Hope is Lost
Chapter 2: Astounding Luck

When Dave woke up in the morning, his digital clock read 6:45. So, he had only slept an hour? He felt like he had slept much longer than that, but didn't push it. He reached over but couldn't find Jade. He sat up, red eyes scanning around before noticing the bathroom door and the sound of a muffled shower.

She couldn't have slept anymore than he hadn't.

He rose up and grabbed his own phone, calling in to his older Brother who worked in the force; essentially Dave had to work under him. Bro always teased him about it, but one day he'd had Bro's job. One day at least.

He hung up after almost a moment of complete silence, satisfied as he had his day off. He was still extremely tired, but when he put on his shades any dark circles vanished. In his view, he didn't see them so they didn't exist. No, not ironically, but close enough.

He turned his head when he heard the shower stop, and a few moments later his girlfriend stepped out in a big fluffy blue bathrobe with her hair wrapped in a red towel. Dave strode over to her and wrapped his arms around her and lightly rested his forehead on hers.

"Dave, I-I have to get dressed-"

"Did you sleep at all last night?"

"No, I didn't. But seriously Dave, I need to get some clothes on-"

"Don't be shy, Ms. Harley~"

"Dave..."

"Alright."

He finally let her go with a sly smirk as she huffed and headed to her own dresser to fetch some clothes. He watched her for a moment before leaving their room to find breakfast. Usually he wouldn't have time to eat but he figured since it was almost 7AM in the goddamn morning that he could eat. He reached for some cereal before staring at the one in his face.

'Science-o's.' He clearly guessed it was Jade's. The boxes were covered in greens and blues, neons too and were promising something about healthy growth. He put it back and did not want to touch it again.

He just decided to eat bacon.

-x-

John couldn't remember how last night ended, but when he woke up his vision was pitch black. He jolted up, still seeing black. He went to scream, to see if maybe he was dead, but it came out muffled. John's blood froze when he heard that same shrill laughter and was sure that the sounds were pitying him.

"Now now, I was quite frustrated with you yesterday my dear whore~ you aren't supposed to get out! So I cuffed you in the closet, since you're probably in there anyways." She jabbed at him and before John could try and speak but then she punched him straight in the side of the face.

"I'm going to work, now, stay good my precious~ I'll be home early to teach you your lesson!" John could feel that grin on his skin and he panicked. He fought against the chains that held his broken left and right wrist upwards in a twisted, painful way. His feet weren't chained thankfully but his lower back hurt even more today so moving would be out of the question.

She hit him a few more times which he guessed was the pipe that was usually used to rape him. He took the beating she was giving him because what else could he do? He had lost all his hope last night and the fear was re-installed into his familiar body.

He heard the double doors on the closet lock, then his own door lock then Vriska's steps out of the house, also locking her house down before leaving. He guessed it was probably now 7:30, but it felt so early and yet he could barely hear the birds chirping.

'Another morning in hell, right?' He joked to himself, but he knew that it was serious. Vriska would be home and he would starve until she'd return. His thoughts trailed to the food he hadn't eaten in so long: cake (not the Betty Crocker kind!), cookies, mozzarella sticks... The only thing he was given normally twice a week was unflavoured oat porridge which was anything but tasty. He groaned as he tried to move and get out of the handcuffs but the pain spread through his body in less than the second it took for him to shift. He ended up slouching in his position, trying to go into the foetal position.

But he couldn't.

-x-

Rose knew that they had to be meeting at the same edge of the forest at 9AM; however being in bed with her own lover couldn't help her from getting up. She glanced to the woman who was still asleep across from her, and a smile appeared on her normally black-lipstick filled lips. Rose had met Katrina in the subway station when she was first new, and the two hit it off instantly.

Rose had been aware that she was lesbian, but now she was so in love that she didn't even care.

She had her hair cut from the long style it was usually in into something snippy and fitting almost a year ago. Katrina was the one who cut her hair and it was wonderfully done. She remembered her exact words too.

"You have done simply wonderful, really. Do you believe that it fits me?"

Katrina nodded and replied back with a smile, "This definitely does."

She sighed before finally rolling from her bed at 8AM, knowing she would have enough time for whatever she needed to do. She dressed herself in a simple purple t-shirt with her favourite black futhllu and a pair of black skinny jeans. Simple, yet edgy; Rose was rather amused by the simplicity of the outfit, yet it held so much meaning to her.

She grabbed some slices of bread and placed them in the toaster. Reaching into the fridge, she took out some blueberry jam that she and Katrina had made that summer. She glanced at the calendar and shook her head at the day. November 18th, 2011 and no sign of John; he has been missing since the 31st of October, 2006. She felt pangs of worry gnaw at her, and she almost missed hearing the toast pop.

She quietly spread the jam onto her rye bread and simply ate it in peace and tranquility. She guessed that Katrina had been up late doing sketches for her upcoming expansion of her already rather wide clothing variety. Katrina was a fashion major, but she minored in Cosmetology and had a thing for doing hair too. Rose smiled at the degree hung on their living room mirror before she looked at her own: neuropsychology and psychoanalysis. She gave a sly smirk similar to Dave's before heading to the bathroom.

After washing up, she simply applied a thin line of eyeliner, mascara and put on her signature black lipstick. Before she was just about to leave, she heard some stirring and footsteps. She turned to see her girlfriend standing there with her arms crossed, looking almost irritated.

"I'm meeting my brother and Jade near the forest." She simply stated, waiting for Katrina's reply.

"Is it about that kid you always talk about, John was it?" She gave Katrina a nod before her expression loosened.

"Be careful Rose."

"I will."

They exchange their own kiss before Rose headed out the door, and Katrina was left alone to continue her sketches in the tranquility which was their home.

Their home.

-x-

Once Dave, Jade and Rose had reached the edge of the forest again, they decided together they would continue from the last house they had looked at: the one where Dave and Rose accidentally crashed accidentally. They coordinated another plan to have Jade be the one looking for any movement around, Rose would scout ahead while Dave would head North West, keeping his eyes on Rose's movements and looking for suspicious houses.

Of course, they had not seen anything from the ordinary.

Rose kept her eyes peeled and her mind open but she had a bad feeling about the day. Maybe they should have picked a better day to go for looking for their one missing friend. 'Maybe Dave had an epiphany?' She chuckled to herself, rolling her violet eyes to herself. She glanced over at Dave whom she barely saw through the trees and tall grass.

She sighed to herself, glancing right and left, still on guard. Who could she expect?

Suddenly, the bushes rustled and everyone was suddenly on guard. Rose took a defensive stance as she glanced to her left, where Dave was also on guard. Jade had the late reaction, but she quickly took her own stance.

And they were graced by the presence by a rabbit hopping along.

Dave shook his head and continued along walking while Jade emitted a giggle. Rose just rolled her eyes and continued walking.

Today would be a long, long day.

-x-

John was struggling to remove the blindfold off of his eyes, although he was doing his best. He was rubbing the side of his face against his left arm, up and down, up and down. That blindfold barely budged and he desperately tried harder. He didn't know where he was in that closet, but he wanted out. If he could at least see, then maybe just maybe he could escape and not be caught.

But then again, didn't Vriska catch him yesterday? His first, only, and last attempt at escaping was gone and he knew it.

He'd die today, right? Just like Travis?

He was suddenly reminded how one day Vriska grabbed Travis by his arm, dragged him out of the house and he was never seen again. When Vriska came home, she was dripping in blood and suddenly went after John in her sudden mood. She didn't kill him but he knew that she killed Travis.

Well, he couldn't help but to keep trying and trying and maybe he would have some hope. He continued to run his head up and down trying to desperately free his own bruised eyes. He felt them starting to water and sting as he tried and tried.

But soon, he succeeded and the blindfold slid off one eye. He immediately changed sides to rubbing the blindfold off his right eye and succeeded easily.

He blinked and glanced around, his eyes still burning and stinging as tears flooded down his face. He was just so happy... so happy.

He wondered how long his happiness would last and wondered how rhetorical he sounded.

Although he couldn't stop his tears, his cries were muffled by what appeared to be duck tape. However... the glue seemed to be a lot stronger than regular duck tape and John assumed that maybe she glued it onto his mouth. That would be something his dominatrix captor would do and he was glad he didn't suffer from Stockholm syndrome. All he wanted now was out; he wanted out.

He wanted to be free again.

-x-

Veronica stared at herself in the mirror of her shitty work office's bathroom as she splashed more and more water on her face. She kept her eyes fixated on the reflection and trembled lightly when she took a few deep breaths. Those voices were back in her head, telling her to check on her prize waiting for her at home.

It was never this bad: once upon a time she could control her urges and ignore the voice ringing in her skull. But that was ten years ago when she was only sixteen. At 19 years of age and on her birthday, the voices turned her into a demon that took control of her body and kidnapped a young college student with a bright future.

John Egbert.

It wasn't like she wanted too; her mind was controlled by someone that she labelled as "Mind Fang" just to be a bitch; even though the voice introduced herself as "Vriska." She heard that voice where ever she went and it panged her in the back of her head all day that is, until night time.

Where she took over.

She clung to the sink like it was the only thing she could do and fought the bile rising in her throat. She remembered everything that her opposite side would do and saw the tarnish and stain she left on John. Before, he was optimistic and somewhat happy which disintegrated into hopeless and frail. She had to get him out of there! Despite being a huge bitch, she cared deeply for him but she could hear the voice rising in her head, the voice of her own attacker who portrayed Mind Fang.

"He is yours and no one else's. You may take out all the anger you have pent up against the man who did the exact same to you."

This wasn't right! Yes she took out her own anger on Eric-Dan from time to time- but nothing like this! She tried to ignore the voice but it boomed across her entire head and the nauseous feeling become worse and worse.

"He deserves it! You should stalk and capture more of his friends- and kill them! Right in front of his face! You can then become better than him!" But who was she trying to impress, her attacker? The Personality that left on from his vicious attacks? She struggled to say no, which she then heard a laugh before rushing her way back to a toilet, throwing up almost nothing but stomach acid.

"If you will not do so, I will." Before that, Veronica's eyes scared blue eyes changed into the stone cold ones that could have matched her own assailant. She cracked a smile and slowly stood up to stare at herself in the mirror. She was going to be covered in blood and by god it would be sexy.

She waltzed out of work like she owned the place and probably got fired too. She didn't care because all she had to do now was head home for the real fun to begin.

A/N: Another Chapter out so Quickly? Well I don't start school until Sept. 6 so I've got plenty of time to move this around. Will John ever be saved? Will Dave stop being ironic? Will I ever write decently(No)? The answers will be shortly there sooner or later. Or whatever.

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