First Homestuck fanfiction hope you liiiiiiiiike it
"Davey" that nonchalant voice echoes through your head to be mixed in with the rest of your muddled up thoughts, yeah this isn't the coolest you've been but you can't handle it anymore.
Your entire life you've hidden your feelings, shoved them in the biggest fucking box your brain could find and shoved it into the deepest corner there has ever been. Ever. Not that you minded, the voices would just get so fucking loud that getting rid of emotions saved time than having to sort them out, it just seemed like too much work. The only voices you would pay attention to were Bro's and the ones that had started to come in your head three years back when you were thirteen. Your twin Brother Dirk died shit hit the fan ever since. Bro was close to Dirk, of course you were close with Bro too but those two were like the same person, freaky but you never really cared, not like they did about you. Well that's what the voices would tell you a lot.
Bro had taught him the way of the smuppets, craftsmanship coming easily to Dirk, he then upped his game and made them into robot things. Bro was so fuckin' proud that day he showed him the robot bunny. Again you didn't really care, that stuff was harder for you to understand being clumsier with less nimble fingers you had come to realization you were the worse off twin, but you were better at combat, kicking the nerds ass at least you got some satisfaction if only a little out of it. Realizing the downside to your combat skills from age thirteen just before his death you locked yourself in your room constantly, that's when the voices started. They were always there, you would always feel the numbing of them saying things quieter then a whisper but after the loss they became louder and would sometimes scream at you. The voice itself was soft and calming but its words were twisted and vile, things that no thirteen years old maturing boy should have to listen to. You guess you could say it really fucked you up. But once again you don't really want to care.
They would sooth you to sleep and wake you up, dreams had left you only a long time ago the calming voice to be heard at night painting vivid pictures. Two months after your thirteenth birthday,your twin's life was taken. Gone. Why can't you care? What's wrong with you? It didn't even faze you, in fact it made the voices louder and harder to zone out from. But its meaning changed after a while, when you thought about the death of Dirk letting it slip through your fingers instead of telling you things you shouldn't hear, it congratulated you, wanting you to do more, see more. And man oh man; it's been a long time since someone congratulated you. And with a voice like melted honey you had completely forgotten about everything. Your grades went down even lower and you're zoning out a lot more often. Then when you turned fifteen, without talking more than a sentence to your Bro it went back to telling you dreadful things no matter how much you would think of the boys blood splattering the wall, you and his shit scattered across your shared bedroom. It would get louder than the congratulations and this drove you up a wall.
Today was another Dirkless birthday, my sixteenth in fact and on that day just after the cake cutting, I ran out of my home screaming in a random rage trying to burn bro with the birthday candles, not being able to pinpoint the feeling swirling up inside me, Bro had chased after me as I was running down the street in a random fit of rage that made no sense, that is if your not me. I could explain but only I would understand. But this was some serious shit, on that day I had lost something very important and there was no fucking way I was going to let it slip out of my fingers like Dirk did. I wanted the voice to come back with its sweet voice whispering nice things rather then 'murder, murder, murder' going off inside my head. Bro easily caught up to me dragging me back in, screaming and scratching, rage attacking and swearing at Bro the rage growing more and more the voice ringing in my head slipping out into my own voice screaming them at my guardian.
"I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL EVERYONE. I'LL KILL THEM CLEANER AND BETTER THAN THEY DID DIRK, MURDER, MURDER, MURDER. I LOVE IT; I'M GOING TO BRING IT BACK BETTER AND MORE OFFICIANT. FEAR ME, I'LL MAKE YOU ALL FEAR ME. IF I DON'T ILL KILL, THEN WHO WILL!" I felt like a different person, my thoughts aren't the same my heads spinning, vision focusing in and out like I'm on a roller coaster.
Now I think about it I could only drown the voice out by getting into my sick beats making sweet tunes, getting into rap offs with my internet friends but that doesn't matter now, now all I wanted to do was MASSACRE EVERY-FUCKING-PERSON THAT DARED TO EVEN GLANCE AT I AND MY FREAK EYES.
Bro shoved me down onto a kitchen chair.
When did I get into the building again?
Bro tied me down with duct tape, rope and blind folded me. Screaming and roaring, shaking the chair but alas nothing happened, if anything he tied me down tighter. Then his hands grasped my shoulders steadying me stopping me from shaking and trying to break free, but only to see what the traitor had to say
"Lil' man" His voice was emotionless it made the voICES LOUDER AND WANT MORE DEATH "How long have you had these thoughts?"
Taking in a big gasp of air the voices were screaming at me so loud I could barely hear what my Brother was saying but it got through, now it's my turn to speak
"Kill, KILL, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. I SWEAR TO GOD-" That's when his hands left my shoulders and were replaced with a steel blade to my throat, this was no shitty sword. This was his serious sword he was probably planning to slice me up with. What a bluff "I DON'T CARE, SHOW ME, SHOW ME THE RED BRO. SHOW IT TO ME" and on cue the blind fold was loose enough falling off my eyes so I could see the tears falling down your Bros face, the slight pout on his usually straight lips. Clearing my voice I say it less loud "Show me. My red blood. Bro. I. Fucking. Dare you"
Feeling him hesitate he, put down the blade. The voices had subsided, in fact they were almost gone just a murmur of jumbled words like when I was younger never even noticing them. Then I realized my glasses were gone, the red irises in the open, argh when was the world so bright, I haven't taken those things off in a while.
"Now Bro. You're going to untie me and I'm going to leave. Then I'll never return. Fucking Strider ways my ass, we were just a bunch of fucked up albinos abandoned by our parents. I bet they were a brother and sister too. Disgusted with what they did they left us with you, the babies, me and Dirk, the fucked up twins doomed to die. His life might have been cut short, living and then boom! There goes all the talent a strider could want and now you're left with me. The fucking dipshit, impaired twin. But I beat him at life Bro and wanna know why? Because I have time on my side. I also let him die when I was fully capable of saving his sorry ass" Smirking at that last bit.
Bro sniffled if only a little but it happened.
"I'm sorry 'lil man" Walking away he pulled out his phone calling a number "I really didn't want this to happen"
My facial expressions dropped the voices in my head going to a complete standstill then to a roaring scream, yelling so loud at me, to get out, to murder him then and there, to cry and get pity to then get him to choke on his own blood. Panicking I realize I had a switch blade in my jackets pocket in case I ever got jumped. Bro has left the room and locked himself in the bathroom so I couldn't hear him, like I could give two shits. Whatever it was wasn't going to happen. Only I knew fully well what it was, and damn right it's not going to happen. No way am I going to a mental asylum.
A few seconds later, I was in an awkward position, having my leg over my head and arm shimmied free thanking fuck for my flexibility I reached for the switch blade, ripping the duct tape off and cut the thick rope. Bro still in the bathroom I grabbed for two shitty swords, stealthily getting my red back pack, grabbing for a Baseball bat, a gun that an old friend of Bros left named Jake, I think with plenty of ammo, three markers, paper, a ruler and compass. Getting my phone making sure I had disabled the locator bro installed when he gave it to me little less than an hour ago, I packed spare clothes and sneakers. Just about to walk out I turned around getting out a red marker I had taken, writing in big letters on the window.
'Should 'a showed me the red bro'
Turning around and running out the apartment leaving the door open so I wouldn't slam it by accident.
My feet have never slammed on the pavement so hard, I had never ran at such speed but worst of all I had never ever forgotten my shades if I left the house and there was no way I was going back to pick 'em up. Mentally cursing the voices had been replaced with the melted honey voice whispering sweet nothing's that weren't all that sweet at all. Looking around I realized I was far out of the city, instead in a rough part of a neighborhood. The suns beating rays burning the back of my neck starting to go down, panting and sweating badly. Shit. I had no shades. No money and nowhere to stay. I had calmed down since I was yelling at Bro so much that I was tempted to go back then remembering the hurt I had made him feel, what I had written on the window, my sick smile when making that fucking statement about how I was going to make him regret for keeping us and not throwing us in an orphanage where we could have grown up at least half decent. There's only one path left for me now and that's the life of crime and bloodshed full of shady people and murder. Didn't sound too bad, with the voices always telling me to do it I thinks it's about time I listened to myself.
Looking at my surroundings it had gotten dark quickly and the air was cool, almost stale. Looking at a building that looked easy to climb I had a wicked and cruel idea. Just steal from people, this place wasn't so uptight but I had doubted they would miss anything like food, drink and if they did I doubt a family member's life meant that much. Smirking darkly, I climbed the side of a building with ease, all those strifes and training with Bro paid off, opening the window to the homely house like it was nothing, the same as snapping the girls neck whose room belonged to her before she could scream was like snapping a tooth pick, her own twin brother staring at me like I did to the murder of my own brother in front of my eyes. Shit. I had fucked this kid up so much. So might as well end it before it can start, pulling out the switch blade I throw it at him it hitting him in his throat, gargling noises coming from him as he choked on his own blood. Unfazed I flash stepped in front of him, putting a foot to his chest and pulled it out, his last moments were his eyes fixed on my own demon ones.
Hearing a whimper from the side of the room, damn triplets? She was whimpering and whispering something under her breath eyes wide she then mumbled something loud enough to hear
"How can eyes so dead be so alive?"
I then threw the knife at her, still stained with her brother's blood hitting her on her chest, gasping at the sudden pain she collapsed to the floor dead as a door nail. About to walk out of the room I heard a deep husky voice calling
"Jenifer, Adrien, Jessica?" Almost teasing "Are you awake? I told you to go to bed" he cooed, probably the father thinking they were just being rebellious kids wanting to stay up over their bedtime.
I smirked it then turning into a grin I waited in till the man came fully into the room, his face dropped and ran over to his son who was bleeding out, but was defiantly dead. Crying and whispering to the boy he looked over and saw his other two children murdered cold bloodedly, flash stepping behind the man I bring out one of the shitty swords, this dude has the same kind of body type as bro, no way a knife would kill him in a clean cut. Bringing it up to his spine he felt the tip gasping, but I pushed it through with ease, snapping the bones and crushing the organs. He buckled next to his son ready to join his kids to the fluffy clouds, when I myself will be greeted with the warm flames of hell.
Now where's the mother?
Turning around he saw the mum with a knife next to my neck, shaking and wheezing, tears and snot running down her face.
"Show me the red?" I asked but she shook more, dropping the knife in defeat grabbing her face backing up to the wall. Sighing I sliced her neck with the sword that killed her husband "You're all pathetic" I walked out of the kids room to get the goods I came for slightly disgusted with everyones choices
you give them a chance to kill you yet they don't, idiots can't they see your in the beginning stages of being a mass murderer?!
Cleaning my stuff from the blood, I stocked up on food, washed a little taking their toothpaste, apple juice, hair brush and toothbrush. Then climbed back out the window of course after I tampered with the evidence. I'm now a wanted criminal no way am I getting caught after my first homicide, climbing to the roof; I watched the night sky sleepily sipping his apple juice to be interrupted by a purr a cat maybe?
Looking around there was no cat in sight, confused I stood up holding my shitty sword close
"That was purrity risky" Turning around I was met with wide green eyes, when the hell had she got there?!
"I have no idea what you're talking about" I said masking my emotions
"Don't worry about it; I'm not going to snitch. After all I'm a fellow cat-purrglar too" Her cat puns were irritating but cute
"Who are you?" lifting the blade up to her neck feeling the vibrations of a never ending purr
"Well that depends" grinning a little, she was smaller than I was probably younger too, but that smile was somewhat startling, her teeth were small but sharp like a cat itself
"On?" I glared, feeling naked without my shades, but it amplified my glare
"I want you to join the T.R.O.L.L.S" her eyes widened glowing in the moonlight
"The bank?" I almost laughed in her face
"Is that what people are calling it now? I purrfered 'organization'"
The T.R.O.L.L bank, a shady 'organization' with 12 high class members, people have been talking a lot about it lately and how they're trying to kill off there rival D.A.N. .T.E.R.S, another local bank that's been around longer. Rumours going around that the T.R.O. are just kids trying to prove a point or whatever.
Making a sound of confusion I feel the barrel of a gun to the back of my head.
"Weeeeeeeell, sorry to interrupt but I'm bored watching this. I already know everything about you and what you just diiiiiiiid" This other girl behind me said in a all too sweet voice "I'll give I eight seconds to decide, I can either join us and help us with our jobs, die right now with my gun, or I take I back to your 'Broooooooo' to be taken awaaaaaaaay" the holding certain vowel things was really irking, it made the voices in my head want to explode and kill her.
"What if I slit this girl's throat right now?" I wasn't bluffing
"Pe-leaaaaaaase, think I care, go ahead" Her voice was taunting but my head starting to get a migraine to much too care
"Well then I think this is where you say 'Dave Strider you have just been BAMBOOZLED" not even caring that my name has been given away
"Is that your way of saying you give in?" The cat girls eyes lighting up showing more of her sharp teeth
"Yeah I give. I'll join your cult of whatever"
Schreee
*Please don't kill me for killing Dirk off so soon into the story*
Hope you enjoyed it, it was kinda a bitch to write. Buuuuut I think i go there in the end :3 And yes that was a F.R.I.E.N.D.S reference, because you and I both know the Striders watch the hell out of that show. Don't deny it.
Also that shit escalated quickly, i mean i did cut it down somewhat not wanting to make the chapter too long but also because I wanted Dave to have some killer instinct and right a awesome killing scene. (sue me)
I prooooomise there will be more blood shed. Maybe a relationship, but i doubt it because y'know if your a murderer I don't think love is the first thing on your mind. But there will be side pairings i can promise that!