Hey everyone, sorry for the late updates and such. I'm just very horrible at holding any kind of schedule.
You name is Gamzee Makara and holy fuck, something's in your ear, get it the motherfuck out!
As you were trying to say, you just received a very rude awakening indeed.
You're on a training mission with the rest of the subjugglator recruits and someone just put a fucking toothbrush in your ear.
It was wet, disgusting and very used.
You get up with a sharp growl, glaring at the other idiots who just laugh at you, already throwing scathing remarks everywhere. Rotpan, freak, mutantfucker, idiot, coward, useless, stupid, weak they whisper, not very stealthy at all. The highbloods whore, grub-fucker, animal-lover. Their words hurt and burn and you want to lash out at them. You may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but what you lack in brains you make up for in pure brawn. You're still purple-blooded, cold-blooded and strong as steel.
No one but you hear their remarks and it makes your blood almost boil with the pure scathing rage in your veins.
You're up and clothed in just ten minutes, packing your stuff as you seethe silently. Someone knocks your canteen over, spilling the water onto the ground. It was your last water too, the amount that was meant to last at least the rest of the day now spilled and sinking into the ground. "Watch it, freak," Someone hisses as you try salvaging the last few drops of water. It ends up being a hopeless cause and you sigh deeply before gathering the rest of your things, stuffing it into your backpack as you right your uniform.
Ten minutes later everyone was moving on, you stumbling behind, almost not following. Your whole body hurts from having slept on the ground but you ignore it, just moving on.
You won't let them bring you down.
Not now, not ever.
Your name is Gamzee Makara and you refuse to be broken.
Your name is Algedi Makara and nothing makes sense any longer.
Your head is throbbing, everything is too sharp and you want to throw up.
Gamzee is out, you know that but you have no idea where he is or how you ended up on the floor. Something is shining under the couch and you reach for it, overwhelmed by a wave of nausea and dizziness, causing you to whine. You remember splatters of blue and bright red, brown and green, all over and the scent of blood filling your head with sharp whispering voices, speaking words you might have understood once. Now they don't make sense, instead only making your heart pound and your mind screech, memories flashing behind your eyes.
People dance through the living room, laughter and garbled words and suddenly someone is looming over you and you're weak and defenseless. Cold hands slide over you body, disappearing moments later with a deep, ugly chuckle, leaving you with a fathom feeling of stickiness on your thighs. Then it's a woman, beautiful, her teeth and her eyes deep tyrian. She disappears as well, leaving you with a stinging cheek. Everything hurts, your horns and head throbbing insistently and you want to just cry.
You name is Algedi Makara and nothing makes sense.