First Fight

by Hetalian Miss

Okay, I m just on a tragedy binge right now. When Dib and his girlfriend Mystie have their first fight, they get over it quickly, and manage not to have anouther fight until they die. But how soon will that be? Rated for violence. This is just random. R&R

2. Chapter 2: Gaz Arrives

First Fight

A/N: I honestly have no idea why I wrote this. It was just an impulse at six in the morning. But I wanted to do a fight scene between Dib and Mystie, and have it escalate into violence. OOCness!

Disclaimer: Nothing but Mystie and my ideas.

She was lying facedown on the floor, a gunshot wound in the side of her head and blood staining her navy hair a deep plum. He could tell she had tripped, and her finger had most likely tensed and pulled the trigger. Either way, she was dead. He gasped, dropping beside her. No. No, she`s not dead. she can`t be! He thought. "Mystie..." He managed to say before he broke, crying.

He probably spent a good hour crying, then realized he had to tell someone. Who was she close to? The only person who came to mind was Gaz, so he grabbed the phone and dialed his 15-year-old sister.

"Hello?" The violet-haired girl asked in her trademark morbid tone. For a minute, all she heard on the other end was sobbing. "Who is this?" She snapped, growing irritated. "G-Gaz, it`s me. Dib." Her brother choked. "What`s up? Why`re you crying?" Gaz asked, a hint of concern in her tone. "It`s M-Mystie..." He stuttered. The young demon`s topaz eyes snapped fully open, a rare feat. "What happened to her?" She asked in an almost-sweet voice. "I got drunk last night...I had a gun and was threatening to shoot...She took it, then went to our room. She tripped and shot herself!" He sobbed. The girl stood up straight, her breathing more like gasping. "Gaz? You okay?" He asked in concern. "I`m coming. Give me 15 minutes." She informed him, then hung up and ran to the bus station.

The youth ran in in the promised fifteen minutes and saw her brother sitting on the couch with Mystie in his lap. Her usually sparkling amethyst eyes were a lifeless and flat purple, and there was dry black blood in the hair around her left temple. Somehow, she was even beautiful in death. Gaz gasped, not believing her eyes. Her brother looked up with teary red eyes. "She`s gone...died at two." He muttered, his tone remarkably like her daily one.