AN: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Wow, chapter 10! Never thought I'd get here. And with fans, as well! People who actually like this story! That makes me so, so, SOOO happy, you have no idea, really, you don't. Anyways, on with it. Enjoy!
I'm so, so sorry, Mr Vantas. We've lost him.
The words Karkat hated to hear. He'd heard things like that before, of course.
"We've lost her."
"I'm sorry, Karkat. They're gone."
"Mary Doorwall's heart has stopped."
He really hated those sentences. Because it meant one less person he loved. One less friend. One less family member. One person he'd never be able to laugh with again, joke with again, be with again, embrace again, anything. And it hurt. Every time, no matter how many times he went through it, no matter how he learnt to hide it more and more each time, it had the same amount of emotional pain. Pain unlike the pain you get after a really bad injury. Despair, you could say.
It's a constant battle, Karkat. Between hope and despair. It's all up to you which one wins, but no matter how the battle goes, hope dies and then, so does despair. There's no way to win, because that's just how the world works. Every person, no matter the species, race, religion, sexuality, and anything else, will at one point, be plunged into the deepest, most unbearable level of despair, and that's where hope sometimes dies. If hope survives this part of the battle, then the person can continue progressing, getting higher and higher in life. However, if despair wins, that person, most likely, cannot. It doesn't mean that always, though. If a person can survive without hope, they can...revive it, almost. It shows just how strong of a person that being is. And that being, the one that suffered the most, is the one that will save the others, one day, in one sense. You, Karkat, are one of those people, and I know it. And don't say I'm just a figure of your imagination, because I'm not, not really. Take it from me, little brother. You're doing great.
His brother had told him that, in a dream once. He didn't feel like 'one of those people'. He felt like shit, to be completely honest. He hadn't saved anyone. He didn't save Kankri or his Mum or Aradia or Mary or Mituna or Nepeta or Tavros or Gamzee. He was the leader. He was meant to protect them. He hadn't done anything of the sort. He was shitty at everything.
But he wasn't going to give up on his best friend. Not now. Not yet. "N-no! He isn't fucking dead! He isn't! You're lying!" The nurse sighed. She'd probably dealt with this and more more times than she could count. "Well, see for yourself, Mr Vantas." She said, looking ready for three months worth of sleep. He ran into the room, and almost collapsed. There was a body on a performing table draped with a white cloth.
No.
He ran over to the table and pulled the cloth off. Just as he suspected, Gamzee laid there, his face peaceful, and eyes closed. Karkat didn't even try to look at anything else. His best friend's face was enough to confirm the nurse's statement. Gamzee Makara was dead.
His best friend was dead and gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
AN: I bet you all hate me. You all hate me, don't you? Well, I'm sorry, but this was a fixed part of the story as soon as I made it. When I was thinking about the idea, this was one of the main parts. So I had to kill Gamzee. Sorry :/. Review to hate me. Or rage. Or maybe you like the turn of events? Heheh, probably not. Once again, I apologize. Please don't inter-murder me. See you next time around!
~AP