Flying colors
Hi! So this is my first fan fiction. please don't hold it against me if its bad! It probably will be. Im making this stuff up as I go. My moirail will probably edit this. Idk if she will have time though so this might be self edited. Also, school has started so idk how often I will update or how good it will be. So that's pretty much everything! Oh, and remember to review!
Chapter 1: The man with the makeup
Tavros ran down the street. It had only been a week since he had gotten his new pair of legs. They weren't useless and weren't made of metal. Equius had just developed a new type of software where he could genetically recreate certain parts of the body. He told Tav that he had been particularly focusing on limbs since him and Vriska were having constant malfunctions with their robotic appendages. He was turning a corner when he was knocked down by a pinkish purple blur. He looked at the troll towering above him. It was a male. Medium height. Skinny. Obviously a sea dweller. Wearing striped pants, glasses, a scarf and… cape? He had a purple stripe in his hair, a gun… and by the looks of it, he was royalty.
"uhh, h-hello. Im s-so sorry. I didn't m-mean to run into y-you uhh, mister h-highblood uh, s-sir.." Tavros tripped over his words.
"Quiet mudblood! I nevver instructed you to talk!" he spat viciously. "noww, noww, wwhat havve wwe here? A lost little land dwweller?"
"w-well. This i-is land…" he whispered.
The sea dweller shot a bullet into the sky. "im starting to get bored peasant." He said loudly. He shot at Tav. He didn't hit him… THAT time. The second shot he was successful. Tav could feel the bullet tearing through flesh, muscle, grazing bone. He could feel the bullet go through his shoulder and collide with the pavement. He was cocking his gun to shoot again when a club smacked his attacker in the back of his head. He went down hard. There was a very small trickle of blood coming from the nape of his neck. Tavros' vision was starting to dim and get a little blurry. He looked around him. There was a fairly big puddle of dark amber blood surrounding him. He felt strong arms picking him up. He felt a sense of security. He looked at the face of the man who was carrying him. A white face was defined with big splotches of dark grey. He couldn't tell where they really were. The man was trying to tell him something. But he didn't hear it. Because there was a ringing in his ears and then everything went black. The last thing he could make out was a voice in the back of his head saying, 'this is the end…'
I know. This is a really short (and bad :oC)chapter. I had writers block. As was predicted, this was self edited. After a solid week of waiting, I FIANALLY edited it myself. I also probably shoulda e mailed it instead of texting it… -_-; The next chapter will be longer and better. I swear. If not you have permission to kill me. Not really. Only my moirail does. You can help her though. Maybe. Its up to her. I thought about being more descriptive with the shoulder wound but I was lazy. Im really sorry. Itll be better soon. Bye!