AN: whoops. i really should focus on the twewy fic... anyway. this is based off an msparp chat. i had a bit too much fun tormenting the john. homestuck and all its characters belong to hussie. also, if you can think of a better summary, please tell me it.
You open your eyes, and groan. The last thing you remember was... being kicked by Jade. Bugger. You look around.
"Where... am I?" you murmured to yourself. It was pitch black. You decide to get your phone out to use as a torch. Before you can start looking around anywhere, you notice pesterchum was flashing. You open it.
- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] -
TG: egbert
TG: dude
TG: john
TG: where are you
TG: come on
TG: answer
TG: ill start singing
TG: really
TG: you ready for this
TG: im taking a big breath
EB: dave!
TG: thank god egbert
TG: i dont have to sing
TG: where are you
EB: uh... well i don't know
TG: damn
TG: what can you see
EB: not much. just some walls. why?
TG: because no-one know where you are
TG: what colour walls
EB: is everyone worried?
TG: yes theyre worried
EB: and black walls. maybe a dark purple...
TG: cant you tell
EB: it's pitch black in here. i'm kinda scared...
TG: itll be fine dude
EB: you don't understand dave! i'm scared, its dark and i have no clue where i am!
TG: well at least youre not in danger right
As he read that, there's a creaking. Almost like a door opening and shutting.
EB: i don't know dave... i hear noises...
EB: dave there's something here with me...and it's not that far away
TG: itll be fine dude
EB: dave... please come find me...
TG: im trying
John pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped an arm round his legs.
EB: dave...
TG: what
EB: hurry... i think whatever is in here is getting closer
TG: im trying as hard as i can dude
TG: trust me
There's a loud crash off to your left. You jump.
EB: s-shit dave...
TG: itll be fine
EB: i think i'm in derse...
EB: but i'm not sure
TG: we guessed derse from the purple walls
TG: we split up
TG: derse is hella large
You gulp. You can hear the ...thing moving closer to you.
EB: gulps- ok
TG: well find you dude
EB: i hope...
TG: i promise
All of a sudden there's a low growl. You can actually feel their breath on your face.
EB: okay, dave. whatever it is.. it's in front of me...
TG: shiiit
EB: it's pitch black so I can't see it..
TG: stroke its face
EB: i'm not dying today ass
TG: damn
A thought occurs to you, and you feel your eyes widen.
EB: dave. w-what if its Jack Noir?
TG: cant be
TG: hes fighting bec blanc
EB: good
EB: i'm still taking no chances
TG: its not good dude
TG: cause you know who that leaves
EB: what?
EB: who?
He doesn't reply for a minute. You start to get worried.
TG: Lord English
EB: n-no...
You back against the wall, moving yourself away from the figure that's in the room with you.
EB: fuck dave i'm gonna die...
It takes about five minutes for him to reply this time. You really are starting to panic now. Did something happen to him?
TG: we all are
Well that wasn't what you were expecting.
EB: dave...don't you even care! i mean wha-
Your connection cuts out for a second.
TG: why should i
TG: i mean
TG: hes already here
EB: dav-
EB: help me da-
EB: FUCKING HE-
You hate your phone sometimes.
TG: i cant
TG: im sorry
You feel tears running down your cheeks.
EB: why not!
The next thing Dave says doesn't sound like him at all. More like... a robot.
TG: a knight must serve his lord
EB: w-what? dave what are you saying?
TG: hͩ́͊͢͏̲̫̺̫͝ê̵̢̱̼̼̩̦̰̥̤̽ͦͤ̏̃͋̾ͅlͨ̈͊̅̋͞҉͔̬p̅͊̅̓̃̅͛̌͏͎͖̺̬̣ m̥̱̘̱͍̱̱̖̦̝̞̭͔̭͉̮̄̈́̾̿̽̒̄ͦ̂̒̑̕͟e̵̹̩̹͕̻͚̔ͭ̓͌ͧ́̍̿́ ̶̵̧̝̹̥̝̐ͭ̓̔̃̍͛́ͪͩ̎͑̉̽͒ͥeͣͦ͐͂͆̉͌̿̊ͣ͠҉҉͚̰̱͓̜͍̰̞̲̙͖̲̦̲̱̖̭g͋̇ͣ̓͒̈́̽ͩ͋̆̂̇ͭ̚͏̷̞̮͚̝͍͙̪̖̣́͜͞b̢̡̗͕̭̘͎̅̋͌̋̂͜͡͡ę̜̹͇̫̣̠͇̰̱̱̰̣̖͇͙͓̲̊ͣ̈́̿ͬ̈́̂͂̇́̍͊̑̋́̕͜ṟ̴̶̢̡̧̤̪̹̏̍ͦ̓̀̃̅̍̆͋̈́̃t̊͐͒ͤͧ͌ͮ̈́ͩ͏̩̥͖̜͔͇͚̪̲̯̭̰̩̫̲̖̲̯͚͠
What was that? It sounded like someone talking through static...
TG: do you not remeber the feudal system dude
TG: lords have lots of knights
TG: who in turn have pages
TG: basically
TG: j̟͉̰͓̾̐ͭ̓͂̚͝o͓͔̥̱̗̟̥̬͐̔̅͑͜͞h͔̣̞̦̳̫͖̄̆̂̃̎ͧ̓̀̕͢n̨̝̦̻̦̲̫͍͇̓̃̆ ̢̲͈̠̫͈͓̺̾͛͘r̵̡͍̥̤̝̠̖͉̬̈̒̈͆ͣͯ͌̑u̘̽͊͒̆̏̎ͯͬ͝n̴̴͚̼̲̍̓ͨ͌
TG: your shit
TG: is wrecked
Your connection cuts out and you panic. This definitely isn't Dave. There was the static again. A bit clearer this time... The thought is quickly pushed out of your head with worry for Dave. Was he being controlled by the batterwitch? No... You stare at the last few messages. Suddenly, it all clicks in your brain. Dave was a knight. He was being controlled by Lord English. You didn't quite get the comment about pages though... You stand up and start to search for a door. You definitely heard one earlier. You fumble about in the dark for a minute. You hand brushes against... some cloth? Oh shit. You forgot something was in here with you. It slams you against the wall and chuckles. You frown. It sounds familiar...?
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" They say. You gasp in astonishment. You'd recognise that voice anywhere.
"D-dave?" you manage to croak out.
"Jackpot." He drags you out the room, into a brightly lit corridor. His face is blank. Not like his normal poker-face blank, but like he never had emotions, and never will. You can't do much but stare at him. His face switches to a completely different expression.
"R͆ͯ̈́́̒҉̻̗̟͔͚̥̱u̪̙̙̬̾͑͌͐̂͌ͬ̊̈n̡̢͎̝̫̩̺͇͓͋ͦ̂ͮ̄̂͑ͅ,̧͉̣̩̖̦͇̘͗ͨ͟ ̶̙̱͖̞̻̰͔̅̇̈́ͨͩͤ͟͢J͑ͧ̅͏͔̪̯͘o̠̥͚̞̝̪̐̋ͩ̀͆̔̓h͍̙͎̪̠̙̰̐n̶̼͈̦̖͐̓̐ͤ̒́͐͒" Your jaw drops. Dave's fighting against Lord English's control. That's what the static was!You scramble away from him as his face flickers back. He doesn't seem aware that Dave was fighting back. You need to name them so you don't get confused... Lord English's Dave... LED... You snort out loud, and in return get an odd look from Dave, and a punch in the nose. You swear profusely. Dave grabs the base of your godtier hood, and pulls you down the corridor. You struggle.
"Let go of me, Dave!" He swings you into a wall, and pins you up by the shoulders.
"Now why should I do that?" You want to revise your earlier thought. LED apparently can have emotions showing on his face, because at this moment he was grinning creepily. It was a smile worthy of any paedophile. Or a serial killer.
"Because I'm your friend! Your best bro!" His face flickers for a second, then he laughs. You can tell it's still LED at the moment. This was one of the best evil laughs you've ever heard. You had to give him points for that.
"Doesn't matter. You shouldn't be alive. None of us should!" You really don't like this pessimistic Dave. You struggle, trying to get free.
"Dave, please, just let me go!"
"No." His face flickers. "D͚͚̑̔̆̕͟͜o̗̣͚͕͗ͦ̎̂́̾̓ ̲̟̤̝͖̦̹͔͇͑̉ͤ͊͆̃͌̚͢t̶̹̠͇̰̓ͮ̅́h̩͚̰̮̳̟̦͔̏͆̃ͩ̒̊̾ͅę͓̰͔̬̥̝̼ͪ̈́ͦ͡ ̰̄ͨ̈ͮ́͘͟ẇ̹͈͚̱̩̣̞̩̰ͪỉ͍̙̺̤̎͗͋͌͛͜͢ņ̛̱̻͖̬̠̾̒ͩ̐ͪ̅̇̓͢ͅͅd̈́͏̜͓y̛̱̲̠̪̌͗̌ͩ ̺̦͎͉̏͐ͯ̍̃̀t̡͎͕̫͎͎̗̹̼̤̂̇̓͒̎͑ͪ̑ͥh̴̾ͯ͘͜ͅi̷̱̗͖͚̮̐̄ͮ̿̍n̴̬̪͚͖̻̲ͥ͂̐ͦͦͥ͠͡ģ̷̥͙̓͐ͭͧ̄" You wonder why you hadn't thought of that before. You do the windy thing, and disperse into the air for a couple of seconds. You reappear outside. Wow, Derse is really purple. You land, and start to wander around. Almost immediately, a shadow falls on you. You immediately jump into the air, and float about 6 feet away from Dave. It was a good thing too, because now you'd have a sword in your head if you had stayed there. You are freaking out now. You really don't want to fight him. He starts walking towards you, sword nearly touching the floor. You float backwards.
"Stay back, Dave." You have your hands out in front of you, as if it's really going to stop him. His face flickers, and he pauses.
"G͎̥͓̝̾͑ͩͭͧͨe̹͖̻̻̠̓̑͂̋ẗ̳́̍ͨ̈͛̒̓ ̢̖̍̌ͤ̾ͮo̳̮ͩ͛ͨ́̌̏͞u̳̩̳ͫ̔́͆̅̉̚t̘̹͉͉̞̭̮̎̓ͦͭͫ ̧͔̖́̽ͤȯ͓̻̖̈́̐ͧͨf̷̮̺̮̙̗͖͎̓̎̓ ͤ͏̣͉̲h͑͛̅̏̀eͩrͯͣ҉e̮̽͗̊ͫ͐,̼̱̻̯̪̌̿̓͗̑͛͡ ̀͋̅ͣ҉̘̥̦̠͎͓J̷̫̏͒ͮ̉o̤̗̹̞͈͛̋͒ͤḣ̢̬͊͋ͮͥͥn̵͈.ͩ̋͏̪ ͎̣͈̝̹̪̇̕Ẉ͈͎͕̋̂ͭ͟ȧ̴̭̤̣̥̊͆ͯͦr̸̅̂̔͒n̝̣͊ͫ͑ͭ ̹̞̤̎ͣ̒e̢͚͕̥̻̱͛v̗͉̬̂͊̑͌͢e̶͍͙̼̼̮̳̼̾̔̾r̒ͮ͂͘y̑̌̾o̜͉ͮn̾̐e͎̼̥ͮ!̎̒" You shake your head, as you feel tears threaten to fall from your eyes.
"No, Dave. Not without you." He continues forwards again, a sneer on his face.
"You're a sap. A sentimental, idiotic sap. Which is why you're going to die." The words hurt more than you thought they would. He punches you in the nose. Again. That hurt more than the words. You moan in pain, and feel a tear fall down your face. Dave laughs. An actual, honest-to-god laugh.
"I'm happy as I am. A hell of a lot happier than I was before."
"Why are you happy? For hurting your best friend?" you manage to ask shakily. Dave grins and shakes his head.
"I found my purpose."
"To kill me?"
"No. To do as my Lord wills. Will you accept Lord English as your Lord and saviour too?" You almost laugh there. Almost.
"I'll die before I do anything for that prick." The grin on Dave's face seems too wide to be natural.
"That can be arranged." You freeze.
"No. No no no." You see Dave's expression change from the grin, to one of pure terror.
"F̮̠͖̖̯̟͑ͦ̌̈̂̂͌̚U̧̮̦̹ͨ̈́̋͊ͣ̉C̴̩̦̯̟̺͋͛͢K͇̯̻̦̙̫̈̾̾̊ͬͤͥ͑́͘ͅÍ͎̯̻̻̭̥̜̳̳̍ͯ̉ͭ͟N̢̛̙̳̣̗̻̱ͬ̕G̑̅ͬ̆҉̵͔͕̕ ̵ͧͫͩ͋̍ͥ͒͏̸̩̼̝̳̪̩̫R̸̢͕̼͚̥̜̺̒̽ͥ̎̾͂̊̐͘ͅȔ͚̣͙̊̽̋ͫ̄͊͡N̰͈̖̭̙ͩ͆͑͒ͦͭ̈̚ͅ ̛̹̳̤̹̦͈̼̈͆̉͞E̲̣̝͓͍̦̠̱̍̕͢G̗͈͕̋̿̈ͮ͂ͩ̐́B̳̪̻͚͎͇̳̫̜̏̋ͪͣ͌̔̑̌̀͜Ë̡̲̙̝͓̘͍̝̲ͩͬͬ̑ͯͩ̉̓R̷̺͓̙̗̼͆̒͒̍͝T̤͓̎" You do. You fly up and out of Derse. You really didn't want to leave Dave behind, but what was the other option? Fight him? You couldn't do that. Join him? And betray Jade, Rose, Karkat, everyone? No. Die? ...You really didn't want to do that. You might not have come back. A chuckle interrupts your thoughts.
"You forgot, didn't you Egbert? All godtiers can fly." You turn and look behind you. Dave, in his godtier clothes. Fuuuuuuuuck. You speed up. You notice that he doesn't. Once you get a fair distance away, you make a large sphere of air round you. Like a tornado, but harder to get through. And without gaps at the top and bottom. Sometimes, you're glad that you couldn't do much in the three years but practice with the wind. You hear Dave call from outside it.
"How long do you think you can keep that up?"
"As long as it takes!" Well... About a couple more minutes. But that's all you need. You calm yourself down by taking a huge breath through your nose and... Ok, that wasn't the best idea. You take a huge breath, through your mouth this time, yes, good egbert, and manage to calm yourself down slightly. You get rid of the sphere, and blast Dave with the full force of the wind. He crashes through the roof of the place you started out in. You wince slightly in sympathy, then fly closer. You must have knocked him out for a few seconds, because he's only just getting up. You stop, hovering a good half a mile above his head.
"That wasn't nice. Hurting your best bro like that." he yells up to you.
"You're not my best bro." You stare at each other for half a minute. You hear a very faint "P̶̹̩͍͆̏̓̓̓͜͞l̶̗̊̋ͤ̌͘ẹ̲̯̤̙̲͊̀͌̽ͩ͝a̺̠̳̳͍͌ͯ̾͌̓ͧ͜͢s̿̓̀͆̆ͯ̋̑҉̡̝̲̠̤̟̲͕̞͈ė͍̖̦̝̖̲̋̋͠ͅ,̷̨͙͉ͣ ̴̨̖̝̤̳̣̹͉̆͌̊̋J̰͈͚͇̠͚͙͓ͫ͗͆̓͛ͣo̵̴͖̬͉̣ͨ̚ȟ̢̢̪̞͊̈́̌ͪ͆̏ͯń̘̭̺̪̰͙̺̈́̿̊̿̓̃͗̕.̝̗̘̫͔͚͉͗̽̈́͑͌ͫͤ̑ ͙ͯͣ̂ͩ̊͞J̪̮͍͕͓̤̞͋̌̌͠u̓ͥ̈́̍ͧ̚͡҉̱s̢͈̑ͪͣͤ́̾͝͝t̮͇̆ͫ̍̄͜͡ ̷͖̙̖ͫ̓̌ͣ͂̋l̛͍̭̜̬̘̋ͣͅě̛͚̖̟͖̱͖ͩͬͅͅa͓͈͍͂ͯͮ̈͒̍̚v͍̬͔̳͗̑̄ͫͅe̴̡̲̙̔͐̓.̰͕̫͖̮͉̱ͩ̐̀͘ͅ" Of course, you don't. Instead you fold your arms, and float lower.
"I want a real fight." You call, much cockier than you feel. You see him raise an eyebrow.
"A real fight? So is that one where you get your ass beaten quickly, or slowly?" You shake your head.
"My ass will stay unbeaten. Yours, on the other hand..." Dave snorts. You see his face flicker again. This time he looks incredibly sad.
"I̤̫̞͒͐̈͘ ̹̤̲́ͮ̓̿͟͠͡d̶̨̛͖̪̫̞̈́ͨó̮͉̭̦̫̱͂ͦ̋̕͠ͅñ̖̰̤̯̥̠̺̙ͭ̏ͨͤ̿̀'̓ͮ͗̈́͆̂̓͆̏́͠҉͈̼̹̘͍̫ṯ͕̜̦͔̪̼̿ͨ̒̃ͤ̌͊̆ ̨̨͙̮̏ͥ̓̇ͬ̃͘w̢̯͕̟͙͓͎͇̤̓̓̓ͬ͜ą̵̝̮̗̓̃ͥn̵͈͚͆̈t̡̜̆̈́̉͂ͮ͛ ̗ͬ̑̂t̨̛̖̤́̔ͤ̍̾̏ͩ͢ö̢͓̳̳ͤ̊ͮ͑͆̂ ̭̖͓̘̫̥̳̝͐ͤ̾͂̅͑ͥ͢hͮ̎҉͕̬̭̲̬̱́u̯̙ͫ̂ͦ̔ͮ͝r̮͍͊ͭ̊̾ͧt̟̰͓̻̝̂͌ ̒͠͏͍͈͞y̧̤̫̙̫̩̎͊̅ͯ͑̍͋̀̈ỏ̆̂ͩ̈́͗͏̟͔̫̻̠̘͖ù̝̳̼̘͈̰͎̳̳̓̀͑͝,̛̫̣͈̦͇̗̟͐͆ͅ ̬͕̥̘̹̳̳͂̒ͯ̓̀́͡J̥̘̖̀͛̌͘ȯ̵̳̪̠̖͙̬̦ͧ̑͐͌̓͌̀͡͞h̨̯̭͓̰̼͓͔̪̃ͤ͗ͩͮͪ̑ͣn̰̜͔̥͎͓̗̋ͭ͗ͭͨ̋.̮̺̠̣͙̟̬̠͈̈̾̿̏ͣ.̸̭͈̜̤̘̗̲̰̒̽̌.̢̩͇̺ͤ̓ͤ̓"
"I also hated all your raps."
"Well, fuck you."
"W̶̝̺͆̋̅ͤ͋́̑͑͞͠ẹ̵͈̣͚̘͔̯͑̍̎ͬ͋͂ͬ́ḻ̛̞͖͙̦̼̳͙̯̈͆ͯͧͬͥͪ̽́̚l̲̯̐̃̏ͩ̒,̈̃͗̑ͬ̒ͩ̈ͩ͢͏̱̙͍̙̞͈̙ ͇̖̼͓͙͔͈̚̕f̡͙̯̗ͭ̒ͧͮͫͩ̄͐ͩ̀͠u͚̪͕͓̲̭̣͎̰ͭ͒̽̊̓͆̌́̚͟ċ̠̺͚̼̩̝ͥ̒̐̆ͭ̉̚͢͝k͕͇ͦ̓̑͟͡͞ ̛͚͈̻̤̪͓͈̈́̋̊ͧ͂́̚͠y̱̹̱̦ͨͩ́ó̷̧̱̬͕ͩͦ̽̆̈̎ȗ̞͖̖͖̀ͩ̂.̛̆̂͛̉̃̑͊͒҉҉͉̙͓̣̙" They say it simultaneously. It's quite a disturbing effect. You shake your head, and look down.
"I'm sorry, Dave. I can't do this any more."
"Do what?" Dave seems rather interested. I suppose Lord English never really cared who went with whom...
"I'm..." You take a deep breath … "breaking up with you." You feel tears drip off your nose. Dave looked shocked, then his face flickers to... wait. Is he crying?
"I͑͏͓̭̹͚͙͇̥͖'̫͚ͣͮͣ̿͋m̷̜̲͔̖͌̌͊̄̈ͥ ̯̘ͣ̽̏́r̪͎̰̟͙͇̥̀ͫ͑͋ͭ́̎̀́͢e̬͓͚̣̤͈̗̟͐̓̾́͜ͅa̡̠̝̓ͨ̔̓ͨ̇͜l̥̩͈̻͓̲̖͆̑͋́̅ ̷̷̡̖̫ͯs̸̵̹̭̰͚̹͎̙̦̏ͫͯ͑ͧ̐̌͟o̪͙̘̱ͥ͛ͪ͘r̡̢̟͔͎̟̖̲ͪ̽̏ͮͬr̬̱ͫ͑ͭ̑͆ͨͪ̊͌͘ỷ̷ͭͪͬ͆ͧ̈̇̚҉͉̦͉̙̜̟̰ ̴̯̱̪͙̻̲̾ͯ̄̉̊͜͢d̗͑̿͠u̱͕̾̐d̨͙͎̳̠̺̅̉͒̌ē̬̲͗͋.̣̯͈̯̜̣̔ͩͣ̐̚͝ͅ" His face flickers back to a sneer.
"I'm better off without you. You were always a dead-weight, bringing me down." The words sting. You know it's not Dave. It isn't Dave. It isn't Dave. You close your eyes and clench your fists.
"Ḯ̴̡̡̤̣̝̩͉̠̯̫̱̲̥̻̈̋̄͑͐̊ͤ̋͟͝ ̨̨̜͍͎̤͓͎̭̠̩̪̜͖̲̫̜͚̙͚͌ͦ̽ͥ͑̂̚l̨̦̞̮̞͖̏̒̐̎̈́̑̏̔ͯͦ͑ͬ̓̃̌ͧͥ́͝ǫ̓͊̀̊̾͞͞҉̱̠͍̼̟̗̹̗̩̗v̨̢̧͚̥̯̤͖͍͇̩̺̠̼̬͎̙̳̳̼ͬ͆ͬ̃̒͛̋͊ͨ͆ͭ͆̕e̷̷̢̮̮̦̮͇̘̪̯̪̖̻̬̤̳͇̹̫ͩͦ̀̐̏ͤ͞ͅ ̴̢̗͚̯̦̣͚͊ͦ̓̀̀͟y̠̬͔̭̬͓̯̣̩̱͈̿͋̐ͥ̔͟͢͝ò̌ͩ̑̚҉̷̶̶̟̞̦̭͓̺̬͔̲̙̹̀û̵̵̡̳͖̙̥̲͈͉̓̋̀̆̎́͞.̶̧̝̖͓̲̘̲̤̤̓̔ͥ͒͒̾̑͌͊͌ͤ͂̍̆́͞"Your eyes fly open. That was Dave. You know it. Except when you look at him, he's not there anymore.
"Ha! why would I need some weakling like you. You know, I used to be jealous that you got so much power straight off. But now... Now I have more than you could ever imagine! And I love it." The last bit was practically snarled.
You gather a small, but powerful, ball of wind in your hands, like a miniature version of the sphere you were in earlier.
"I'm really sorry, Dave." You see his face flicker.
"P̈́͊̑̊̈̽͗͂҉͖̳l̨̰̱͖̹̮̦ͯ̊̽e̼͚̭͈͎̰̗̺͎ͯͫͥa̼̠̠̖ͭ͂̈̂̀ṡͨ͌̏̈́̃ͥ҉̘̬̺͙̱͠ę̵̻͉̜͗ͯͤͪ͂̉̔͠.̶̰̓ͫ̓ͬ̎ͬ̈́̾̀͡ ̸̤̥̅ͩ̿͌͜S͛̍̏͆ͯ͒ͥ͝҉̩̩̳͎͉͕ͅt̓̇̓ͤ͌ͤ҉̱̘o̶̻̝̘͕͖̘̯̊ͦ̀͜p̹̣̀͋̐̀ͥ͑̍̇͢͠ ̮̺̱̟͖͓̦̘͍͛͗̕m͍̰̞ͦ͝͠e̺̫̥̦͍̰̒̏̆̈́́ͣ́.͙̲̤̝̲̱̲̈́ͯͯ͐̀̋̉͝͝" You don't get a chance to reply before he flies at you. You throw the ball at his head. It hits him in the middle of his face, and throws him into a wall. You land near him. He's unconscious long enough for you to see the damage you did. He has a massive gash on his forehead, and quite a few scratches on the rest of him. Ironically, you think his nose is fine. You snort, and instantly regret it, as your brain sends a wave of pain through your nose in protest. Dave stirs.
"Dave?" you ask hopefully. They're immediately shattered when he grins at you. The creepy smile is made creepier by the fact that his teeth are covered in blood. He chuckles.
"Was that really all you had? Pitiful. I don't understand why I was jealous." He stands up, and swipes his sword at you. You leap backwards, so instead of getting a sword lodged in your shoulder, you have have a gash across your chest. It isn't bleeding that badly, thank god. Dave is standing in front of you. He swings his sword at you again. You use the wind as a shield, deflecting the sword. He's off balance. You push at him with the wind. He falls over, dropping his sword. You grab it up, and hold it at his neck. He grins at you, with the awful, blood-stained grin.
"Go on then. Do it." You stand there. "I told you. I warned you that you were too chicken. Can't even stab your own boyfriend. Well, ex now, isn't it?" He chuckles. You stare into his eyes. "Weak. Feeble. Worthless." This isn't Dave. This isn't Dave. This is NOT DAVE.
"I'm really sorry, Dave. I love you." You're crying. You move the sword over his heart, and push. You keep pushing, through the skin, past the ribs, piercing the heart and out the other side, the sword traveling all the way to the ground. You let go of the sword, and collapse next to him, tears streaming down your face. Just like his bro you think. God, that was morbid. You clutch his hand. He squeezes your hand weakly. You almost jump out of your skin, before you remember something from a biology lesson in school. 3 minutes till the brain dies from lack of oxygen. You have three minutes left together. Probably more like two now.
"I love you, Dave." You can't think of anything else to say. Your tears are falling onto the ground. Onto his ripped clothing. Onto his skin.
"I love you too, John. Always have, Always will." You start to cry harder at this. You lean down and kiss him. As you pull back, you hear him exhale your name. Then he stops breathing. Stops moving. You're frozen. Then you're screaming. And sobbing. You curl up into a ball next to him, still holding his hand. That's how Rose finds you, god knows how much later. Crying. Blood-stained. Holding his hand.
there's a second half (not as good as this) if you want it.