"Fuck!" grunted Tristan as he cut himself grabbing holo-Pearls sword. He pulled her forward and cut her arm off before cutting her in half.
"Not bad." Said Pearl as she approached Tristan "but next time, try to not be as barbaric and get injured. Then maybe we can make your warm up harder.""
"I almost regret this." Said Tristan as he wiped his forehead with a towel.
"What was that?" asked Pearl
"Nothing." Said Tristan as he summoned two sabres "let's continue."
"Are you sure you don't need a break?" asked Pearl "you look really tired."
"I'm fine." Said Tristan "now give me your best."
"Are you sure?" asked Pearl "you're better than Connie, but you don't seem to have as much stamina."
"I'm pushing myself for a reason." Said Tristan "now hurry up and get ready."
"Fine." Said Pearl wielding two swords. Tristan lunged forward, using brute force to push her back before jumping to the side and trying to stab at her legs. Pearl jumped up high onto a pillar, with Tristan in hot pursuit. She balanced herself while Tristan chose speed over carefulness. Jumping from pillar to pillar, trying to reach Pearl. Tristan slashed at her neck, barely scratching her before blocking her fast barrage of attacks. Crashing and rolling on the ground before sprinting at Pearl as she landed perfectly. Tristan stabbed and swung his sabre's as fast as he could, nothing fancy like twisting and jumping. Just fast and powerful. Tristan finally found an opening and went for it, stabbing Pearl in the shoulder while she stabbed him in the stomach. Pearl kicked him into a wall and brought her sword to his throat. "Not bad." Said Pearl "but your still a few thousand years too young to be beating me."
Tristan scowled as he forced his blood to stop flowing out and into his hand "again."
"Again?" said Pearl "wasn't that enough?"
"This is training." Said Tristan "there is no enough."
"I like your train of thought." Said Pearl as she and Tristan got ready to fight again.
"Damn it." Said a shirtless and sweaty Tristan as his legs hung off the side of the arena "she's not even giving it her all!"
"She will eventually." Said Garnet as she sat next to Tristan "just give it a week."
"Sure." Said Tristan "it's like you said that one time. I'm good, but I'm not that good."
"Hey, where did your ego go?" asked Garnet "I thought that you were the best."
"Shut up." Said Tristan as he stood up and began walking over to the warp pad.
"Don't forget to put on a shirt!" said Garnet as she tossed him his shirt. Tristan caught it and put it on as he left the arena and warped back to the house.
"Back already?" asked Amethyst
"Shut up." Said Tristan as he walked out the door "wait, where's Steven?"
"What do you mean?" asked Amethyst
"He's not in bed." Said Tristan pointing to the empty room
"Oh." Said Amethyst "I'm sure he's fine."
"You should look for him." Said Tristan as he walked out the door
"But why me?" grumbled Amethyst as she looked under the bed
"Your back late." Said Keith "at a bar?"
"I wish." Said Tristan "if I could still get drunk than we'd have twenty different coolers full of beer."
"Why don't we?" asked Keith "I could sure as hell use some great tasting morphine."
"You'd be on the floor screaming about how you did nothing with your life, blaming it all on the economy and your job." Said Tristan grabbing ingredients out of the fridge
"I've never done that!" said Keith
"You only do that!" said Tristan as he began heating up a pan.
"Please tell me you're not just cooking eggs again?" asked Keith
"Don't worry." Said Tristan as he grabbed a cutting board "I have other ingredients."
"For the last god damn time." Said Keith "no more eggs! That's all you've given me for the past few days."
"That's all I learned how to cook before it happened." Said Tristan
"Really?" asked Keith "didn't your parents own a restaurant?"
"Yeah." Said Tristan "but we don't have the proper ingredients for those recipes and I don't want to get off my lazy ass and go to the store."
"I hate you." Said Keith leaning back on the couch.
"Not as much as you hate my cooking." Said Tristan handing he plate over to Keith
"You got that right." Said Keith as he began eating a finally decent omelet.
"Get out here, now!" said Garnet as she barged into the light house. Tristan didn't question it, he relearned to not ask any questions. He simply followed Garnet's orders. "It's about Steven, he's floating in the air."
"What!?" Said Tristan as he looked into the sky, and there he was. Just floating down, like a feather. "How is this possible?"
"Rose had the power to regulate the speed of her descent." Said Garnet
"So why doesn't he just come down?" asked Tristan
"That's that problem." Said Garnet "he doesn't know how too."
"Oh." Said Tristan as he saw Pearl on the beach running around, ready to catch a floating Steven.
"So it's gonna be awhile before he comes down." Said Garnet as she and Tristan landed on the beach "and we need your help keeping Steven company."
"You made me panic over that?" asked Tristan
"It was important that you came." Said Garnet
"Are you gonna tell me why?" asked Tristan
"Nope." Said Garnet as she walked over to Pearl and Amethyst
"Great." Said Tristan as he followed her "just great."
"So what's next?" asked Tristan as Garnet landed from the sky.
"Now it's your turn to entertain him." Said Garnet "and before you say anything, no. Checkers is boring enough as it is, you should do something interesting."
"Like read him a book?" asked Tristan, not quite getting it.
"Not quite." Said Garnet "but you're getting close."
"Care to give me a hint as to what the hell you want me to do?" asked Tristan
"It's up to you, whether or not you want to do it." Said Garnet
"Do what?" asked Tristan "I'm done with your fucking mind games. What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say?"
"That's up to you." Said Garnet
"Goddamn it." Said Tristan as he jumped up to Steven, grabbing a hold of his leg.
"Oh, hey Tristan." Said Steven "what do you want to do?"
"That's up to you." Said Tristan
"Um…" said Steven "how about a story?"
"Sure." Said Tristan "what book do you want me to read?"
"Not like that." Said Steven "I want you to tell me a story about you!"
"You're kidding me, right?" asked Tristan "my stories are just full of blood and gore. You would start crying!"
"But there has to be a time when you were happy!" said Steven "when you were young and innocent."
"I guess." Said Tristan "but it's been years since I've even thought about those times."
"Come on, please!" Begged Steven "I'm so bored!"
"Fine." Said Tristan "I'll tell you about a time before the killing. I was in middle school, I was fairly quiet. With only a few friends that I'd known for almost ten years. Though quiet I was violent, not physically. But I would imagine how I would kill someone when I got bored. How I would run away, and repeat it. It was always my dream to be a hitman, working for some large criminal organization, or hell, even the government if I could. And I wasn't violent because I hated people, I was violent because I got bored of everything. It was all too easy, there was almost nothing that I hadn't done. It was an empty existence. But one day, everyone forgot about me. Just like that, like, poof. I woke up and my parents drove me out of the house because they didn't know who I was. I went to school and everyone stared at me because I was just some kid that they'd never seen before. Even my oldest friends couldn't say my name. It was pure insanity, nothing felt right. It was like someone had erased me from existence all together. That was when I realized I could do what I had dreamed all along. If I was truly erased from existence than I could do whatever I want. And that included killing. So I grabbed a knife from the school kitchen and killed security. They never even saw it coming, it just happened. I than moved on to those whom use to treat me like shit, stabbing them with so much intensity that it hurt to hold the blade. I moved on to teachers I knew, and last but not least. My very best friends. The ones that forgot about me when I needed them the most. I killed them one by one, each one's death slower than the last. That was when I heard the police sirens. I ran faster than I had ever before. I took a secret path that only I and my friends knew about. Imagine my surprise when I saw one of my oldest friends walking to school late on the path. I got ready to kill him, but he remembered me! He said my name before I stabbed him through the mouth. I didn't think much of it until much later when the police had completely lost me. I hid inside my house, forgetting that my parents had thrown me out. My dad came home and found me all bloodied and tired. He tied me up and threw me in the basement. I had known that I got most of my cruelty from my dad, and brains from my mom. But I'd never known my dad's darkest secret, his attraction to young boys. Of course he would never molest his own son, but he didn't know me. And right now, to him, I looked like the perfect target to him. When my mom found out he killed her and fucked her dead corpse right in front of me. I struggled against the chains but I was just a little kid with a fucked up head back then. He raped me and cut me, he even almost sold me on the black market. But before he could, he wanted one last time with me. So I bite off his cock and killed him, unlocked my chains. And took as much money as I could before leaving. I did many illegal jobs for a year before getting picked up by the organization. They taught me mostly everything I know today, and they knew everything about me. In later years I tortured someone with information that told me how they'd been targeting me for years. Saying how they'd drugged the entire community and anyone that knew me, giving them permanent amnesia about me. Of course they had connections everywhere so it was easy for them to pull my name from the books. And it was then that I realized that my friend on the trail hadn't been effected. He'd been out of town that week and came back late. So when he saw me, he came to say hi. Not attack me, and I'd killed him. I realized this two years too late. And I realized that it was the organizations fault that I'd been raped by my dad. It was because of them that killing became a bore. I was so good at it that there came no joy, no rush. Until Homeworld took me." Tristan looked over at a zoned out Steven "Steven?"
Steven shook his head "I'm sorry, I'm kind of tired so I zoned out for a bit. You were saying something about school being boring? That's sad to hear, I thought school would be fun."
"If you thought that was sad, you would've sobbed uncontrollably at the rest." Said Tristan as he let go and landed on the beach.
"You did it." Said Garnet
"Why didn't you just ask me to tell you?" asked Tristan "instead of listening through Steven's phone."
"I wanted you to tell it willingly." Said Garnet "this isn't an interrogation."
"Fair enough." Said Tristan "I'm going back to the lighthouse, I'm tired."
"Sure thing." Said Garnet "you deserve it."
Sorry my uploading is so inconsistent; I've been very busy with school and have been very sick as well. So I'll try to keep up with this, but you might have to wait awhile depending on what I have to do. I love you all, Goodnight.