== Dave: Abscond

It took a few seconds for Dave to realize what had happened. One second he was running out into the street and was about to be hit by a car - and the next he was laying in the gutter, the curb of the sidewalk biting painfully into his back.

A large black hummer that was only seconds ago racing at him, was long gone. Fled the scene like a fucking pussy.

How the hell did he get out of that alive?

Dave heard a loud gasp behind him. He turned around and saw that Terezi had followed him out. She was standing on the front porch, her hands covering her mouth and staring at the road. Dave followed her gaze and felt his heart skip a beat.

Bro was laying face down in the pavement. It took a few more seconds for his intoxicated mind to process what had happened… Dave was about to be hit by a car… and Bro had saved him. Bro let himself be hit in order to save Dave…

Dave jumped to his feet, his body feeling numb. He ran over and stood next to Bro, but was to afraid to touch him. His entire body was shaking violently.

"Bro?" Dave whispered. From the street lights above them, Dave could clearly see blood pooling beneath the crumpled body of his brother. Dave's heart-beat quickened. He dropped down to his knees, still too afraid to reach out and touch Bro. "Bro? Fuck man… shit ain't cool. Get up."

There was no response.

Bro was laying face first in the pavement, his shades were knocked off in the collision, and his arm was unnaturally bent behind his back. Dave was too afraid to look any further, and pulled his eyes away.

"BRO!" He shouted, "FUCK!"

Terezi was standing behind Dave now, she placed a hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off. She turned around and called behind her for someone to call an ambulance. Numbly, Dave looked around. A crowd was starting to form around them. Dave could hear the startled gasps and murmurs ripple through them. He was vaguely aware of the blood from his Bro's body start to leak over his fingers. He ignored it, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"Was somebody hurt?"

"Someone call 911!"

"What happened?"

"Oh my god! Look at the blood!"

"Someone call an ambulance!"

"Shit! What about the sopor?""We're all going to get arrested!"

Fuck! Dave looked down at himself. His hands were coated in the green liquid. The green from the sopor mixing with the red from the blood on his palms.

He could barely hear someone on the phone, talking to a 911 dispatcher.

…911...

The police were going to be here.

And he was shit-plastered out of his mind.

His mind swirled with a mix of booze, sopor, and fear. The police were coming, and he was stoned. They were going to get him…

At that moment, his brain seemed to overload. He felt his eyes glaze over to the point he could not see - his mind going numb at the same time.

"Dave? Dave it's going to be ok."

He did not know who was talking to him. The voice was a muffled ghost behind him. He stood up.

"Dave… the ambulance is on its way… Dave? Oh my god Dave, are you alright?"

What the fuck did they think? No he was not 'alright'. His brother was cold in the pavement…and it was all his fault…

…All…his…fault…

The thought was like a whip to the face.

His brother was dead…and he killed him. He killed his own brother. The man that had raised Dave since he was a baby… he…killed him. Dave let his head fall into his hands and let out a loud cry. He felt someone place their hand on his shoulder. He sobbed, "Its…all…my fault."

"What?" Someone said behind him, "Dave no… its going to be alright."

"ITS ALL MY FUCKING FAULT!" He screamed, shoving that person's hand aside as forcefully as he could.

His vision cleared for a second, and he saw himself staring into Terezi's face. She looked worried. Dave cursed inwardly - and then the sound of sirens filled the night air.

Shit!

Dave panicked. Without thinking, he bolted away from Terezi, and the body of his Bro, and everyone else, and straight through the neighbours yard - bolting into the woods behind it. He could hear someone - probably Terezi - call after him, but he ignored them and kept running.

He never should have gone to that party. Fuck, he never should have gone to the Club House this morning… he should have just let the Social Worker take him away. If he did, this would have never happened. Bro would be ok, and Bro would have found a way to get him back.

Something tripped him, and he went sprawling to the ground, his hands getting cut up on the underbrush. He looked around from where he lay, the forest was thick and dense around him, too dense for the moonlight to even cut through. He could barely see. He tried to stand up, but his foot was caught on something. Cursing, he turned around. He could still hear the sound of the sirens, and watched as the lights pulled up.

"DAVE!"

Dammit! Terezi was trying to follow him. He swore under his breath and pulled at his leg as hard as he could, his foot came clear out of his shoe, leaving his shoe trapped in a root. He reached down for it, but saw a vague outline of Terezi heading his way, and instead of fighting to get the shoe free, he just turned and dashed through the woods, cursing and swearing at every evergreen needle or every twig that poked at his socked foot. Terezi's calls became more and more distanced as he ran. He looked behind him, panting heavily. The light from the sirens was no longer visible through the trees, and neither was the sound from the sirens. Terezi was nowhere in sight as well.

Something caught on his foot again as he looked back, and for a brief second, Dave thought he snagged his foot again - but the worry only lasted a second as he went to pull his foot loose, and felt his other foot step out into thin air. Dave gasped as his body tumbled forward, pulling himself loose and tumbling down a steep ravine. He screamed as he tumbled, clumps of dirt and rocks breaking loose with him.

He came to a stop at the bottom, a trickle of water washing over his feet. The bare foot throbbed painfully, the cold water feeling good against it. He tried to lean up, but his body had other plans. Instead, he just lay there in the ravine, shivering slightly. The jumbled mess that was left of his brain protested against any movement, and he felt tired.

Dave closed his eyes, certain they were not coming after him tonight…no one would be coming after him at all. It would be…safe to sleep here for now. He sighed, and let his mind drift off into the darkness.

== DAVE: Wake Up