You laugh as you run to catch up with your friends. They were ahead of you for one simple reason, you just had too much fun finally being able to use your sword once you found out that these shadowy monstrosities were not as tough as they looked. Bullets and blades were enough. Soon enough you catch up with your friends again when Jake suddenly turns to face you, his gun pointing right at your face.
"Don't move!" he shouts and you freeze, confused. You always trusted Jake, always, he would never turn against you for any reason.
"Jake, what are you doing?" Jane asks trying to take his guns away from him. He forcefully shoves her aside.
You look right into his eyes; his beautiful, always filled with joy, emerald green eyes. You see fear, anger and determination. Could it be that they have possessed him? You don't want to think about that; you don't want to lose him; you don't want to lose anyone.
"Jake," you try to talk to him, "put the guns down." Your voice is shaky, betraying you.
"Shut up and stay still," His voice is forceful and you can do nothing. Despite the situation you trust him, you trust that he will not hurt you. You also realise that he actually might shoot you right here, right now, if he is possessed that is.
You lock your shaded eyes with his. He looks normal, then why... You feel a cold shiver moving from your neck and across your body. You feel itchy, and are hurting. You need to move, to run, to do whatever, anything, you just need to start moving again. Your hand reaches for your sword as you pull it from its sheath on your back.
„Dirk!" Jane shouts, and you know there is something wrong... Not with Jake but with you. You keep your body still, but your hand is on the sword now. Since when did it get there? Oh shit... Not good. You realise too late now that you probably stayed behind for too long.
BANG! Jake shoots his gun but you are faster than him, your sword is already in front of you, the bullet cut in half. You don't give Jake another shot at you as you charge at them swinging your sword in a frenzy, your blood starting to boil. You are fast, too fast. You've stained your hands with blood.
Author's note and disclaimers: This story is written in second person as that's the style homestuck comic is written in. Characters do not belong to me, the plot and setting does. This is gonna be painful and gorey. I haven't written anything for a long while so this is one of the short war up one shots I'll be uploading in next few days. If anyone wants me to continue this please send me ideas and I might write another chapter. Thanks.