A/N Again, sorry this is so short. Death and blood in this chapter. Tread lightly.
"Hey, Vriska! Get your ass over here, we got a runner!"
She raised her eyebrows and hurried over with a grin, "Blood color?"
"Looks like Olive."
"Piece a' cake."
Their victim, or rather their target of justice didn't make it far at all, feet flying over the ground as he sped over the darkened hills, breath catching in his throat, glancing over his shoulder every so often, eyes wide. Anyone who was anyone knew exactly who the Scourge Sisters were. It wasn't like he'd done anything that bad, right? He didn't deserve their "justice" did he? He'd just taken out someone who wasn't as high on the spectrum as he. So he sprinted. And sprinted. Ears ringing with fear as he practically flew over the ground, attempting to escape the scourge tracking him.
Terezi cackled as she sprinted after him, drawing her blade with a grin, "By court of justice, you have been declared guilty! Resist and we will be forced to use extreme measures!"
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He was going to die.
"Vriska! Come on! Time is dead kids!"
Vriska snickered a little as she took a route around the side of the clearing, easily gaining the high ground as she pulled her dice out and tossed them up in the air, "Come on, come on." Once they'd all hit the ground a bright blue light glowed and she glanced over her shoulder with a grin as a battle ax appeared in her hand and she jumped down off the ledge right in front of the kid, "End of the line."
She hauled back and swung, lodging the ax quite solidly in his skull and he buckled under the weight, falling limp, head still stuck in the ax before Vriska put the damned thing away and she glanced up at Terezi giving her a brief thumbs up, smirking lightly, "Here, gimme a hand with this! This guy's not the lightest thing I've ever carried."
Terezi rolled her eyes and resheathed her blade as she picked up the now dead oliveblood, holding under one of his shoulders as Vriska held under the other, "Alright. Come on, before he starts to smell."
Terezi snickered a little at Vriska and dragged the dead guy along until they could make it to Vriska's chosen vessel, humming a little bit as she loaded him up onto the transport, "Later, Pyrope. Same time tomorrow!"
Vriska left Terezi standing on her own, a sort of sick satisfied feeling settling in her gut as she started to put away all of her flarping equipment. This was nice, though she did have to admit, she wasn't always fond of their methods. It used to be that they'd sit the person down and talk to them first, go through an actual trial-like system and decide whether the perpetrator was guilty or not, but now... now it was just kill the perpetrators regardless. Though she had to admit... it was kind of fun. But didn't that just take the whole concept of justice out of the equation?
She sighed as she waited for the next transport to arrive, running a hand through her short hair with a sigh, shaking it out a little as she leaned back against the signal pole, tipping her head to the side tiredly as she waited. The next transport wouldn't arrive for another ten minutes or so. She was... rather exhausted. It was always fun chasing down "criminals" and dolling out vigilante justice. She loved it. But the exhaustion and doubt afterwards... that was the difficult part to deal with.
His steps were never quick enough. Never fast enough. He could never run and yet here he was, sprinting for his life. He knew he couldn't best those two. They were the best this side of the planet.
Was it even justice really if it didn't go through a proper court? If the judges, Jury, and Executioner were all one person. Two people even? Was that really justice?
He was going to die, he was going to die. He'd heard of them before. They never failed to subdue a target. There was no point in fighting, no point in running. He was dead either way. It was only a matter of how long.
Maybe they should stop killing people like this. It wasn't really helping better the populous... God she's thinking this through too much. Vriska needs to feed her lusus anyways. It's not like she can just stop feeding her dead kids.
And he can see her out of the corner of his eye. They say she's the more ruthless one. Apparently she's hard as metal. Traps you and plays with you until she's bored. Oh god she's standing right in front of him.
Maybe their brutality is too much. Maybe they should stop this.
His life his flashing before his eyes. Fuck what's his moirail going to do? What's his lusus going to do? He's going to die. His eyes widened as the ax came down and-
Terezi glanced up as the transport pulled up next to her and she climbed on, heading to the back where she sank down on the seat and curled up to sleep. It was going to be at least an hour ride back to her stop.
