Depressing Departure
Tavros thought that Vriska hated him. Yet he could not bring himself to return her feelings. She always subjected him to near-impossible challenges, which she said, would strengthen him. He always tried his best, but even that seemed to disappoint the Scorpio. Her actions showed that she most likely hated him. But when Vriska kissed him, he did not even know what to think anymore. She called him weak, but now he would do his best to impress her. Equius made him some robot-legs, which gave the Tauros confidence, and he felt as though he was much stronger, since he was no longer confined in a wheel-chair. But then Tavros thought of how nasty Vriska had been to him, and decided that he had no reason to want to impress her. In fact, he had many more reasons to want to kill her. He could clearly recall the time when Vriska had shoved him off that cliff. He was sure that it had been a failed murder attempt, judging by the disbelief that clouded her eyes when she found him to be alive. However he did lose the use of his legs, which constantly haunted him. But now that he had a new pair of working legs, he felt full of vigor, full of confidence. He would kill Vriska. He would prove her wrong, and condemn her to death for the pain she made him feel. Tavros grinned delightedly at the prospect of vengeance, and he held up his lance, thinking of how great it would feel to impale her with it. For her to be the "weak" one.
He waited patiently on the cliff face, knowing she would accept his defiant challenge. And soon, he saw her flying towards him, with a trail of sparkles behind her. He smirked as she landed and threatened him, and he threatened her right back with his new-found vigilance. The surprise that shined in her wide eyes satisfied him immensely, but then she brought out something that he would rather not see ever again. His old legs. He took a shocked step backwards, feeling a wave of emotions tumble through himself at the sight of his former limbs. He furrowed his brow and bowed his head in a sudden fury, holding his lance tightly. Vriska grinned widely at evoking this strong reaction from the Taurus. He charged at the smirking troll, mechanical legs swiftly sprinting towards her. He was about to impale her through the stomach, when she suddenly slapped him roughly in the face, disabling him momentarily. She then pried the weapon from his grasp, and stabbed him through through the chest, leaving him gasping for air. He felt his rust-colored blood begin to fill his lungs and begin to suffocate him. How could my plan backfire so drastically? He thought sorrowfully as he felt warm blood run down his body and soak into his clothes. I was strong, wasn't I? I gave it my best try... He felt himself begin to fall, and he realized that Vriska had pushed him off of the cliff. She was looking very triumphant, watching Tavros fall with a victorious air about her. Why does this feel so familiar? He sluggishly thought as his golden eyes glazed over. He was limp and numb by the moment he hit the rocky ground below. Unfeeling, and cold, detached from the world.
Tavros awoke with a jolt, not knowing where he was. Last he remembered, he had been trying to kill Vriska, but his plan failed... The troll looked down at his body, to see it as transparent, and slightly luminescent. I am dead... Strangely that thought brought him no grief. I have died...