Kori: I figure since it's now March, I might as well update this story because I feel like a terrible person now. Like, I know I warned you all about extremely slow updates but I still feel like I'm terrible, holding onto this chapter that's been completed since I uploaded chapter 1. I honestly want to finish this story. I really do. But unfortunately, chapter fics and I don't know how to cooperate. It also doesn't help that I REALLY disliked chapters 3 through 5 so much that I decided to rewrite them in hopes of making a better version. So don't expect to be hearing from me anytime soon... because I'm a terrible person... ;_;

(I won't update Roadtripstuck since I really want chapter 3 to be done before I update. I blame Sollux that chapter 3 is still not complete!)

Thank you everyone for the reviews, faves, and follows. I'm so glad you're all enjoying this story so far and I hope you also enjoy this chapter and the future chapters as well.

Warnings: non-con/rape (later chapters), character death, slash, violence(?), OOC (a lot?), possible inconsistency/plot holes/other inaccuracies and confusions that I apologize for
(Those are the main ones for now; Future chapters will have updated warnings)

Notes: Content of this chapter and future chapters may or not change. As a reminder, I WILL NOT UPDATE THIS STORY FOR A VERY LONG TIME. More so since I decided to rewrite chapters 3 through 5 because I thought they were too short, too forced, and just terrible overall.

Disclaimer: No own Homestuck.

Killer Smiles

Chapter 2

"I think there was something in those cookies!" the human stupidly tells you as if to give you warning about said cookies. You raise an amused eyebrow at him.

"What makes you say that?" you say back in false innocence as you make your way towards him.

"I guess the fact that I'm tied to this bed after passing out," he awkwardly replies, as if realizing his stupidity, before he pauses then fearfully adds with wide eyes, "I'm not going to get raped, am I?"

"If I told you, it would be a spoiler," you happily smile as you lift his shirt up his chest as a tease, enjoying the way he nervously squirms under your gaze and touch.

"Yes, and where's the fun in that?" he responds sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He then looks up at his tied hands and stupidly continues talking, "Hey, can you loosen the bounds? They're actually uncomfortable"

"How stupid do you think I am?" you ask, wanting so much to frown right now, as you stare him down with your knife in hand.

"I was really hoping for very," he nervously answers, scooting away from you as much as possible, "But I guess that if I'm to assume you're the one who took my friends then I guess... at least above average intelligence?"

"You're a weird human," you laugh as you grab his legs and bring him closer to you.

"Am I weird enough to release?" he asks with a stupidly hopeful look on his stupid face.

"Nope!" you cheerfully answer and he pouts.

Honestly, what is wrong with this human? Does he have one of those weird mental diseases?

You continue to stare at the human and wonder what's wrong with his thinkpan while poking his side with the knife. He squirms to try and put distance between him and the uncomfortable knife, even hesitantly trying to push your arm away with his bare foot.

"Am I weird enough to not be poked by knives or any other kinds of blades or sharp objects in general?"

You shake your head and he lets out a whining sound.

"Is there anything I'm exempt from?! Or do I even have privileges?!" he desperately asks. You pause to think.

This human is just so fun and you want to make the fun last. You haven't even gotten to the real pain yet!

You have your answer, "You do have some privileges. There's the one where I don't let you die early then there's the one where-"

What are you doing?

He is prey!

You don't have calm chats with prey! You don't give privileges to the prey that you've just met!

You just want to frown right now.

The human stares at you, probably wondering why you suddenly stopped talking. You look away from his blue eyes, even gave poking him a break.

What are you doing?

What makes him so different from the rest?

"Mr. serial killer probably rapist sir?" he calls, "Are you alright? Well, other than the fact that you keep smiling and all, which is actually freaking me out by the way."

You stare down at him.

Why isn't this prey dead yet?

"Um... Mr. Serial-?"

"Karkat," you interrupt, unaware you did so until it left your mouth, then when he has a confused look on his face, "My name is Karkat"

You're not even sure why you did that, giving your name like that. He briefly looks surprised but he gives a big stupid smile and says, "I'm John!"

Why is he not crying or screaming?

Why are you not doing anything to him?

You stare down at your knife and tilt your head, wondering why it's not covered in blood yet. The human nervously squirms, probably because he has no idea what'll come next. For all he knows, you'll just kill him at a moment's notice.

"Karkat?" he worryingly calls, you move to quickly look at him at the sound of your name, and he asks, "Why did you take my friends?"

You blink a few times as your thinkpan processes the question.

"No reason, actually," you simply reply, "That fact that you were all friends is just coincidence. The one with the shades even told me, before I killed him, to not touch you! Funny, right?"

You laugh at the last part.

"Yeah," he softly says as he no longer looks at you, sounding a bit too solemn for you tastes. You also don't like how dull and distant his eyes became. You still refuse to frown. The only solution to this human that you can think of is to return back to poking him. He gasps at the sting of the tip and his startled movement makes the knife break skin, a tiny blob of red appearing in its place. This boy has blue eyes and red blood. You know for a fact that humans have red blood similar to yours but it still shocks you every time you see that red spill.

You hate it.

You just want to rip it all out with all the hate built up inside.

But you don't.

You don't because such actions would make you frown, wouldn't it? If not in the moment, then it would afterward. Yet… Why would it make you frown in the first place? You wonder as you stare upon his nervous face. The human then starts squirming again and you poke the open cut with your knife. He hisses at the pain but immediately stops squirming as you go back to staring at him, trying to find a reason.

You don't have one, except maybe because he has such a familiar face. You also don't know why he looks familiar to begin with but you don't spend too much thinking on it. It's probably not important as you most likely bumped into him on the streets and immediately forgot about him. Yet the question remain, why are you affected now when you're trying to kill him?

The human has his wide eyes upon you as you try to figure out what is happening to you. He looks worried and you can't help but feel like he's worried about you, for you, and it distracts you in your thoughts as you look away. It makes you feel… You are not quite sure what you are feeling but it feels weird like a pleasant pain you have yet to get used to. It also feels like you are angry yet happy all the same and it's all just so confusing, making your head feel like something is slowly crushing your thinkpan.

"Kar…kat?" the tied-up human, after a bit of tugging on his bounds, hesitantly calls out almost in a whisper, making you look back upon his face. You are then suddenly leaning over him, hovering too close above his body, and no doubt invading his personal space. But you don't care as you grab a handful of his soft dark hair in a tight fist and pull it back, making his back slightly arch at the sting. He winces but that's all that you get out of him and it's not enough.

You want him to scream. You want to hear your name escape his lips. You want him to cry. You want him to beg, beg for you to stop. You want him to be in pain. You want him to be afraid, his beautiful blue eyes on display for you. You want him on his knees, trying to crawl away. You want him decorated with his own blood. You want to savor him. You want him over and over again, giving you the same thrill. Just imagining it makes that strange feeling come back but so does the crushing feeling and you just want to frown.

The human does some weird movements with his legs in the air, trying to put some distance between you two you assume. He is quick to stop this action when it seems to fail. He tries to squirm out of your hold but stops when he feels you put the blade of your knife against his neck. You try to move your hand, your blade, across his smooth pale skin with his fear-filled eyes watching you but you can't for some reason beyond your understanding. Instead, you pull away off of him, removing your blade from his neck and with one last look into his eyes, you walk out of the extra block with your toys in your arms.

Oh, how you so badly want to frown once that door closes behind you. But you know you can't.

Your feet start moving away from the room and down the hall as you begin to continue thinking about your strange behavior and the emotions causing the behavior. You have a suspicion of what the emotion is that stops you from already killing the human and the more you think about it, the more it proves your suspicions.

But why? Why this human? Why now of all time? What's so special about this particular human to make you act this way? What's so different to threaten your control, to make you this weak?

No.

You got this. You're in charge here. You're in control. Not some stupid emotions. Not some human. Not him. Not anyone. And you'll show them. You'll show them all. You'll kill the human. You'll kill John. Next time you will. Next time you enter that block. You will make him scream. You will make him beg and bleed. Then you'll taunt him and make him suffer as you slowly rip the human's inside out and paint the walls with his disgusting red blood.

Yes.

Next time you will. Just wait. You will. Next time.

Next time.

And you grin at the thought.

Next time.

Excitement builds up inside you as next time repeats in your head over and over again. It makes you want to turn around and go back into that extra block but no, you don't. You want to take your time. You want to prepare for your fun.

Next time.

You want it to be perfect.

Next time.

Next time, you'll show him that you are not to be messed with.

Kori: Ta-da! Chapter 2! I hope you enjoyed it despite the terrible wait. And more OOC because it just happened that way. No killing in this chapter but as for future chapters, we'll see (assuming I can finish them). I really hope I can finish them. I really do.

Once again, I update slow.
And to those who continue to stick around despite that fact, thank you for your patience. I am undeserving of such love. ;_;

I think that's everything I wanted to say because I shouldn't stall this update any longer.