hey guys here another chapter, sorry for taking so long but i was busy. thanks for the reviews, nice of people to tell me that the like what i wrote. also ObsessiveFanFictioner15 asked for a karezi pairing which i will try my best to do. sorry if you don't like the ship. however if their are ships you like just ask, im sure i can fit them in somewhere =). thanks Arahs13

no hope for the weak

He was shaking, he could feel it racking through his entire body even as his grip on john tightened. Karkat stared in to those blue eyes hidden behind those stupid specs. He wasn't moving nor blinking as he stared at him. Eyes far away almost lost to Karkat. His lips were slightly parted in shock or panic as he gasped for breath, eyes still wide as saucers yet there was not reflection in them. Perhaps Karkat looked the same as john he didn't know.

The news had hit him good, but it couldn't be possible, john had to be lying: it was just one of his pranks, a deadly serious prank pulled off perfectly.

It wasn't possible it just couldn't be.

The guardians were older than them, stronger, wiser.

Yet john had said they were dead, the ones that had been with them for years the ones that had protected them, taught them everything were gone; dead.

The guardians had been the one that had found them all, one by one, took them in, and taught them how to survive.

They had been the ones to give them a home countless of times, and united them together in those places; made them belong.

They had done everything for them, did everything they could and more. They had taught Karkat, along with the others, to fight and use a weapon. That anything they could find can be turned into a weapon when all else fails. That their abilities where not what they needed to rely on to survive the harsh world.

They had taught them what it meant to be a demon, cursed for an eternity to fight and survive, until someone put them down. Be it a hunter or demon.

Yet they had also taught them that they could be different from the others of their kind, that they didn't have to fight in order to survive, that we didn't have to rely on humans as a source of food.

They had been the pillar amongst their broken sorry carcasses that crawled along the ground. Had been their support, the ones to hold them up when they fell down.

They had brought an order to them, given them a choice and a way to live, balancing evenly between the ones of us willing to get along with the humans and the ones that did not. They had been their dividers and the weighing scales that held them evenly as possible, never falling down even with all the weight upon their shoulders.

And now?

Now they were dead. The last two guardians they ever knew to still be living, breathing in toxic air dead.

Just like that

Just.

Like.

Fucking.

That!

Dead and most likely by some stupid ignorant piece of shit scumbag hunter.

They had left them alone without a pillar for support. A pillar that now crumbled and crushed them under its weight.

Of course they still had that spider bitch's mum, but she was no guardian. Wasn't someone to keep them under control. She was just some stupid spider that had laid claim to that bitch and expected to be fed. It was feed of be fed on by her. She wasn't something that could replace those fucking guardians.

The last two nameless guardians in all their glorious fucking legacy, the only two after the third had died.

And in their absences who the fuck was going to keep them all stable?

Oh

Oh god

Oh Jegus fucking Christ

Who was going to keep Gamzee stable, sane? Tavros? Fuck chance, he was a fucking cripple that can't even speak properly how the fuck was that guy with no fucking confidence going to keep Gamzee sane?

Jegus.

What about Jane, Jade? Or Jake, how would Jake react to this? Badly, no not after the other guardian. Jake refused to be as close to another of them, especially after her death. Heck none of them had been that close to the guardians, not really, they didn't have that bond.

Apart from Jane and Jade and

John

How was john?

Regaining focus Karkat dragged his eyes towards the figure currently bent over himself named john. So far he didn't look to bad, a little shaken perhaps but far from suicidal or murderous. He hoped. Perhaps they would be fine after all, if john was they why wouldn't Jane or Jade be?

Oh right

Because they had been going off the fucking deep end for a long fucking time now, after everything they went through last time. And now, now this. It was surely enough to drive them over the deep end for sure, and Karkat really didn't want to be around for that. This had just given the girls so much more reason, and the first thing they will be looking for was revenge Karkat was sure of it, and knowing those two they way he did, he was sure it would be pretty or quick. Even though he would love to tear the throats out of the people that did it, it wasn't his place to nor was it anyone else's. He just sure hope the poor fucker was wise enough to get out of there now, or would at least have a quick death painless or not. But it was not very likely.

Oh god, what would the condescension think. What would English think! Guardians were fucking rare these days and you were fucking lucky to ever see one let alone be the ones taken under their wings.

Would they be punished?

Jegus more importantly would they be culled for their lack of protection.

If a guardian was dead let alone two were dead it meant that every demon, every fucking one of them, be it nameless or not, where practically useless piles of shit and unworthy of the 'blessing' they were given being a demon.

Unworthy of life.

Unworthy to live.

Not

Fucking

Worthy

Enough

To

Live!

Jegus, Karkat knew he was being irrational, and he knew he was getting frantic, he could feel the blood dripping from his hands as his claws dug into johns arms. His legs felt weak and jelly like, ready to buckle at any moment under the pressure of his weight.

Karkat wasn't not ready to die, he didn't want to. He was ready to be executed for his worthlessness. Watch his friends die the same horrible deaths as he would un doubly suffer. Gamzee, John, Kanaya Terezi. Oh god, he couldn't even bear to imagine their deaths let alone hers, his heart felt it was already tearing apart at the mere fought of it. He wasn't ready to die. As for the others he didn't know, but he hoped they wouldn't give in that easily.

Karkat would have asked john but from the looks of thing he couldn't speak or wouldn't, and Karkat couldn't bring out the courage to utter those words, his questions to him. Throughout his panic john hadn't moved, hadn't spoken.

"Their dead?.. They... They can't be"

His throat was seizing up with each word he was speaking; Karkat was doing everything he could to drag the words out. He need a conformation, he need the words to be spoken for him to believe it. But john didn't reply, only lowered his gaze from Karkat's a tear staining his cheek. It was conformation enough for him, and with those actions he himself felt close to tears. Yet they remained unshed even as they blurred his vision, Even as he slid down the alley wall john in tow. They landed in a tangled heap of legs on the floor their chests almost touching. Karkat's hand still grasping tightly upon johns arms, johns hands grasped on his shirt so tightly his knuckles where white looking ready to split under the sheer pressure. They didn't speak as they sat there heaving in their breaths, johns quick almost frantic, Karkat's slow almost as if he wasn't even there, as if he wasn't affected. But Karkat knew better, he was tearing up inside endless possibilities bounding around his head each demanding his attention. But even with those thoughts in his head, his mind still felt blank as he stared into john eyes. After nearly an eternity of staring they finally broke their gaze as john lowered his head and rested it upon Karkat's chest. Karkat couldn't look down, couldn't bare to face the reality of it as he heard johns faint sobs muffled by his shirt. Karkat turned his gaze skyways allowing the thousands of possibilities to swarm his head as he too slightly mourned the death of their guardians. He had questions, many questions spinning around his mind, almost to the extended that they hurt, and Karkat just hurt so much. He didn't know how much more he could take. And he didn't care if it was selfish even though he knew john hurt too, he just hurt so much.

Would they die?

Would she come for them?

How would the other react?

But most importantly

What where they going to do?

And that was a question he really needed an answer for.

"John" he whispered "what... What are we going to do?"

John didn't answer he just slumped further forward into Karkat's hold as Karkat cradled him in his arms. He had stopped crying but Karkat knew he wasn't finished mourning. Karkat was sure he wouldn't receive an answered, until he heard a faint murmur barely there but loud enough to hear.

"What we've always done Karkat... run"

He shook his head. They could run now, not again, never again. There was nowhere to run to. Nothing to run to.

All he could do was pray this wasn't the end for them.

They just sat there, Karkat hugging on to the figure in his arms even more tightly as he rested his head upon johns, burying his face in to his locks. Closing his eyes, he allowed that one unshed tear to run vanish in to the messy locks of black underneath him as he too murmured something as quietly as he could unsure if he was heard or not. He didn't bother for asking for an answer. He felt the nod.

This can't be their end

He wouldn't let it.