Okay well I guess this is my first Homestuck Fanfiction. They'll be quite alot of them so they won't be very long. Probaly like this size, about a size of a prologue. Bye.
The sound of metal clattering against the ground making a soft 'pang' ride through the calm breeze that drove past making the light headed boy with black shades hair fly strands screaming to break free as it seemed it was there only last hope. The sword was easily past by drowsy feet that couldn't think at that moment like its attachment. The world wanted to scream, it wanted to breathe, but everything had to stop at that moment, no matter how you looked at it you just couldn't help but hold your breath. Then the Earth's eyes blazing with so many colours watched as the soft trickle of fluid slid down the young boys cheek. The soft tear that seemed so important yet so delicate flew of of his cheek and dropped on to the floor becoming once more one with the Earth.
Dave sunk to his knees in front of the fallen body that was in front of him. He couldn't describe how he felt, how could he? All this time he believed that he was stronger. He didn't care as the shades his friend had given him falling to the floor and almost shattering against the vibration and making an annoying sound as it calmed down.
An all familiar katana stood tall. How disgusting. The long swift sword was deeply embedded in to the strong chest of a man that was so good, and so precious that the young boy could not stand watching the smooth dark red blood drop from his fingers. Murdered by his own sword a long gash had opened blood still slowly trying to escape. Dave was knelt by his brother. That Jack had killed.
This was no time for revenge still and as Dave wept in to his long hands the tears did not stop they fell and dissolved in to his wet lap. Just the tears, no noise. Just the calm breeze that made the trees rattle. But the tears didn't stop coming. Dave had been taught to be strong and crying was not an option to him.
Thoughts started to rise through Dave's mind, thoughts he couldn't control racing through and sitting laughing and cackling, taunting him, bribing him. The young boy blamed himself, he screamed it, he scratched and hit and cussed himself so many times.
The tears still came
He tug and tore and screamed.
The tears still came.
Dave couldn't take it any more the voices had come back from all his adventures, the voices that tormented him, he screamed and wrote something on the ground tears flowing down his cheeks freely. In blood. In his bro's blood.
"My bro was a hero...
John is a hero...
Karkat is a hero...
I am not..."
A soft warm comforting hand placed on Dave's shoulder making him freeze and for his crimson eyes to widen.
"Dave...Remember the good days?" a soft deep warm voice flew to his ears. "When you always hassled me for sword techniques? When we both spent hours on the xbox and on the laptop." It carried on. "It was so nice having someone else there, I never realized that I was so...Lonely you could say, I was so eager to share my knowledge." A happy grunt was heard, "Seems sad that it was all ended by some stupid store."
Dave slowly looked up...And there he was, his bro, as white as a ghost. A smile appeared.
"Dave..." he said crouching down. He wiped a tear of his face. "Its okay to cry. I'll tell you what. When I leave, look at what you had just wrote." Dave nodded slowly keeping his mouth shut as he stared carefully at his brother.
The hand was put back on his shoulder,
"I don't blame you." And then the image dissapeared.
Dave's eyes cast over the ground. And there it was in red blood.
'Hello Dave'
TG: Hi bro
