I will never forget the look I saw in his eyes the day he changed, the day I watched my younger sibling become a monster in front of my very eyes, shifting between human and demon, losing a little more of himself each time he did. The day I lost Dave. As ironic as it seems, it was a pretty normal day in the Strider household, Dirk was in his room working on some smuppets, while the younger Strider, Dave, was left to sit in his room, listening to music from his iPod with his head phones in, blocking out the world for the time being. Only moments later did Dave receive an alarming message on Pesterchum from his closest bro, John Egbert.
In under a minute Dave received three more messages, wondering what the little dweeb was geeking about this time, however, when he opened up his logs, it was to find John panicking about something being in his house, apparently.
ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG]
EB: dave!
EB: someone is in my house!
EB: i don't know what to do!
EB: i don't have any weapons and my dad is gone to work come over here!
TG: calm down man
TG: i am on my way
TG: just sit tight
TG: your knight in shining armor is on his way
TG: no homo
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
That was that. Dave closed his laptop and sat up, stretching nonchalantly and grabbing his wine red sweater from his desk and zipping it up, as if this were an every day thing for him. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was more along the lines of John was probably doing one of those stupid pranks of his again. Nevertheless, he grabbed his katana just in case, adjusting his shades on the bridge of his nose and exiting his room after shutting off the lights.
He peeked inside of Dirk's room without bothering to knock, simply just announcing that he was leaving for the night so he didn't have to go and tear the town apart looking for him. The older blonde just made an, "Mhm," sound and dismissed Dave with the wave of his hand like he was royalty, obviously too caught up in his 'work' to give an actual shit. Fine, I didn't want your shit anyways. Dave thought as he shut his door and maneuvered his way through the halls and into the living room. Avoiding the fluffy, plush smuppety buttock and random katanas that sprung out left and right in the cluttered mess they called an appartment.
The younger boy approached his front door, sliding on his black flats that were already tied and gripping his katana firmly in hand as he reached out for the cheap bronze handle and opened the door, shutting it carelessly behind himself as he went down the hallway to the elevator, the halls completely barren being that it was nearly eleven at night and nobody was awake at this time other than room service and whoever was working the front desk.
Dave casually made his way into the elevator, hitting the first floor button and watching as the doors closed and the button he hit only moments ago glowed a bright orange color, some what reminding him of his older sibling who was buried away in his work at the moment. When the doors reopened it was a completely different scenery, well, not really. There were a few fake plants here and there, scattered throughout the room, in the lobby, a couch, and a cheap T.V. sat for people to watch as they waited for their rooms, or simply to distract the children while the parents unloaded their luggage from the he strolled casually through the lobby, he took out his iPod, changing the song to My Demons by Starset, perfect music for the drive to your best friends house which was a good ten minutes away by car, and five minutes if he hauled ass. Of course he decided to haul ass. He pulled out his keys on his walk out of the lobby and into the parking lot, a cool, crisp breeze reminding him that winter was nearly among them in the autumn months, which was nearly over. Dave looked up at the sky as he zipped up his jacket further, stuffing his hands in their pockets where they belonged and searching for his vehicle in the darkness with his piercing scarlet gaze.
Upon spotting the vehicle on the dimly lit pavement in his normal parking spot, he pulled out his keys from the warmth of his sweater, revealing them to the cool and some what harsh breeze that caressed his strawberry blonde locks, sending them in various directions almost like Dirk's, but less anime styled.
He unlocked the car doors, sliding into the drivers seat and closing the door behind him immediately, afterwards inserting the key and bringing the vehicle to life with a simple twist of the key. The blonde waited a few minutes before turning on his lights and then the heat as he pulled out of the parking space and drove his fine ass out of there.
Various lights lit the city as he drove passed stores and restaurants that illuminated the city, along with the multiple cars that drove passed him, not even bothering to dim their headlights. What dicks. Nonetheless, Dave continued the drive to John's house despite the way his sensitive eyes were reacting to the bright lights that were there and then they were gone. The blonde male looked over at a McDonalds that he was passing and he partially wondered if he should take a quick detour. His gaze wandered over to his katana which laid lifelessly in the passenger seat and he knew it be best if he just went straight to John's house to see what all of the commotion was about, a double bacon cheese burger could wait until after.
Soon enough, he was pulling into John's driveway, relieved to see that his father was still absent of their household for the time being. He shut off the car and grabbed his katana, leaving the keys in simply because he didn't plan on staying long. Walking to his door, he loitered outside of the house for a few moments, listening for an intruder of some sort, but it was dead silent. Dammit Egbert. If he walked into a pie or a bucket of water being thrown over his head, he was not going to be happy.
Dave let himself in, the house was silent and he could have sworn that nearly every light had been on in the house. God John was such a kid. As he made his way up stairs to John's room, stairing at all of the creepy clown, harlequin, whatever. They were just creepy, almost worse than all of the damn smuppets that littered his home. Almost.
Just to get it over with, Dave flash stepped to John's bedroom door, knocking on it loudly so he would hear him. "Yo Egbert, it's me. Open up." He said, gripping his katana firmly when he didn't answer. This was definitely a prank. And Dave was ready to kick his ass when he entered. It wasn't long before Dave tried the door knob, locked. Dammit. Why the hell did I come all the way here just for him not to answer me? Dave thought, a bit agitated, but he wasn't just leaving after driving all the way there, oh hell naw. Dave knocked a few more times until his patience ran dry and he kicked it down skillfully just like his brother had taught him when they accidentally locked themselves out of their appartment.
"John?" He said, his voice echoing dully in the darkness. Odd, this was the one room that had no lights on. Dave walked in, calling out his name once more in the darkness, only this time it was answered, and suddenly he wished it hadn't been. "Dave." The voice that answered back didn't sound like John's, it sounded tainted, bold, toxic, and right then the Dave knew something wasn't right here, and this certainly was no longer a joke.
Dave attempted to pinpoint the location of his voice, but he was a hair too late when his wrists were gripped and the katana was dropped. Only moments later he was slammed against the wall, he shades going crooked as he was pinned, chest pressing so firmly against the wall that it hurt his ribs. "John what the fuck man. Get the hell off of me." He said, still keeping his cool, but sounding much more agitated than before.
His struggles proved to get him no where, followed by a series of grunts and groans that again, got him no where. There was complete silence for a moment, which scared him more than when John was talking, or what he hoped was John. The silence was suddenly answered with a sudden, rough lick to his neck, which ended just as soon as it start. "J-John fuckin' stop! This isn't funny!" He shouted, voice growing more strained with each passing second.
"Are you sure?" He asked, god he could just feel him grinning, that douchebag, toying with him like this. "Because watching my best friend struggle so helplessly is actually quite a treat." He purred out smoothly, his bright baby blue eyes that Dave once adored practically glowing, swallowed whole in lust and power. When an arm wrapped around his mid-section and a hand was skillfully undoing his pants, Dave panicked, squirming and writhing in his hold only to be slammed more roughly into the wall once more to calm him. "Hold still and it will all be over soon."
Dave was about to ask him what he meant by that, but his unasked question was soon answered by gesture instead as John gripped his limp dick, stroking him suddenly as his boxers and pants were forced down to his mid-thighs, and John's clothed, erect length was pressed up against his ass, eliciting a surprised moan to escape the boy for various reasons. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He had to think of something quick. Whoever the fuck this was, they clearly weren't messing around right now. He knew putting up a struggle of whatever sort would only result in him being slammed hard enough into the wall to bruise his rib cage.
John's hand ghosted Dave's length, light and feathery touches being given to him just enough to make the boy want more, and soon enough, he actually was. Well, he wasn't begging for it, but his length did indeed begin to harden and enlarge, indicating that the sick fuck was actually managing to arouse him like this. Dave glared daggers at the other male, his shades suddenly being removed with the hand that was once on his cock. The shades landing some where in the darkness with a soft, barely audible thud on the carpetted flooring of his friend's room. "You know, I always thought you had pretty eyes, Dave." And it was right then that Dave knew for a fact that it was John. He had no idea where the sudden strength came from, or what the fuck provoked the virgin dweeb to assault him like this, but whatever it was, Dave didn't like it. "John, what the fuck is wrong with you? Get ahold of yourself!" He shouted, hoping to get through to him with words, though it was likely not going to happen, as each passing second the situation only seemed to grow worse.
"Oh David," he purred out, his voice rich and poisoned with lust and something deeper, and when he spoke his name, it sent chills up Dave's spine, goosebumps rising to the surface of his arms. "I have never been more me. In fact, I was just about to show you how me I really am." He said, Dave's mind still reeling on what was going on right then. He was about to be raped by his best friend, or what he thought was his best friend.
