I'LL BE A LITTLE LATE, LATER ON. I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO GET DONE FIRST. UM... ^^'''' YEAH, SORRY GUYS. ANYWAYS, THE CHAPTERS WHERE VERY LONG, SO THE -REAL- CHAPTER TWO WILL BE NEXT CHAPTER X3 SORRY.

"Wake up shit for brains." The cold sound of Gamzee's voice startles you awake. "What makes you think that just because your, mother fuckin', hurt I'll baby you?" He asks, hitting you upside the head. You wince at the pain, and immediately grip the back of your head gently. Your fingers brush upon something different... more like X's, and thread like. 'Stitches?'

The zig-zag threads follow down your scalp, and to your neck. The same pattern is on your leg and wrists, along with new other spots, like your back. What happened? Did you pass out in the shower? You then notice other things to. Your stomach is full. Your not hungry, or feeling like your dying, though the pain in your head is making up for that. "W-"

"I stitched you up, and fed you. Your mother fucking lucky I did so. Here" He grumbled, handing you a plate. It's... food. Breakfast? Did... he cook?
You're speechless, baffled, and profound by what you're seeing. Kindness? No... There is something more going on... but... Gamzee never cooks. He cooked you eggs, and for once you begin to process everything. The surroundings, the voices, the faces, the hints and clues. You start to think back as to what happened.

You only recall being in the shower. How the fuck did you end up, fully clothed, and in bed? You must have passed out in the shower, or fallen asleep. Gamzee took pity upon you, and filled you up with food (so you suspect). "Gamzee um..." He looks at you as you search for the words to say. "How did I end up back here? I mean... only remember being in the shower and..." You trail off topic, but he just starred at you. His eye's dim, and he began to get closer to you. Softly, his lips brush against yours, and soon both meet. For a full minute, you two stay like that. Your mind is too distracted to realize this.

'What has gotten into him?'

You blush a bit, now realizing what all was happening. He smiled like an idiot, rubbing the back of his head. "...I told you, Vantas..." He says, getting off the bed. "I have flushed; mother fuckin', feelings for you." He nearly whispered before walking out of the room.

"What the fuck has gotten into him?" You ask yourself. A rustle of plates is herd in the kitchen, then a burst of gibberish and curses. Then... silence... Your ears perk up, and your eyes widen greatly. "Is he..?" You wonder...

Now's your chance! Now is your chance to escape! The sweet taste of freedom has driven you to starvation, craving it, and it only. And now... OH sweet mother lusus, your nearly driven insane by the wonderful ecstasy for running.

You don't hesitate to jump from the bed, stumbling to reach the door. Just then, the door handle begins to turn. You stumble backwards, slipping into a puddle. Looking around, the puddle seemed to be purplish... Purple...Blood...?
You fall back, your hands fall and land in glass. Your blood mixes into the purple just as Gamzee walks in.

He's partially in the shadows... he's... covered in purple and- is that-... teal?
He's grinning, but that grin wasn't normal. He had something in his hands. It was round and... Had... hair? It was dripping teal-

Your eyes widen, when you realize what, more like who that is... Terezi.

"I... though you needed A NEW mother FUCKING FRIEND!" He laughed, rolling the head to you. Terezi's head stopped at your feet, and starred at you with the blind, blank, dead eyes. You kick her head away, tears building in your eyes as you begin to back up

"Oh my God- Oh my God- Oh my God-" You shake, and try desperately to get away. You turn around and start to claw at the ground, pushing the glass deeper into your hand. You hiss and growl in pain, as more blood drains from your hands. You can't escape. You just can't. All you're doing is slipping and sliding in purple blood, mixing your cherry blood in it. You look back at him, seeing him pulling out his club while he stares at you. "G- Gamzee- W- What ar- are you-!"

He hits you, hard in the chest. You fall flat on your back, gasping for air. You can feel glass shards poking and stabbing you in the back, causing you to wriggle in pain. He stares down at you, as you lay in the purple blood, gasping. "Such a shame... I THOUGH you OF ALL TROLLS would have mother FUCKING last" Tears swell in your eyes, watching him. He grabbed a very long blade, "It's a dull blade... Makes it more mother FUCKING fun..."

Fun..?

Fun?

That's what he calls it? FUN!

You quickly grab a broken piece of glass, and shove it in his foot, then grab a hand full of the small glass shards and throw them at his eyes. "FUCK you, Gamzee!" You yelp, as you take off running. You force yourself to do all this, seeing how your weaker than shit. Slipping and sliding, you crash into walls, and stumble around; wincing, yelping in pain. The sounds of honks and curses echo around the halls, getting closer and closer.

"Come ON, Vantas! This game of Cat and Mouse is getting really old!" He yelled, picking up his pace. You continue to run, as long as your body will allow you to, but soon you run into a dead hall. Or so you think. Racing down the hall, your eyes don't focus in on what you're running to, until your hitting a pair of doors right there.

"Oh shit-" You try to stop at the end of the hall, but end up crashing through the doors. You yelp loudly, skidding on the carpet a good few feet before stopping. You carpet burned half of your face. "F- fuck-" You huffed, weakly. You want to get up, but your muscles feel heavy, and tired. You feel your heart beating heavily in your chest, as your vision goes in and out, making you dizzy. Your breathing becomes painful, and now you wish you could just wake up and let it be a dream. "I... have to... escape..." You huff again, wanting to just die.

"So Karkat... do you WISH you were DEAD?" Gamzee laughed. You wanted to say yes. You most definitely wanted to, just say yes and die right now. But you're Karkat Vantas. You won't back down. Not yet. "ANSWER ME, mother FUCKER..." He said slowly, dropping a club down on your back.

"Gah-! Ah-!" You yelp, and begin to cry. "G- Ga- Ah-! Gamz- ee-! Ahh-!" You whimper, and yelp in pain. "G- Gamze-e! S- St- Ahh-!" You scream in pain. "Stop-! Agh-!" He doesn't listen. He simply continued to beat you. "St- Stop..." You give a final huff. You give up. You can't take the abuse anymore. You just give up.

You decide to stop moving, even if he continued to hammer your back with the clubs repeatedly. Blood trickled out the corner of your mouth. Your ribs crack, break, bruise, but you didn't do anything... You didn't scream... you don't shake anymore. You just... lay there... motionless...

The pain was numb. In fact the pain was gone. There was nothing there to hurt you now... What happened?

Everything is so... Fuzzy... 'Is... It over...?'

NOPE! THERE IS STILL MORE! HEHEHEHE X3

SORRY IT'S BEEN AWHILE. I GOT BUSY IN FAMILY SHIT, SOOOO...