Before you read this fic, if you love either Dave or Karkat to death, I need to warn you: they are both bad guys. They aren't nice, at all. Not until later anyways.
Poor John. This is what happens to my favorite characters. *sighs*
The story will be in 3rd person, mainly John's POV, but maybe I'll add in some of Dave and Karkat too.
Read on~
Monday, March 5th
It was dark, and John Egbert couldn't see anything. Or hear anything. It was like drowning in a pool of ink. He was suffocating. Drowning. Dying.
Suddenly he was in his school hallway, by a very familiar rusted locker. He felt a wave of horror rise up inside of him, and didn't have the strength to quell it.
Stomping down the hall were two boys. One was tall and muscular, with blonde hair and fierce red eyes hidden behind shades. The other was lanky and lithe, with messy black hair and piercing yellow eyes.
He whimpered at the sight of his bully and his boyfriend. He wasn't sure which one was better. And suddenly they were right there in front of him. He knew what was going to happen.
It came too quick for him to avoid.
John fell back, clutching his swollen eye. He gave a cry of pain as he was slammed against the wall, his back bruising quite badly from the amount of force.
"Karkat, stop…" he pleaded weakly to his boyfriend. As an answer, a swift punch was delivered to his jaw. This time, he screamed out in pain. A loud crack echoed, and a searing pain shot through his jaw. Two laughs, one low and rough, the other scratchy and hoarse, followed the noise.
John screamed, so loud that he could feel his bones shattering and the floor shattering and everything just exploded and—
John Egbert sat up straight, gasping for breath. His hair was slick with sweat and he was trembling. It was just a nightmare, he told himself.
But this nightmare didn't and when he woke up. It consumed his entire life.
He turned slightly and squinted at the time on his bedside alarm clock. It was around 5 am. With a groan, John rolled onto his back, trying not to place his full weight on his left shoulder. Karkat had hurt it pretty badly yesterday. Not to mention his broken ankle, thanks to Dave. The bully enjoyed the sound of snapping bones. He suppressed a shudder at the very thought and hobbled to the bathroom,
He switched on the shower and let the hour water pour over his body, his sore muscles starting to relax under the constant flow.
As soon as he dried off and changed, it was already 6. He grabbed an apple and munched it as he slipped on his backpack. He locked the door behind him and started the 3-mile journey to school.
He entered the hallway to see Karkat waiting by his locker. A little off to the side, Dave was smirking at him, cracking his knuckles.
John took a deep breath and approached them, preparing to face his real life nightmare.
So, there's the prologue! It's supposed to be short. Hope you guys like, and please review!
I have the next few chapters already typed up, so as soon as I get a few reviews I'll post the next one.
~samx
