A/N: Ok I've been in a Homestuck mood lately so here you guys go. I've changed my writing style a little bit because the perspective I had been using kept feeling awkward to write so it's now more like the comic where YOU are whoever I tell you to be.

Chapter 3: Blood on the snow

The snow.

Kanaya had seen snow all her life, living in Alaska it was hard to get away from it. This was different though, this snow had never seen the likes of man while these 'manmade' structures situated the area, she doubted any man had been here to make them. So the snow was pure, white and untouched it stretched out across the forest floor in a thick white sheet. Even in the dusk of morning it caught the faint light.

Deciding now was good enough you begin rousing the others, you had been given the last watch and so had to wake them at first light. Vriska and Ntasha got up slowly.

Stifling a yawn Ntasha began preparing to move out. "We need to look for supplies today."

"Do you think we should head towards the town?" Kanaya asked.

"I think it's our best bet, granted that's probably what everyone else is thinking as well."

"So we might have to fight." Vriska said, more as a statement than a question.

Ntasha just nodded her head.

They moved slowly towards the center of the valley stopping whenever they saw something worth searching, and by the end of the day had some supplies. They decided to camp in a small house on the side of a hill overlooking the town, far enough away that they should be safe, but close enough to get easily to the town.

Be Kanaya.

You sit on the roof of your small hideout, having climbed out of a window of the small house where Vriska and Ntasha were setting up camp, it is your job to lookout for anyone coming in. It is dreadfully cold and you are glad you had extra winter gear among your belongings, unlike some of the other mutants. Ntasha had an extra wool beanie that she had given to you, but you now wish for a scarf or face wrap like Ntasha has. Your chainsaw sits in the snow next to you on the roof, you frown slightly at it, while it is something you are somewhat familiar with using as a weapon from your time roleplaying, the motor will be loud if you have to start it, and that could draw unwanted attention, although it is also a fear-inspiring weapon and merely starting it may be enough to avoid a fight. After a while Vriska climbs out onto the roof and stands next to you.

"See anything?"

"No, not even an animal."

Vriska just hmph's.

You both sit there for a moment as the sun begins setting over the valley's far edge.

"So what do you think of Ntasha?" Vriska asks suddenly.

"She seems like a good person to me, someone we can count on to help us through this."

Vriska nods. "I think you're probably right, but she's gonna have to prove herself if she wants to be leader of this team."

"I'm not sure that is her intention."

"What'd you mean? It seems like she's taking the lead whenever we have a decision to make."

"Mmm, but I think she is not doing it because she thinks she should be leader, but that she is doing what she feels is the best course of action for survival."

"Doesn't that make her the leader anyway?"

"Only if we attach that title to her, I do not believe she will ever assume that title on her own."

"Hmmm."

Be Ntasha.

The house luckily has a small fireplace on the first floor, you didn't lite a fire in it until after dark so the smoke would not be seen, but now that it is lit you are glad. Having lived in Siberia all your life you are used to being cold but a warm fire is always nice, as is warm food even though it is not particularly choice food, a few cans of soup and vegetables were thrown together in a large pot that was in the house to make a meal for the night. You haven't eaten anything all day and even though the soup isn't very good you don't care. Kanaya also finds a kettle and makes tea using pine needles, the needles aren't the best flavoring but it is a warm beverage, and it rousts the last of the cold from deep in your bones.

With that done you take the first watch again as Kanaya and Vriska quickly fall asleep, again you sit with the familiar weight of your halberd laying across your lap, the weapon is not particularly flashy, made of simple materials, but against opponents wearing no armor it will serve just fine, while a halberd is a fairly difficult weapon to wield effectively, in the right hands it can be deadly having the reach of a spear and the weight and power of a battle axe.

Through the long hours of the watch you think on what should be done tomorrow, heading into town is your best bet for finding the supplies you and your team members will need to survive, but it also increases the chance of running into another team, while you will eventually need to fight another team, you'd rather stack the deck in your favor by using and ambush or traps to assist you, running into another team unexpectedly makes the fight much fairer, a fair fight does not support survival as much as an unfair fight.

The next morning finds you and your team tired but alive another day, two days of less than normal sleep is beginning to affect everyone, you can see it in the bags under their eyes and the occasional clumsiness of your own hands, you need to qualify quickly and then get out of dodge before your team is too worn out to fight.

"Alright, well keep this as our camp for now, let's head into the town and get some supplies."

Vriska and Kanaya simply nod collecting a few essentials before following you down to the town. You walk along a small road that leads to the town so as not to leave a trail in the snow that leads all the way back to your base. You search a few small buildings on the outskirts of town before entering it proper.

You stand at the end of a block of residential houses, there are several cars parked on both sides of the street and you stand wondering if they are worth searching, or going right for the houses. Kanaya is peering through the windows into one of the cars and Vriska is digging through the snow next to one, she pulls a perfectly round white orb out of the snow.

"What is that?" You ask her.

She holds it in her left hand examining it. "It's a cue ball, I felt it when I almost stepped on it."

"That's a little suspicious."

"You think s-"

Vriska is interrupted as the small ball explodes violently in her face. A lot of things happen very fast, you watch as Vriska goes down behind the car, the snow now spattered with blue blood, as you begin to run towards her something wizzes past your face burning across your cheek, and causing you to stumble back behind a nearby car, looking towards the end of the street you can see another mutant holding a rifle, he's got a weird purple stripe in his hair and is wearing a long black and purple scarf, two other mutants stand near him one holding a baseball bat, the other a sword. You look back down the street to where Kanaya is also taking cover behind a car.

She dives out and rolls across the street to the car behind you, as a bullet skips off the pavement where she was a moment before. Looking ahead you see Vriska has pulled herself into a sitting position, her entire left arm is missing at the shoulder, and all that is left of her left eye is a ruinous bloody hole, she's badly injured but still conscious. The two other mutants begin moving down the street one towards Vriska and one towards Kanaya and yourself, you need to do something… quickly.

Kanaya breaks from cover again trying to go around the car to get to your position, the car you are hiding behind should block the rifleman's line of sight, but a second later the glass on the car shatters as he fires, the bullet breaking through the front and back window of the car to punch a clean hole straight through Kanaya's stomach. She stumbles and you quickly grab her and pull her the rest of the way into cover as another bullet barely misses. You lay her down next to you, a jade green stain has already begun spreading on her shirt, you quickly pull your facemask scarf off and press it to the wound.

Be the injured girl… Which? erm be Kanaya.

You look up into Ntasha's face as she presses the scarf onto your stomach. "Come on Kanaya, don't die on me." She whispers out, as black tinged tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

You feel so strange, as if the world is fading away around you, then something calls to you, Ntasha's cheek is bleeding from where the first shot grazed her. Wrapping your arms around her neck you pull yourself up to her face to kiss the small wound, after a few moments you weakly drop back to the ground warm blood on your lips. You look back into her face, then into her eyes, the small black veins in her eyes, grow, they spread until the yellow of her eyes has turned completely black surrounding the deep red irises, her pupils stretch into demonic slits as a grim determination sets onto her features.

"I will not die here, We. Will. Not. Die. Here." She says before pushing herself to her feet.

Be the other injured girl.

Pain, it courses through the specter of your lost arm, and runs down your face in hot blue rivulets. You clutch at the ragged tatters of your shoulder in a vain attempt to stop the flow of blood. A sound brings your attention up to the large mutant in front of you holding a baseball bat. You look up into his eye, no, into him. And he obeys, standing stock still as you fix him with your one eyed glare, you aren't certain how long you hold him like that, but your concentration is broken when a loud scream draws his attention away from you, you however seize the opportunity, your sword leaps from your strife deck into your hand and you swing it in a wild slash cutting the mutant across the stomach, he stumbles backwards and falls. Indigo blood coats the edge of your blade as you clumsily crawl over to the downed mutant who is babbling in pain, you end him by thrusting your sword through is heart.

Be omnipotent.

Ntasha stands, her halberd appears in her hand with a puff of black smoke, she walks out into the street. The rifleman fires at her and she jerks her head to the side ever so slightly that the bullet ruffles her hair, she screams at him sharp fangs showing. She stand strait, and begins walking slowly down the street, her footfalls hiss in the snow as her hands alight with a dark black and red flame. The sword wielding mutant jumps in front of her and slashes with his sword, she dodges to the side and sweeps his legs out from beneath him with her leg, and before he even hits the ground she brings the halberd's axe head down on him crushing him to the ground and killing him instantly. Another shot flies at her, she holds her hand up and just as the bullet would hit it, it explodes into a burst of flame. She gathers a ball of fire in her hand and lobs it at the now fleeing rifleman, it lands with a fiery explosion, but the rifleman has escaped.

Be the demon chick.

The red filter fades from your vision and you begin to feel the cold air again, as if coming down from some high, reality comes rushing back and you run towards Vriska as your halberd returns to your strife deck with a puff of smoke. You crouch down next to her.

"What the hell was that?" She asks incredulously.

"Later, brace yourself this is going to hurt."

You grab her injured shoulder, your hand alit with flame, as Vriska gasps in pain as you cauterize the wound. Now worrying less about Vriska bleeding out you turn back towards Kanaya… who is leaning heavily on the car, but standing, your black mask scarf is tied in a neat bow around her stomach, a dark green stain in the center. You quickly run over to her and grab her before she falls, she wraps her arms around you and sinks her teeth into your neck. You gasp briefly at the four sharp pinprick of pain, but relax as a warm sensation spreads from your neck throughout your body, to form a somewhat… pleasurable, experience. After a few moments she releases you and leans back heavily on the car black blood running from the corners of her mouth, she looks up to you breathing heavily.

"I think I'll be alright."

You kind of just stare dumbly at her and nod your head.

"Soooo, anyone else find out they have weird powers?" Vriska speaks up, her eye now wrapped in a ripped piece of fabric.

Kanaya and you slowly nod at her.

A/N: Well there you go, hope you enjoyed, and I'd love to hear what you think about it.