Gamzee had to wait until he was sober to specifically lay out his plan. Feferi had went to his house, and it was terrifying. He was focused. In his eyes was a certain bloodlust that bore too many similarities to his father. She saw Mr. Makara glancing at Gamzee more than once, a terrifying smile etched on his face. She was shivering.
Now they were here. Gamzee's plan required the help of two people. One had to be Sollux, who hacked into street cameras to give them a good idea of where the Summoner was. She had only told him the bare minimum of what would happen. The other was who Gamzee had intended to be Eridan, but Feferi had chosen Cronus instead. It gave her the opportunity to give his leather jacket back.
In the two weeks they had spent planning, Gamzee had been coaching her in the use of firearms. In her hands was a gun as opposed to her trident. The handle was slick with the sweat from her hands.
Gamzee was beside her, his phone in his hand. They were both on the roof of a relatively small apartment building, only four stories small. Sollux was at his house, keeping Gamzee updated on the Summoner's location. In five minutes, he would walk by, and Feferi would shoot.
Her heart was pounding in her ears. Her vision wasn't shaky. She felt an eerie sense of calm. Gamzee was muttering things under his breath. Some of them were kind words to her, trying to relax her nonexistent nerves. Gamzee has been sober since the start of their planning. He was gradually beginning to twitch more and more. She would place a hand on his shoulder if she wasn't afraid he would tear it off in a fit of confused rage.
The seconds dragged by with constant updates from Sollux. Cronus was stationed below them, one of his guns hidden in his jacket. He was glancing from side to side. Then Gamzee's head snapped up. He nearly fell off the roof from how far he leaned over the edge. Cronus was looking in the same direction. Feferi follow their gaze.
One of the biggest lowbloods she had ever seen came walking Cronus's way. He was tall and muscular. His bull horns came out at least two feet on each end, curving to a tall upward point. He was dressed in entirely black leather, and the tips of his black hair was dyed red. His wings, a mutation that would have been a death sentence on Alternia, were bronze and looked as though they were made of gauze. He was easily the most beautiful troll she had ever seen.
As he walked past Cronus, Cronus looked up at them and began to follow him. Feferi took careful aim at the Summoner's back. She pulled the trigger without feeling. The stun dart hit the Summoner square in the back. He turned around and looked up, already looking dizzy. Cronus grabbed him and shot him with another dart, this time in the stomach. The dosage was enough to put down a horse, or a troll the Summoner's size. Cronus struggled under his weight, but was able to keep him upright until Gamzee and Feferi joined him. Together, they carried him into the apartment building.
This was the building Gamzee used to live in. It operated under the sacred rules of criminals. Nobody said anything about anyone. Gamzee kicked down a door. An old human was sitting on the floor, a needle pressed to his skin. "Get the fuck out," Gamzee said, his voice level and dripping with threats. The human scrammed.
They dropped the Summoner on the floor. Feferi pulled ropes out of her bag and they began to tie his arms and legs together. Each second was wearing Feferi's conscience down.
In a few minutes, Cronus would administer another dosage, and Feferi and Gamzee would size of a good portion of his horns. Then they would deliver him back to a member of the Knights, a gang who had received many jobs involving the death of the Summoner. It was cruel, inhumane. But she wouldn't deliver the killing blow, and that eased her conscience.
Then it all went wrong. The Summoner began to stir before they expected. "Be quiet," Gamzee growled. He squirmed and began to yell at them, incoherent and gargled words. "Shut the fuck up!" Gamzee shouted. Cronus grabbed Feferi's arms and pulled her away, standing in front of her protectively. "Shut the fuck up!" Gamzee jumped up, and Feferi pushed Cronus's arm down so she could try and grab him. Cronus wrapped his other arm around her waist and spun her away.
"Look away," he whispered, nuzzling his face in her neck. She closed her eyes and started breathing rapidly. Gamzee shrieked and the smack of skin on skin contact rang through the room. The Summoner yelped in pain. Then he began screaming, pleading for it to stop. Cronus gripped her tighter, and she shifted so he could keep her in a hug. After an eternity it stopped, though it kept ringing through her ears.
Cronus let go of her and put his head in his hands, beginning to hyperventilate. Feferi looked at the bronze stained room. Gamzee's face and hands were covered in the stuff. "Hey. Hey, Gamzee?"
"What?" he asked, still lethal.
"Let's get you home. How does sopor sound?"
"Real nice, sis," Gamzee sighed.
"That's right, Gamzee. Let's get you home. Want to help me take him home, Cronus?"
Cronus looked ready to refuse, but he stared at Feferi for a few moments. All of his resolve melted away. "Yeah, I'll help you Fef."
"No," Gamzee said, thoughtful again. "Someone needs to hide the fucking body. I can do it if you want."
"No," Feferi replied hurriedly. "How about Cronus cleans it up."
"Oh fuck off, you're lucky you're pretty," Cronus groaned. "Get the poor kid home."
Feferi began to lead Gamzee home. He wasn't leaning on her, she simply had a grip on his wrist and was leading him. He was silent, and would occasionally wipe some of the blood away on his already filthy shirt.
Oh god, she'd have to burn that shirt for him. And then bleach her hand. Oh god, it was so sticky.
Oh god, this was the remnant of Tavros's dad!
"Hey, Gamzee?" Feferi asked, tentatively.
"Yeah?" Gamzee replied. Feferi glanced around. They were close to Gamzee's home.
"Talk to Tavros lately?"
"Not in a few days, no." Gamzee replied. Then it struck him. "Oh fuck."
"Don't freak out, Gamzee."
"Feferi, shit!"
"Gamzee, it will be okay. We'll get you some sopor-"
"No! I can't tell him I fucking killed his dad if I'm high! Shit, Feferi, I love him so much!"
"Gamzee!" Feferi grabbed his other arm and looked him in the eye. There was a wild, scared look. "Gamzee, look at me. Tavros is stronger than anyone gives him credit for. This is just as much my fault as it is Cronus's and yours. We will be honest and help him and carry on like we always do."
"I need to tell him now," Gamzee sobbed.
Feferi nodded. "Okay, I'll call him and put him on speaker, is that okay?" Gamzee nodded and she dialed Tavros's number. After a few rings he picked up.
"Hey! What's up Fef?"
"I'm sorry Tavbro!" Gamzee yelled. Feferi pulled him closer and kissed his forehead.
"It's okay Gamzee," she whispered.
"Gamzee's there? What's the matter?"
"I killed him Tav, I didn't mean to Tav buddy but I snapped and he's gone and I'm so sorry Tavbro I love you bro you have to believe me Tav!" Gamzee began hyperventilating. Feferi began to rub his back and whisper reassurances to him.
"Killed who? Feferi, what's he talking about?" Panic was growing in Tavros's voice.
"I'll explain everything soon. I'm going to be at your house in a few minutes, I need to make sure Gamzee is okay," Feferi said. Then, with her voice filled with regret, she said, "I'm so sorry."