AND THERE YOU WERE THINKING YOU HAD GOTTEN RID OF ME!
No I'm back and Heart and Spade continues!
I'm honestly surprised that so many people (okay only barely even ten people BUT THAT'S STILL LOTS TO ME!) showed interest! I went back and read the first segment, if you will, and oh my god it sucked! There were so many mistakes and what-not..anyway I tried to edit this more successfully...but it's just me all on my little lonesome, writing all by herself! (Btw I'm lookin' for a semi-willin' editor...)

Oh my god and now I'm rambling...anyway I tried to make this longer...and better...I'll try to upload faster!
Happy reading, beloved reader!

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There were the screaming sounds of metal on metal as Heaven and Hell collided, angels and demon's fighting in the bodies of men. Cries of pain, gurgles of death,pleads of help. Karkat Vantas parried a well aimed blow to his hip with his left sickle, dancing in a 360 degree turn, swinging his arm opposite his faceless opponent around. He ended the dainty move by slicing across the angel's throat, his holy blood staining Karkat's grey tinged skin. Yellow and red eyes scanned the battle field. Hopelessly outnumbered.

Hopelessly.

"Fucking shit!" He spat, ducking as his next angelic opponent swung a mace at his head from the bare back of a beautiful mare, barely missing his nubby yellow and dusky orange horns. His thick, inky black hair was torn away from his face in a sudden viscous wind. His lip curled back from his pointed teeth in a growl as he swiped the delicate underside with both his sickles of the dainty mare, her frightened pain drowned neigh gurgling into nothingness as she collapsed dead, pulling her rider down with her.

Karkat jumped over the horse, and rammed his sickles past the thick wings of his enemy, thick fluffy downed feathers dancing in the air, soaked with the blood of angels. He cut past the wings and straight into the chest of his assailant, warm blood raining up and then down over the small scene.

"Karkat! Kar-get your thinny ath over here! Kk!" Called a heavily lisped voice. One that could only belong to the dual eye coloured Gemini troll by the name of Sollux Captor.

"Hey! I'm the fucking leader here, I'll what ever the I bloody well please!" He called back over his shoulder and he cut down another enemy effortlessly.

"Kk, thith is what you get for ignoring important thit, you inthufferable prick!"

Karkat cried out loud as a body surrounded by a blue light, coiling itself around the corpse eerily like some sort of an alien snake, rammed into his back, forcing him to the ground.

"Fuck you , Captor!" Karkat growled ,enraged, from the ground.

"For the love of your creepy crab luthuth, please get over to the other thide of the battlefield! Nepeta ith in thome theri-" His imperfectly delivered request cut short by a small explosion. His forked tongue flicked out of his mouth and over his shark like teeth in a hiss, his eye brows pushing down in a frown over two pupil-less eyes, one glowing red, the other luminescent blue. He dived forward, throwing the body off of Karkat with his piisoniic powers, and pushed Karkat further into the ground.

They both swore simultaneously as debris rained down over them,Sollux taking most of the damage as he was laying over Karkat. His dual coloured glasses, lenses coloured to match his eye, snapped and fell to the ground. He let out a cry as a large rock bounced rather comically off his head, chipping on of his four small pointy horns.

He fell unconscious against Karkat's breast plate,his messy black hair resting over Karkat's symbol, a symbol that exactly matched that of the stupid human start sign,Cancer the crab. Sollux's own symbol emblased over his breastplate was cracked, like his glasses, but by a sword swipe earlier in the battle. The Gemini's symbol pressing against Karkat's stomach.

"Oh Gog! Sollux? Sollux! Fuck-Sollux wake up!" Karkat yelled hysterically, his long time friend's head wound bleeding thick,mustard yellow blood that mixed with the unnaturally dark red of the angel's soaking into the ground.

The lowblood resting over Karkat's body did not respond.

"Don't you dare play any motherfucking games with me, you fuckass!" Karkat yelled again, getting a little of Sollux's arm braces slipped off his arm, the chain holding it to his grey toned forearm broken.

"Karkat.." He mumbled. Said troll was too busy fearing for his friend than to wonder why no one was attacking him in the now smoke and dust blinded battle field.

"Wh-what?"

"Kk..the leader hath to..hath to thurvive...Aradia thaid the battle was lotht...Karkat run..."

"I'm going fucking well anywhere until we secure Nepeta'a sta-" Karkat's statement was cut off rather brutally as a spear protruded from just under his right bottom rib. His mutant red blood splattered over Sollux's upturned face, fear flooding the yellowblood like the hot droplets running down his war honed cheeks. All Karkat could think was 'I fucked up'. The battle was lost. He had lost. He was the leader. He lost. Pain webbed its way up from the wound as it was pulled out from his body. Shock curled it way from his brain, mingling with the agony of the possibly fatal wound. As conscious faded from his mind he vaguely remembered the cold embrace of Sollux's psiisoniic powers lifted him from under Sollux and onto the back of one of the enemies spooked mares, his sickles tucked into his belt, his mind lost into a stupor of pain and mind numbing feelings of failure as Sollux,with his last ounce of consciousness, urged the leader's steed to flee the battle field. He wasn't Tavros, talking to animals is much harder than it looked. So he just pegged some debris in the stupid hoofbeats's general direction.

Burning stabs of pain wracked his body as he was pulled into consciousness by the rough jostles of his newly found steed, centralized from the stab wound. A half assed pounding head ache partially blinded him, giving him the sense of tunneled vision. His blood soaked into the mare's delicate white hair, and pitter pattered onto the hard turf behind him. The smell of the battle field was long gone, even to his heightened troll senses. But he could smell a human. Barely. The pain was clogging his vision, his smell and even his hearing ability. Karkat wondered somewhat absentmindedly if the spear had been poisoned.

He let out a short moan, his panting breaths getting the better of him.

"Fuuuuuuck..." He mumbled, too weak to move. He vaguely remembered being pulled off his steed being laid on the hot, hard ground. Through the misted film of his delirium he saw the face of possibly the prettiest boy he had ever seen. His wide blue eyes, crystal sharp and burning with a fire of a young man,were hidden behind a pair of worn out, rectangular glasses. His nose was small and dainty, his skin pale and creamy. Cute, though he would never, ever voice such a word, buck teeth struck Karkat as charming in a relatively goofy way. They hung ever so slightly,perfectly white, over his perfectly shaped lips.

Fuck me, Karkat thought feverishly, either one pretty boy or some fucked up girl...

He remembered warm, worn hand tending to the wound with expert precision, none of it really registering. Warm water was poured down his dry throat in a pleasant trickle as the sun slowly rose, climbing higher and higher. How long had it been since the lost battle? How long had his friends been dead? How long had it been since Sollux had forced him away from the scene muttering nonsense about '..the leader mutht live, Aradia told me tho blah blah my girlfriend ith alwayth right..."

Slowly, slowly the pain faded.

Slowly, slowly Karkat's mind trickled into a dream.

Slowly, slowly the inconsequential dream evolved into a nightmare.

Quickly, quickly he got more and more scared.

Quickly, quickly his heart beat fastened.

Quickly, quickly he woke up to cold night air, a pale blue cloak smelling strongly of human, traveling and some sort of musky fruit enveloping his somewhat shorter-than-the-average-troll frame. Karkat sat bolt upright, wincing as makeshift stitched popped and his shameful red blood oozed across a sun bleached blue tunic far too big for him. He growled and hissed, propping himself up into a sitting position. He let out a small sigh followed by a grunt and another hiss as he adjusted himself as best he could on the rock hard ground.

"Ah,I see our sleeping beauty has arisen." Came a heavy voice, pregnant with something that reminded Karkat of suppressed pain and hidden fear. As a demon Vantas knew this tone all too well. He discarded it as what blood was left in his body rushed to his head.

"What was that , fucking human?"He growled under his breath, spinning around on his bottom to face the speaker and possibly his savior, the world rocking unnaturally with nauseating dizziness.

"Is that anyway to speak to the man who just saved your life?"Giggled the strange human. He was sitting with his elbows rested on his knees, fiddling with a twig over the smoldering ashes of what used to a fire,a quiet glow illuminating his soft features pleasantly. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which explained what Karkat was wearing, his lightly toned pale back bent as he worked on fucking with the little twig in his hand. His pants, shock horror, were also a worn out blue shade. What the fuck is with this dude and blue? Thought Karkat to himself.

After a moments silence Karkat huffed somewhat childishly;

"You didn't see the colour of my blood, right?" The other gave him the strangest of looks.

"Of course I saw it, you were bleedin' to death."

All Karkat could manage to do was swear, his loud voice filled with near hysteria.

'Oh Gog, you know I'm a mutant blood..oh Gog, oh Gog!" He half-moaned pulling at his heavy looking locks, careful to avoid bumping his sensitive stubbed horns. The boy just continued to stare ,confused beyond his wits end.

"What's wrong with red...red blood?" he asked softly, careful not to upset the troll further. Those yellow nails looked pretty sharp, even though he had been sure to keep the smaller man's sickles stashed in his own belt. Hell even his pointed teeth looked good enough to tear into John's travel kept skin.

"Everything!" Karkat yelled," you wouldn't know, you're a fucking blue blood, right on the other end of the HemoSpectrum!"

Ah... The HemoSpectrum. A way that trolls, one of many mythical creatures that plagued the land since the rule of the British empire, of dividing them selves into ranks. Purple was the highest and red the lowest, everything in between arranged like the colours of the rainbow. The taller boy rolled his blue eyes and bit his thumb hard enough to split the skin. He extended his hand to Karkat, showing the bright red blood blossoming from his digit Karkat's crimson eyes widened,the yellows showing more of themselves, in amazement. He thought...but the kid's eyes were just so blue...no way...

"Human's aren't like trolls, all of us have red blood you idiot." The dark haired him said, pulling his hand back and snapping Karkat from his stupor.

"Anyways, you gotta have a name." he continued, sucking on the bleeding thumb.

"Karkat Vantas, fucking failed leader of the an elite troll squad," he spat,both bitterly and sarcastically. He didn't mean for it sound so bloody insulting. Not that he'd ever apologies.

"John." The naked rudeness seemed to sail straight over his head.

"Fucking stupid name. Just John?"

"Yup."

"Even stupider name. Fuckass."

"Nice to meet you too, Karkat." John giggled.

Karkat just snarled and put a hand gingerly to the warm wound under his chest, feeling the thin fabric, damp with his nightmare sweat and ugly blood, turning away from the laughing blue eyed human.