Tr8ll C0ps vs. the DaNgErOuS LuNiTic
(Part II)
Gamzee jumped down from a grate in the ceiling, and stood before his adversaries, an insane grin spreading his bloody, half-toothless mouth. Strands of his wild, black, curly hair stuck to his painted forehead, which was slick with sweat and furrowed with some unperceivable emotion.
Vriska charged at his with her cutlass, and he sidestepped her jouster-like lung, before swinging his foot around and in one graceful, carefree maneuver, kicking Karkat squarely in the nuts, whist simultaneously throwing a short dagger at Vriska's head. Vriska moved quickly to the side and the dagger stuck in the crumbling cement wall, inches away from her right ear. Terezi charged at Gamzee with the Taser and he ceased it from her hand before lifting her from the floor by her neck and tossing her across the room like she was piece of Styrofoam. She collided with Sollux, who crumbled beneath her weight. Both trolls hit the cement floor.
Gamzee ducked to avoid Aradia's metal fist, which hit the wall behind him. A spider web of cracks radiated outward from the impact point and she withdrew her fist quickly, jumping into the air as Gamzee retaliated with another throwing dagger. The knife soared under her feet and hit Eridan in the chest.
"Son of a bitch!" Eridan swore, and with one shaking hand he ceased the blade by its handle and dislodged it from his flesh.
He through the knife back at Gamzee but missed and hit Sollux instead, just as he had managed to crawl out from underneath the now unconscious Terezi.
"What the fuck, Eridan?" Sollux screamed. He looked down and saw the hilt of the knife protruding from his stomach. Trickles of mustard colored blood dripped from the searing wound and he fell down again, unconscious.
Vriska charged toward Gamzee again, this time managing to graze his arm with the cutlass before he stepped out of the way. True to the descriptions of adult subjugulators that she had once read in her ancestor's diary, he was faster than a charging hoofbeast and as elusive as a shadow. He jumped back onto the ceiling, pulling himself through an open grate, and then jumped down again, almost a spilt second later, through a second grate, appearing as quickly as though he had teleported, in front of Aradia. She swung her foot backward, preparing to kick him in the groin, but was too slow. He ceased her robotic head and snapped the steel neck sideways. She crumbled and the yellow lights of her electronic eyes flickered dead. Fuck, thought Vriska. I guess subjugulators are supernaturally strong too. Well...Isn't that just fucking perfect?
Gamzee cackled, and stared down his final opponent, the only adversary left standing and unwounded, Bitchka Serset, his despised romantic rival.
"Heh heh heh heh heh ha Hah hah heh heh...run away little girl. You know you don't stand a motherfucking chance against me, but honestly, I have no motherfucking interest in you what-so-motherfucking-ever, so if you run away now I won't go after you."
Vriska charged at him with the cutlass, eyes glaring, brows furrowed in rage. He sidestepped the blow without flinching, the obnoxious smirk that twisted his face as unfaltering as ever.
"After motherfucking all, I have a vested interest in the motherfucking fate of the Alternian race as well. Run away and I'll let you live...but I'll be back for that motherfuckin' pupa growing in your stomach in about twenty years...when Tavros is too old and motherfuckin' gross for me to heh heh heh heh...enjoy..." taunted Gamzee.
"Ok...there's all kind of fucking stupid things wrong with that ridiculous, disgusting thing you just said!" screamed Vriska, and jumping into the air, she swung her cutlass, aiming to slice open Gamzee's throat. He easily ducked to avoid the blow.
As if the thought of Gamzee torturing Tavros for twenty years wasn't horrible enough, the mere suggestion of bepreggardry, or whatever the fuck it was called, being a physical possibility, was really sending her over the edge. She screamed, slicing the air wildly with the cutlass; her mind a seething, relentless torrent of unfathomable hatred. He stood there, grinning and dodged every skillful, well-practiced blow.
"...But try to take him from me and I'll motherfucking kill you," Gamzee said as though continuing his previous monologue without interruption. "Bein' all up and prepared for the motherfuckin' future is motherfuckin' choice, if you ask me, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna' let myself get rundown by a fat, pregnant, bitch!"
She screamed and lunged at him with the knife again. This time it sliced a hole in his black t-shirt before he managed to move out of the way. He stumbled and in the split second it took for him to regain his balance, she swung the blade again and chopped off a few of his fingers. A torrent of purple blood squirted from the grotesque stumps that remained.
It wasn't enough just to kill him, she decided. She was going to make him pay for damaging her property...until he begged for death.
He swung his fist and hit her in the face. She felt her nose snap, and heard the sick crunching noise of the shattering cartilage as sticky, warm blood dripped down from her nostrils. There was no time to react; she knew she had to make him pay, and fast. She moved suddenly, slicing the lunatic across the chest with her cutlass. He reached for the Taser, which was sticking out of the pocket of his pants. She knocked his hand out of the way with the blade of her weapon. He withdrew his bloody palm and she noted that he was beginning to slow down. Clearly groggy from blood loss, he staggered, and she snatched the Taser from his pocket.
"Come on!" she screamed shooting electricity from the end of the wand-shaped Taser. "Come and fucking get me!"
He charged toward her, swinging his fist at her face, and she dodged the blow, digging the end of the Taser into his stomach. She electrocuted him and he screamed, falling to his knees as his fingers twitched involuntarily. She kept her finger on the button of the Taser, waiting for him to fall down dead, but he didn't. He just kept screaming and twitching, sliding slowly onto the ground as the blood that ran from the stumps of his missing fingers pooled around him. A subjugator, apparently, was extremely difficult to electrocute to death, which was just fine with Vriska. She wanted him to suffer before he was slaughtered, the way that he had made the boy who was her property suffer.
"Why!" she screamed, continuing to jolt him with electricity. "Won't!" His fanged mouth opened involuntarily and he began to drool, mindless, struggling to stay conscious as he lay there slopping around in the growing pool of his own urine. "You!" He bit his tongue and rivulets of purple blood cascaded down his chin, as he continued to flail, eye lids flickering, legs kicking against the stone floor. His agonized shriek reverberated against narrow walls of the coffin-like passageway. "Die!"
"Vriska, stop it!" Karkat shouted, rising quickly from the place where he had fallen. "You'll kill him!"
"Back the fuck off, Karkat! I'm trying to kill him!" snarled Vriska.
In hindsight, she supposed it should have been obvious that Karkat would attempt to impede her plans in this way. It was fairly obvious to her now that Karkat had not come with her to help rescue Tavros, but to protect Gamzee. Not only that, but the way that Karkat had just jumped up from the floor led her to believe (accurately) that he had pretended to be badly injured and just laid down on the fucking floor, anticipating that she would probably go nuts and try to murder Gamzee if she were successful in subduing him.
Karkat tackled her and wrestled the Taser from her hand. Quickly, snapping it in half before she had a chance to wrestle it back from him.
"It's not his fault, Vriska!" Karkat shouted defensively. "It's the just the drugs...the drugs made him crazy and then the withdraw made him even crazier. I guess I'm partially the blame for that...I just..."
Vriska walked over to Gamzee who lay unconscious on the floor, in a pool of his own blood and urine. She reached into the pocket on her grey jacket and withdrew a pair of handcuffs which she used to secure the subjugulator's hands behind his back. Then withdrew a second pair of cuffs from her other jacket pocket and used them to secure his ankles.
"...I just...didn't know that quitting it cold turkey would send him over the edge like that..." continued Karkat. "...I know that he's done some pretty...some pretty fucking terrible things-but damn it, he's still my friend...and he doesn't deserve to die like that! He needs help...and I'll be a fuck wrangling nub-munch if I'm not gonna' try and help him."
"Fine, OK, whatever, I don't care anyway," said Vriska. "But you better keep him locked the fuck up...or so help me, I will kill him."
Karkat nodded in agreement.
Eridan stood up from the place where he had fallen on the floor, and strolled over to them as though nothing had just happened. There was a hole in his shirt on the shoulder were he had been stabbed, and just visible underneath was the frayed fabric of what was surely the best body armor that money could buy.
"Oh good, you got him," he said.
Vriska rolled her eyes.
"Don't tell me you were fucking faking it," she said.
"Are you actually that surprised." responded Eridan.
"Actually, no," conceded Vriska.
Oh well, she thought. Getting back upstairs with all of these people who weren't fit to walk was going ridiculously difficult, without a few able bodied men to drag them up the steps.
"Ok...," said Vriska after a few moments of contemplation. "Eridan, here's what I want you to do. Carry Sollux back up stairs and leave him with Feferi so that she can patch up his injury. Karkat, you take Gamzee to that dungeony area and lock him up. Eridan, make sure he does it. I'm going to leave Gamzee's cellphone with Aradia. So when you're upstairs, find Equius, give him Sollux's cellphone with the GPS on it, and tell him to track her back to this spot, so that he can repair her. Then when the two of them come back upstairs, they can carry Terezi with them. Do all of these things without fucking it up or pissing me off and you will be rewarded."
Eridan nodded, and picked Sollux up off of the ground, throwing him over one shoulder as he began to carry him in the direction they had come. After a few steps he turned back, waiting for Karkat.
"You know your plan is great and everything," said Karkat to Vriska. "But you forgot about Tavros...that is...if he's still alive."
"That's his wheel chair over there," said Vriska, pointing to a wheelchair that was partially covered in a cloth, sitting in the corner of the room. "I can just dump him back in that and wheel him back upstairs.
"Fine, ok, that's fair enough. I don't think that Eridan can carry him anyway," said Karkat, and he hoisted Gamzee up by the chain connecting the pair of handcuffs that bound his arms and dragged him along. Immediately, he began bitching and swearing and complaining about how heavy he was and how he was sure his arm would fall off if he dragged Gamzee another inch, but Vriska ignored all of this, confident that her slave Eridan would ensure the success of this mission, and prevent any foreseeable treachery and/or laziness on the part of Karkat.
Yes, she thought, walking over to a narrow cement door, very confident that this would lead her to the location of her stolen property. She felt her broken nose with her prosthetic arm, and ceasing its painful, twisted contours between her thumb and forefinger, snapped it quickly back into place. Yes, I am the fixer of obvious problems...the problem fixer extraordinaire.
She tried the handle of the door, and was surprised to find it unlocked. The handle twisted easily and the door swung open. She stepped inside.
Quickly, she scanned the room looking for Tavros. At first she saw nothing, except for a lot of pipes running along the ceiling and from the ceiling down to the floor. There was what looked like a discarded pile of chains and harnesses, a large cardboard box, and a sheet draped over some bizarre, lumpy object. She inched over toward the object, cautiously holding her weapon out in front of her as she moved, checking the floor for traps.
Vriska reached out in front of her grabbed a handful of the sheet and pulled it onto the ground, gasping as she saw the thing that had been concealed underneath.
It was Tavros, bloody, beaten, and barely conscious; his hips elevated by a metal bench; his neck and wrists bound by a wooden stockade.
"Tavros..." she said, reaching out to touch his bruised, tear-stained face. His eyes were closed; his mouth open and dripping blood. Suddenly, all of her previous convictions to distance herself from him disappeared. She patted him on the shoulder in a place where there were no injuries so that she wouldn't hurt him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but knew that this would apply a painful pressure to the deep slices in his tortured skin, and so resisted this compassionate instinct.
"Tavros..." she said again, rubbing his shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. "Tavros...are you ok?
"Uuuughhh..." Tavros groaned. His eyes opened slightly and then shut tight again.
"You're...you're safe now. He's gone," she said, hoping to dispel whatever fear he might have about Gamzee's imminent return. "I'm going to saw through this restraint and then we'll...and then we'll get out of here and you can get the medical attention that you need."
"Nnnghhh...oww...I feel really...r-really dizzy and n-not good..." Tavros slurred between moans, his head slumped down further, as though he didn't have the strength to hold it up anymore.
Vriska began to saw through the lock on the restraint with her cutlass, and through the sound of metal scraping against metal she said: "Shhh...it's ok, you're going to be ok."
She finished sawing through the lock on the restraint and it clattered onto the ground. She pried the stockade open, and he slipped backward, his chest hitting the ground. He moaned and lay limply in the place where he had landed
Tavros began to weep quietly.
"...I-I'm so ashamed," he stuttered.
"Oh...oh, Tavy, you don't have anything to be ashamed about. None of this is your fault," Vriska whispered, and she stopped what she was doing temporarily to stroke his hair. "I'm going to go get your wheelchair now...and wheel you back upstairs, and then Feferi will patch you up the way she used to do with those cuttlefish back on Alternia...Everything's going to be ok...you'll see."
Vriska turned to go get the wheelchair, and she felt Tavros' hand close around her ankle. She turned back around and looked down to see Tavros, lying face down on the floor. With some effort, he lifted his head and looked up at her imploringly.
"...Don't leave me...Don't l-leave me down h-here," he moaned, his voice, groggy; barely audible.
She knelt down and brushed the mop of black hair away from his sweaty, grey forehead.
"I'll be right back, I promise," she said.
Tavros loosened his grip on her ankle and she darted into the next room, finding the wheel chair, which she had previously left in the corner where she had found it. Then she wheeled it back into the room where Tavros was lying. She looked at the wheelchair and then at Tavros and then at the wheelchair and then at Tavros. Then she said:
"Shit, I didn't think about this. How am I supposed to lift you?"
Immediately, she regretted having sent Eridan and Karkat back up without her. At the time it had seemed like a good idea. After all, Sollux had been seriously wounded, and probably needed to be operated on right away. She couldn't have made them wait...and besides. She had really wanted to be reunited with Tavros, alone, and without any annoying comments from her piers; completely free of the temptation to behave as though she didn't care; in the absence of their judgment.
"Ok, I'm going to try to lift you without hurting you now...," she said taking a deep breath. "Here we go."
She knelt down and wrapped her arms around the back of him. He cringed and yelped as she brushed against his injuries and slid her arms under his arm pits, managing with some difficulty to standup and lift the upper half of him off of the ground. He was heavy, like a sack of bricks. She swore, feeling her grip on his bloody body falter. He slipped from her grasp and hit the floor again.
"Ow!"
"...Wait, I can do it," said Vriska. "Let me try it again."
"No...no...It...it hurts!"
"It'll all be over soon, Tavros. Just a few minutes up to the main floor and then you can lie down and rest."
She grabbed him under the armpits and attempted to lift him again.
"Shit, shit!" she swore feeling her grip on him loosen. "I don't think I can lift you. You're too heavy!"
She dropped him and his face and chest hit the cement.
"Ouch!" he cried out indignantly. "S-stop it! No more!"
Vriska sat down next to him on the floor, and brushed the hair out of his face again. She removed a clean handkerchief from her pocket and began to wipe the blood and tears from his cringing face.
"I know the last time I saw you, we didn't really part on good terms," said Vriska quietly. "I said some things that I didn't actually mean...I did it because I thought I was doing the right thing...but I realize now...that I probably should have done the wrong thing...If that makes any sense."
"...What are you talking about?" asked Tavros.
Vriska finished cleaning Tavros' face, then wiped his nose with the handkerchief and discarded it on the floor. She explained the incident with Equius and how he had said that he would not operate on Tavros' legs as long as he was in a relationship with her. As she was explaining this, she spotted a discarded towel on the cement floor, stood up, walked over to it, picked it up and draped it over Tavros' naked body. She'd probably have to call a couple of other trolls to pick him up and carry him back upstairs, and when that happened, as much as possible, she wanted to minimize his embarrassment.
Tavros laughed.
"...Oh, that's uh...that's ok. I've been using the wheel chair for a pretty long time so I'm pretty used to it. It's not really a big deal. I mean, it uh...it bothered me a lot when I was a kid, but I'm pretty used to it now. I rather have you than my legs anyway."
I'd rather have you than my legs anyway. What a comment to throw out there so off-handedly. What an awful judge of character.
"…Oh Tavros!" Vriska wept, throwing her arms around him.
"St-stop it, Vriska. You're...you're h-hurting me."
Vriska withdrew.
"Ow...ow, my back," Tavros moaned.
Vriska massaged the back of his neck, which was bruised from being bound but otherwise uninjured, and wept for a few moments overcome with joy at having found him alive.
"Please...p-please don't cry," he said.
"…I'm not crying," said Vriska, wiping the blue tears that lingered on her face away with her sleeve. "Shut up."
She dialed Eridan on her phone and sent him a text, instructing him to get a few people who could carry Tavros up the steps and bring them down to the place where they were. He messaged her back and said that he was right on it.
"The others are going to come down here in a few minutes and carry you out of this place," said Vriska, patting his arm.
"...W-will you k-kiss me and make the pain feel better?" said Tavros.
Vriska, lay down next to him on the floor, and turned on her side, kissing him on the forehead.
"Of course," she said.
Review or I won't update. See this. This is my serious face -) -_- This face means that I am serious as a heart attack. Write some kind of feedback. Did you love it or hate it? Editing in this chapter is super lazy. Perhaps, more so than usual. So later I might go back and correct some things.
If you are one of the people who requested I post the chapter that I was talking about previously, request it in your review and if I get at least twenty signed reviews requesting it (anonymous reviews don't count because for all I know they can all be from the same person)I will post it in a flash back chapter that can easily be skipped by anyone who doesn't want to read it. Signed reviewers who don't want me to write it need not mention it at all. As much as possible, I'm trying to please everyone here, let me know how well it's working out. Also, for those of you who don't seem to have noticed this, as far as sex scenes go, I only write straight sex and male bondage. So if you're looking for something else you should probably look elsewhere.
Since this story has such a more impressive following than any story I've ever posted before, I will definitely be finishing it, but only if it keeps being reviewed. Well, I'm off to write some crap about One Piece. One of the main characters is a cool muscle guy who gets tied up, starved and beaten in like the first episode so I've recently become a fan. -_-
