraft and taken away from Alternia. This was the day all them had waited for, the day when they would finally be acknowledged as adults, the day they would start their training and maybe, just maybe if they were lucky, encounter their ancestors.
The young Capricorn troll sighed and looked around, trying to catch sight of anyone he knew. He could see Equius standing not too far away and shot him a lazy smile. He didn't get a smile back, not that he'd expected one.
After almost five minutes of completely silence a few adult trolls finally emerged from the spacecraft, looking towards the young adults and big teenagers standing not too far away from them. One was a large, buff oliveblood with horns that curled to the back of his neck, the tips crossing each other at the back of his head. Another was a small, stick thin seadweller with horns that went up and to the sides in two sharp curves.
The children shifted anxiously, waiting for some kind of orders or guidelines from the grown ups. After another three minutes a small troll ran out of the spacecraft and whispered something to the seadweller who frowned. She straightened up immediately after walking towards the group of young trolls, hands clasped behind her back and fins flared.
"Alright, all of you shitfaced, naive little maggots, get in line according to blood color with the oldest in the front and the youngest in the back! Now, move move move!" She yelled, glaring as the cluster of confused younglings as they scrambled in and out between each other to follow her command.
Gamzee found himself standing in line with no more than ten other indigobloods, standing almost at the front. He looked around a little bit, checking out his new crew mates. Suddenly he was being pushed forward but the trolls behind him, one of them scratching the back of his neck which drew a soft growl from him.
He followed the line though, walking forward until he came to stand in front of a brownblood with a notepad. "Name, age and symbol?" The brownblood asked, not looking up from the notepad. Gamzee just stared for a little while before getting his thoughts together enough to actually answer. "Gamzee Makara, 8 and a half sweeps and Capricorn." The brownblood looked up and pointed off to the side.
"Go over there, the captain will come get you in a few moments. There's someone who would like to meet you.." He said softly, pushing the young Capricorn troll out of the way when he just stared vacantly at him. Gamzee nearly lost his balance but did as told, looking up when the seadweller from earlier walked over to him, her upper lip curling slightly with disgust. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before composing herself and turning her eyes to the other troll.
"This way, maggot." She said and started walking towards on of the spacecrafts many openings, not looking back to check if Gamzee was following. Luckily he did, his curiosity getting the best of him. He looked around the long corridors he was being led down, staring at the increasing amount of colorful splatters on the walls as the got closer to their destination.
He nearly bumped into the captain when she stopped in front of one of the doors, taking a deep breath before entering. The stench of blood that welled from the room was almost unbearable, so strong it was practically tangible.
In the corner of the room was a large troll, huddled into the corner with a pretty fresh carcass next to him. Now and then he would dip his hand in the slowly drying puddle of blood beneath the dead troll, a beautiful, vibrant blue.
Gamzee took in the sight of this adult, recognizing the shape of his horns as something pretty much like his own. He could barely see the other for the large mass of matted hair that covered his back, large chunks of it sticking together and stained in almost every possible color. The young troll took a step into the room, bristling when the seadweller left immeadiately after, slamming the door and alerting the large adult in corner to his presence.
The two just blinked at each other for a few seconds before the larger pounced his descendant.
Haha, cliffhanger... But please, tell me what you think about it.
arual14 signing off~