AN: This is just a (very!) little ficlet I thought up right after watching the EOA5. Well, after my brain (and I myself) stopped screaming, that is.
Disclaimer: Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie.
The chartreuse glow of the lunar domain faded from his view as Slick concentrated on the woman before him, a white pistol gripped tightly in his clammy right hand. His left arm ached and his right eye burned as he stared into her calm, taunting gaze.
Burning even hotter than his scarred optic was his hatred. And aching ever more than his severed limb was his heart. She had always been an excellent partner. Even after all these years, her contempt for him still held strong. It would hurt to see her go. But his hatred was just too far beyond any relationship, even one as dark as theirs.
It wasn't as though he had any choice in the matter, anyway.
He knew very well what would happen if he killed her. He was reminded of it every time they met, his fingers itching to grab for a knife, a gun, anything he could use to finally put their malignant dance to an end. He felt that itch now, clenching his fingers around the pistol's handle as hard as he dared. Before, he had always known better.
Now, it didn't matter.
Anything he'd ever had in this world, he'd lost.
He had nothing left to live for.
"What are you waiting for?"
Well.
Almost nothing.
"Draw, Spades."
There was one thing left.
Slick raised the ivory pistol until it was level with her chest.
And then he pulled the trigger, finally completing the last task that bound him to this life.
AN: Well, as short and pointless as this was, I hope you all enjoyed.
~Gir Crazy ;3