Author's note: Ah, Party Hard; where Hotline Miami meets Hitman in terms of gameplay.
I know I haven't played it, but I've watched a longplay of this game and the cutscenes were what intrigued me the most. Of course, when it was revealed that Darius and West were the same Party Hard Killer (which is considered to be a popular theory among players) that blew me away. Honestly, I was expecting some sort of more-than-partners vibe going on with the Killer and Katie, but since the Killer and Katie are father and daughter, that nearly made me want to vomit.
So yeah, I decided to write this fanfic that serves as a what-if scenario, and that what-if is this: What if Darius and West weren't the same Party Hard Killer? What if Darius and West were two different people; West being a cop, and Darius being the Party Hard Killer himself? And that there was more than meets the eye in Darius's relationship with Katie, who became his apprentice?
It's also set through her point of view. Also, be wary that there's gonna be swearing, implied (and sometimes explicit) violence, and some...well, let's just say the last one involves a certain kind of tension.
Not to mention that I wrote this while listening to New Order's 'Bizarre Love Triangle', which a song from the game soundtrack, known as 'My Future Broken Heart', is eerily similar to.
Hell, come to think of it, I haven't written a new fanfic in a month, so I hope this was worth it. ^_^
Also, I don't own anything or anyone from Party Hard.
UPDATE: Bonus chapter set through Darius's point of view now added.
Getting Away With It All
A Party Hard Fanfic
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My father was nothing but the biggest asshole in the whole world.
He was so hellbent on making sure I wouldn't go out every night, but deep down inside, I was always a bit of a party girl. I loved going to parties and hanging out and socializing with my friends. But my father would always chastise me whenever I came back, and even complained as to how I smelled like wine.
Sure, he's a police officer, but he was so goddamn controlling of my life: He wants me to remain 'chaste' until I marry (though I spent my first time with a cute guy I was crushing on), and he even wants me to stay away from drugs (he also didn't want me drinking alcohol, which is ironic because I always had a few glasses of wine, but I never got that tipsy).
I just don't care, Dad. I just want to have fun, okay?
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One night, I decided to sneak out of the house while my father was investigating some random murder. When I read the invitation, I discovered that it was a party being held by some of the students from my college. I was simply anxious, and as I got into my car, I sped out and headed for my destination.
When I got there, I was excited, pumped even, and was ready to dance the night away.
That is, until a strange man donning a white mask, snuck into the party. He killed and killed, until he found me. I was about to take a leak when he stormed in and was about to slice my neck open.
"Don't kill me!" I cried. "I can help you...please...? I just want to get away from my jerkass dad...I just want to be...like you." I added, as I looked up to him with a pleading expression.
This prompted him to lower his knife, and tilted his head to the side, before he shrugged and said, "Only on one condition."
"What is that?" I asked.
Taking my hand, he brought me to a woman who somewhat resembled me. He gave me the knife, and though I was reluctant at first, I proceeded to slit her throat open, and brought her dying body back to the bathroom.
Once I gave him back the knife, he ordered me to exit the building, and hide and wait until he was done. When he was finally finished, he found me in one of the bushes, and as he escaped, I got in my car and followed him.
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I was able to find him hitching a ride with several bikers, and I followed them, leading to a ranch where the bikers were getting ready to throw a huge party with the sluttiest of whores and the most old school of rock music. I simply stayed in the car and watched, until he was finished with them all.
With enough gas for my car, I followed him as he took a bus to Las Vegas, where his killing continued at a casino. And at the rooftop party, he told me to stay on the roof on a nearby building, and I watched with binoculars as he murdered everyone there.
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And for months and months, our notoriety began to get noticed by the public, and I couldn't help but admire as to how much a professional he was. Somehow...I wanted to be just like him. Like an apprentice, perhaps?
Every night, we drink, steal money so that I could use it to get gas for my car, and gloat about his 'accomplishments' and what not, and for some reason, I couldn't help but notice how bizarrely attractive he was without the mask on, with his dark, menacing eyes and short dark brown hair. And then it hit me: I forgot to introduce myself.
Which was perfect timing when he asked, "Do you have a name?"
I took a small breath, before replying, "My name's Katie. What's yours?"
"It's Darius." he replied.
"Darius...it's a handsome name." I said before clearing my throat.
"Did you say my name is handsome?" he asked.
"...Maybe." I simply replied.
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One night, though, after picking up a flyer from some random guy or gal off the streets, Darius nearly got run over by a guy in a brown car. He threw down the flyer and said that he needed a ride to a boat party.
I listened in on the very brief conversation, and as Darius got into the car, I followed its lead. It was there that we went our separate ways...for now.
And as he arrived at Miami, with the boat sinking, he watched from a distance, before I found him. Getting out of my car, I walked over to him and decided to strike up a conversation.
"Hey, Darius." I began.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I...want to crash a party myself. I want to kill as much as you. Because as I watched you go through every party and killing every innocent party-goer there, I had admired everything that you done. In other words, I want to learn the basics." I finally replied.
He looked over at me, and raised an eyebrow. "Surely you jest." he said.
"I'm not joking." I said, and stared straight at him in the eye as I continued, "Please...let me do just one party."
It was at that same party in Miami, that I not only felt a surge of confidence in me, but I was beginning to develop something else. I'm pretty sure you can guess what it is.
It's called 'sexual tension'.
Nevertheless, I ignored this kind of tension after I exited my car, and headed for the party.
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With Darius's knife, I stabbed my way through the crowd, making sure no one was left behind. Not even the band that was doing a cover rendition of 'Bizarre Love Triangle', though I did spare the singer.
I even kicked at a few people trying to get up, choosing to smash their heads in with the heel of my shoes. As I relished in the blood all around me, I felt as if I was all fired up; not just because I had been dreaming of becoming a madwoman.
I returned to the car, and as I started it up, Darius showed up from the back of the vehicle, and sat in the passenger's seat next to me. As we decided to move on to our next destination, I glanced at him a few times, before I immediately stop the car.
Removing my seat-belt, I pulled him in for a very passionate kiss, adding a little tongue into the mix. Surprisingly, he complied, and we made out for a brief period of time before we chose to take a detour. The detour in question was a secluded beach, and once we parked outside, I got out immediately, with him following suit.
He then pressed me against the side of the car as he kissed me again, which was proof that the sexual tension between us reached a boiling point. There was clearly no going back, and as he scooped me in his arms, he escorted me to the beach.
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What happened next was...oh, fuck, yes.
We had pulled each other's clothes off, as well as our underwear, so that we were left bare naked. I really didn't care if someone would see us, and I just wanted to savor this moment. I also noticed how somewhat athletic he looked, with a noticeable amount of muscle on him, but I hardly had time to eat the eye candy before he pressed me against the ground.
My bare skin against the dry sand, I felt my head tilt from side to side as Darius's lips pressed against mine, before lowering down to my neck, my cleavage, my breasts, my navel and finally my inner thighs. I was able to remind him that I wasn't a virgin, and that got him nodding his approval.
He finally feasted upon me, and I never knew that he would be this gentle. I mean, he was cruel and ruthless towards everyone else around him, but it seemed that he had developed a special connection between me and him. It wasn't long before he found that I was now soaking wet from the foreplay he bestowed upon me.
Darius smiled...a genuine smile as he rose to face me, and brought one of my hands over to his arousal, which was increasingly hard, and he whispered in my ear, "Katie...I want you."
I nodded and replied, "I want you too, Darius."
It wasn't love, but rather lust. Or a combination of both. Either way, I just sealed my fate.
He flipped us over so that I was on top, and as I lower myself onto him, I was not only mesmerized at how big he felt inside of me, but how complete I...no we...felt overall. As I ride him with fervor, I noticed him looking up at me with a glint of lust in his eyes, running his hands across my waist and my breasts as he admired the view above him: the moonlit sky, the waves of the beach, and my flushed, slick body atop of him.
I lower down to kiss him, allowing him to wrap his arms around me as he deepened it with his tongue, allowing my tongue to duel with his in a wanton battle. His hands dug into my hair as he decided to flip us over, so that he was on top this time around.
I run my fingers into his back, holding onto him as he thrust faster and harder into me, the initial gentleness wearing off. My moans were sweet music to his ears, much more so than the blaring music that accompanied every party and the massacres that followed.
Once again, my lips collided with Darius's in another passion-filled kiss, before he reached the side of my neck, wanting to leave a mark. However, just one mark wasn't enough, as he left a few more on the top portion of my breasts, before briefly biting and sucking a nipple.
I throw my head back, and felt as though I was seeing stars, before he clenched his teeth as he met his release. Letting out a few gasps and moans of unbridled ecstasy, I followed suit, experiencing a little 'le petite morte'. He collapsed on top of me, before laying on his side and proceeding to hug me.
I reveled in his body heat, hearing his heart beat as our orgasms came and went. Compared to all the other boys I had a few 'experiences' with, I thought that he was some kind of sex god.
Unfortunately, as amazing as the moment was, we had to clean up, get dressed and return to the car. As we resumed driving, I knew to myself that I was more than his apprentice...I was now his lover.
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Along the way, we came across a bus, where it was sitting nicely outside of a condo. It read 'Party Bus'; how ironic. And to think, there were so many people in there, Darius just had to get in there. He was able to find the driver, and sliced him to pieces, and proceeded to decorate the bus with his own blood.
When he got in the bus, he did exactly the same thing I did back in Miami: kill everyone. And we resumed our travels, but it wasn't until the day my dad...that no good son of a bitch of a dad...found us. Apparently Darius and I were about to engage in a little hanky panky (I guess killing people at parties really does excite you in a sort of crazy way) when he found us. My father even questioned me, saying I resembled his daughter (that's me, isn't it obvious?), but I just backed away from him.
He was even about to shoot Darius when he realized...he would rather arrest him and take him to the police. Once he was in the police car, I had to think of a way to free him, and thus I got in my car, and flash the car-lights, trying to blind my dad. Once I succeeded, this got him to notice quickly, and kick one of the back doors out, before jumping out of the vehicle.
The car then crashed into a tree, but my father was able to get out quickly before he found himself crushed to death. As he looked around, he knew he was the only one present in the forest, and had to find his way back out into the streets, so that he could pick up some random officers and get him to find Darius.
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As I found myself separated from from Darius a second time, I was trying to figure out where the hell he went. He would seclude himself within the forest, where the next massacre took place. He ended up covering himself with blood and pretended he was dead, pretended he was one of the victims.
When a hospital van found him, they loaded him up and hooked him up with drugs. Yet these drugs would do more harm than good, and it wasn't long before he slayed the people inside the truck with him. After everything became doused in blood, he escaped the van.
It was there that he began to experience with medicinal drugs, which drove him crazy. In fact, he became so crazy that the killings became more cruel and more frenzied. This became evident during a pool party on a rooftop building. With police trying to track him down, as well as followers who admired him, he became more infamous in the news. He even 'crashed' a Halloween party, as well.
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On the other hand, when I discovered that I had run out of gas, and with little to no money, I had to think of a way to find a new car. As I walked towards an empty street, I found a rather classy-looking violet car, which belonged to a driver, whom I was able to stab in the back with an ice pick I 'acquired', before taking her car.
As I drove on to find him, Darius 'invaded' a campus party, and even found out that some of the 'party hard-ers' were having a party of their own, which finally got my dad back on track; he found out his name thanks to some research. At the same time, I picked up a bottle of poison and some whiskey, where I began to combine the two liquids together. It would be considered a big surprise for my father when he gets his hands on the stuff.
Once Darius was through with everyone in the building, the police caught him, and arrested him on the spot. He was about to be questioned, when the police, excluding my dad, found themselves getting slain by an unknown assailant, though one officer was able to deliver some whiskey - 'tainted' whiskey - to my dad, before he was done in. Thus, it was my father that was being questioned instead of Darius, as Darius was getting him to explain his side of the story.
When they finally reached the conclusion, they could hear sounds of my high heels, as the assailant - myself - overheard the conversation.
"Come on, John...sooner or later you're going to have to admit it yourself. You enjoy the rush as much as I do...the splatter...the silence..."
It was Darius's voice, as he was cupping at my father's stubbled chin, who had a rather horrified look on his face.
"I just...I mean, do they really all deserve this?" he asked.
"John, look around you; the world is falling to shit. These people, they don't realize how good they've got it. We're doing them all a favor."
I slowly open the door, and I noticed he had his mask off, and staring straight at my dad in the eye.
"But I-"
"John, you've spent the last half hour sat here trying to convince yourself that what we're doing is wrong. What have you learned?"
"I...someone needs to be thinking about the bigger picture, I guess."
I slowly walk up behind my father, glancing briefly at Darius, who was almost tenderly stroking his cheek.
"There you go, John, you get it now. Let it go."
It seemed that Darius was persuading him to be a murderer just like him...but it was clearly all a ruse as I grab hold of my dad's head...
...and smashed him against the table, prompting blood to pour out of his nose, and throwing him to the ground. Of course, what he didn't realize was he was drinking poisoned whiskey, and that death would come to his door soon.
I then look over at Darius, who was surprised but pleased as to how I came back for him, and I walk over to him and help him out of his seat. We then shared an unusually gentle kiss, before I said this:
"Come on, Darius. Let's go home."
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We left the station hand in hand, and got into my 'new' car. Once it was on, we drove to our latest destination: a rundown building that used to be the place where I went to party, before I met Darius. Now the party-goers there were clearly thrill-seekers, or probably runaways.
He looked over at me and smiled, before putting on his mask. I nodded his approval: it was gonna be another long night for us...
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There you have it!
Oh, and if there's anything in this fic that confuses you (the conversation at the end, perhaps?), I'll figure out a way to fix it and make it more plausible (I think). With that said, adios for now!
With love for my fans,
Chrissy