Hey Everyone! This is my first demonstuck story, so please don't hate X), I encourage colorful criticism, so be sure to tell me in the reviews how to help me make my story better! Also after I get a ways into this story, I'm going to be making a different story. (NOTICE: You might want to know what homestuck is so that you know who the characters are, but if not, you can still read this and try to understand who they are! ;D) Just to make things clear, derse dreamers are demons and prospit dreamers are hunters. I might add some trolls into this but who knows. Anyway, I hope you people like this story I will update as soon as I can. Now on to the story! WARNING: Adult Language
~CrazyZo Out!
(Dave's POV)
Derrek, my older brother or Bro as I usually call him, and I had been yelling at each other for over half an hour about why I had come home so late and why I was all bruised and cut up. "Its none of your damn business!" I yell at Derrek, getting irritated. "It is my damn business if my brother comes home at 3 fucking p.m. all beat up and bloody!" he yells back. (A/N 3 p.m. is like 3 a.m. to demons since they're nocturnal/sleeps during day, awake at night) "You could have been spotted, and by the looks of it you were!" he continues. I feel my eyes begin to mist, against my will, and remember that my shades lay broken on the coffee table by the futon. 'Striders don't cry.' I think to myself. 'Especially not in front of Derrek.' Instead my sadness gets replaced with anger, all my frustrations from our entire argument, I felt it bubbling up inside me, ready to burst. I summon up my sword from my sylladex, and it drops lightly into my hand. My anger and frustrations begin to control me, and for a demon that's never good. I stare Derrek straight in the eyes, or shades, I could see his eyes because like every demon our eyes glowed our eye color. For Derrek his eyes glowed a tangerine orange, and mine were blood red. I switch my sword into my right hand and point it in front of me in a challenging way. "Its my business only, not yours, now leave me alone." I hiss out, my words laced with a warning, eyes narrowing. Slight surprise slips out past Derrek's pokerface and I feel a strange tingle of satisfaction. But his surprise was soon covered back up with his usual stone cold pokerface. "Dave back down." He says calmly with a hint of his own warning in his voice. I actually consider doing as he said but my anger returns. "No way! I'm tired of being treated like a baby by you!" I yell angrily, my grip tightening on my sword. "What the hell are you talking about!?" Derrek exclaims a question, he pushes my sword aside and takes a step towards me so that he was towering over me, Bro was a good few inches taller than me but I was still tall compared to an average human. A growl resounds from the back of my throat and my lips pull back in a snarl, my fangs coming out. Derrek returns my growl, the end of his tail beginning to flick back and forth in irritation. Every demon had a different kind of tail. In Bro's case his was rat-like, it was a dark shade of orange. Mine was a cliché arrow tipped tail, and was dark red at the arrow end, getting slightly lighter as it went up. All demons also got wings, which in Derrek's case had dragon type wings, which were big and meant to make him look intimidating, though my wings hadn't come in yet. 'Lucky son of a bitch.' I think to myself, narrowing my eyes even more at Derrek, if that was even possible. Another growl from Derrek breaks me out of my thoughts, "Answer my question Dave!" He snarls at me, seemingly growing impatient. "Fucking, nevermind." I say, exhaustion seeming to set in, I half turn around but Bro spins me back to face him. "No, your going to tell me now!" I feel my exhaustion burn away, my anger returning, "I said nevermind!" I yell and impulsively, slashing Derrek's shoulder with my sword. He cries out in pain and surprise, and I stare in shock at what I had just done, dropping my sword. I snap out of my stupor as Bro stumbles forward and I rush to catch him. "Bro I'm s-so sorry! I d-didn't mea-" I stutter, but he cuts me off. "Dave, it's alright."
(Derrek's POV)
I knew it wasn't Dave's fault that he lashed out, its one of the side effects of when his wings are supposed to come out, you start feeling bipolar and more angry. I remember when my wings came in, it hurt like hell, but why wouldn't it, there are fucking wings coming through your back. I let Dave carefully guide me over to the futon and when he was sure I was fine sitting on the couch he flash-stepped away to, I'm guessing the bathroom to get the spare first-aid kit, we found when we got here. I sat back on the couch closing my eyes trying to relax and grimaced slightly. My shoulder felt like it was on fire, though demons have some type of healing ability so the wound would probably be gone in a day or two, leaving a pale white scar. I sense Dave was back and open my eyes, and as I suspected he held the first-aid kit in his hand. He set it down on the coffee table in front of me and flipped the latch to open it. Once he opens it, he turns to me and promptly says, "Take off your shirt." I nod and he helps me get it off carefully, helping get it around my wings so that it wouldn't hurt my shoulder as much. He then turns back to the kit and pours what smelled to be antibiotic liquid on a rag that he must have found in the bathroom. I wrinkle my nose in disgust at the smell, us demons have enhanced senses so its easier to detect things, for example, bad smelling antibiotic liquid. I hiss in pain as Dave presses the cloth on the wound to clean up the blood and to make sure it doesn't get infected, and dig my claws into the futon to keep from hissing out in pain again, I hadn't realized that I changed my hands into claws (Another fun fact is we have razor sharp claws to help us defend ourselves). Dave then takes the cloth away from my wound, making me relax slightly, and turns around, and I see Dave set the bloodied cloth beside the kit and hear Dave rustling around in the kit. Then he finally turns back around holding a roll of gauze in his hand, "Hold your arm up." He instructs me and I listen, holding my arm up as instructed. He first unrolls part of the gauze and holds one end on one side of the gash and rolls the gauze once around my arm, rolling it over part of the first end and getting his hand free, using it to help roll the gauze around my shoulder easier. After rolling the gauze around all of my shoulder, so that the gash wasn't visible, Dave tells me, "I couldn't find any tape, so I'll just have to tie the ends." He explains, murmuring. I was about to reply and say that it was okay but Dave ties the ends of the gauze and then pulls it tight, making me wince. I see Dave wipe his cheek with the back of his hand, then wince and remember that Dave had come back to our temporary home with scratches and cuts of his own all over. I sit up and grimace again, but for the most part shoved down the flaring pain in my shoulder, taking the cloth from its place beside the kit and ignore the questioning look that Dave sends me and before he could object I start cleaning the cuts on his face. "Bro you don't have to-" he starts but I cut him off. "Yeah I do kid." I murmur, more focused on cleaning his cuts. "I'm not a kid." He murmurs back but doesn't object anymore. Once I was finished cleaning all the cuts on his face, I set the cloth down and motion for him to take off his shirt, getting some more gauze to put on one of the deeper wounds on his upper arm. I turn back to him and see that he'd taken his shirt off and was waiting patiently for me. I motion for his left arm and take it into my hand, wrapping gauze around the deeper cut on his upper bicep, then tying the ends. I set the gauze down and put my shirt carefully back on, then see Dave glance at the bloody slash in the shirt and suddenly find great interest in the carpet. I sense his sadness and guilt, and sigh, "Dave it wasn't your fault," I tell him and set a hand on his shoulder, then continue, "Your wings are probably gonna come in soon and one of the side affects are mood swings and shit." I say gently. "I still should have controlled myself." He says, now glaring at the ground. I then motion for him to sit on the futon beside me, before he could burn a hole in the carpet with his glare. He slowly crawls up, his tail dragging behind him, and when he was fully up on the futon I bring him into my lap and embrace him in a hug, a rare exchange for the two Striders. Dave didn't respond for a second and in that second I thought I had made a mistake, but then I felt his arms come around me I hear him whimper and slowly rub his back. "Its ok lil' bro." I murmur into his ear, trying to comfort him. He pulls back after a few minutes, sniffling a bit and opens his mouth to say something but then as if everything went into slow-mo, Dave's eyes slowly widen, pain washing over his eyes and I watch as he doubles over in pain. "Aah!" He yelps, snapping me out of my small stupor, curling up in a ball. "Dave! Dave, what's wrong?!" I exclaim thoroughly concerned, moving off the futon, my hands hovering over him, but not knowing what to do exactly. "It's m-my back, shit!" He cries out, in reply. 'Well, shit.'
(Dave's POV)
I felt the worst pain possible in my back, 'Whats happening? Ah, this hurts, so much!' I yell mentally to myself, squeezing my eyes shut and curling in a ball in pain. "Dave! Dave, what's wrong?!" I hear Derrek's voice, faintly. "It's m-my back, shit!" I manage to cry out, as another wave of pain washes over me. I feel Derrek roll me onto my back and I had to use all my willpower not to transform my hand into claws and smack Derrek upside the head, but I then feel him lift me up bridal style, relieving the pressure off my back and flash-stepping me somewhere. I had my eyes squeezed shut in pain but I manage to open one eye and see that he had brought me to his room. He gently lays me down on his bed on my stomach, making me groan and I try to roll over on my side, to curl up, but he stops me. "Hey, you have to be on your stomach for your wings to have space to come out." He explains gently to me. 'So my wings are coming out, I should have guessed.' Mentally smacking myself, Derrek even said that my wings would be coming out soon, though I never thought it would hurt this much. I groan in response, getting up on my forearms, so that I wasn't laying completely on my stomach, when I feel an enormous amount of pain shoot through my back. "Ah!" I yell out in pain, arching my back upwards and digging my now fully transformed claws into Derrek's bed, 'Sorry Bro.' My conscience says in the back of my mind. Bro had gone off somewhere so I was alone for the most part. 'Where the hell is he?' I think, hissing at the burning feeling in my back. Just then I sense his presence beside me and crack open my eyes to see him holding two damp wash clothes. He sets the two rags on the side table and gently pushes me off of my forearms, so that I was fully on my stomach. I didn't have anymore energy as to object and I practically go limp, as he lays my arms at my sides and I turn my head, so that my cheek was laying on the bed and so that I could watch Derrek with one of my half-lidded eyes. I see him pick up the wash clothes from the side table and feel something cold and wet being placed on one of my shoulder blades, then the other, feeling like heaven to my burning body. "What're th' wash clothes for?" I ask my words slurring slightly. "They're to help get your wings ready to come out, without em' it'd hurt a lot more." He explains from somewhere in the room, out of my line of sight. "How can it be any worse than this?" I mutter, already feeling exhausted. Without warning another wave of pain washes over me worse than the others, making me screech in pain. Derrek then comes back into my sight and kneels next to me and putting his hand on my shoulder squeezing it reassuringly. "Dave I'm gonna be honest with ya, the next few minutes are gonna feel like absolute hell but you'll get through it, I know you will." A whimper pushes past my lips and I bury my head into Derrek's pillow. I start to get a massive headache and groan, it felt like my body was on fire, even with the wash clothes. My tail was flicking back and forth in agitation and I felt it wrap around my leg and squeeze as another wave of pain went over me. "Get ready Dave." I hear Bro say. 'Ah shit.' I think, mentally and physically bracing myself. It started like the calm before the storm, I feel Derrek take the clothes of my back, the burn started slow, building as time passed. For a second, I didn't feel anything, I was numb, then it hit me. It felt like someone was pouring lava on my back, then ripped it to pieces. I scream out and start to thrash around in pain. I feel a pair of hands hold me down in place and I let out another screech. Suddenly a rippling sensation passes through me and I arch my back upwards, my mouth open in a silent cry and feel something emerge from my back and stretch out. A gasp slips past my lips and the next few seconds were a blur as I feel myself flop back down onto the bed, my eyes rolling back inside my head and I let myself be taken by the welcoming darkness of sleep.
(Derrek's POV)
~Seconds before Dave passed out~
My heart wrenches as Dave lets out another screech as I hold him down and I look away, momentarily. What draws my gaze back to Dave was the rippling feeling under my hands and I quickly take my hands away and watch as Dave's back arches upwards, his eyes wide and mouth open in a silent cry as his wings emerge from his back. 'Damn.' I think to myself. His wings were like a raven, and the feathers were black tinted with red on the end of each feather. His wings stretch out to their full length, almost to the ceiling, until folding onto Dave's back. Dave flops back onto my bed, and I drag my gaze away from Dave's wings and back to Dave's face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, I reach over and shake his arm a bit but for Dave not to respond. I then realize he must of passed out from exhaustion. 'Probably tired as fuck.' I know I was after my wings came out, but I push that memory away, then get up, flash-stepping into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and flash-stepping back to Dave. I walk over to the corner of my room and pick up the stool, dragging it over to be by the side of the bed and sitting down. I carefully take the wing that was closest to me and start to clean it with the towel, stilled awed by the look of his wings. 'They look awesome.' I think to myself smirking a bit down at Dave's sleeping face
Okay how was this first chapter? I tried to make it kinda long because I had a lot of ideas and I was excited to write this. Though I was literally making this up as I go along, so I hope it's not bad DX, again I encourage colorful criticism so be sure to review for me! And also not to spoil or anything but I will be introducing John and also Jake next chapter, so that'll be cool. Anyway, on to making the next chapter.
~CrazyZo Out!
