Author's note: Sorry I took so long to update...school has been crazy busy and I've been working hard on finishing my cosplay and to be honest I was so busy I forgot that I never finished posting this. I hope you guys enjoy this, please read and review. ((warning the chapters from here on out get very violent and graphic))

Dave walked along the road, seemingly safe in his own territory. He eyed the ground, but that wasn't what he was looking at. He was looking at Harley's bleeding body. Her scream still echoed through his mind and he knew he was the cause of it, behind everything.

Karkat drove up behind him silently. He parked his car in an ally, a few feet behind Dave. He got out of his car, grabbing a chloroform soaked rag and his knife on his way out. He walked up behind Dave, "Hey Fuckass." He yelled, grabbing Dave's arm and spinning him around to face him.

Dave jumped, staring at him behind his shades. "You can't be here," he whispered.

"Why the fuck can't I?" He hissed back.

"Because it's our territory." He ripped his arm away, finding his strength again.

"I don't fucking care who's territory it is. You came into my fucking territory, my fucking bar no less, and killed jade. You killed my girl " He yelled, grabbing his arm again and twisting it, not enough to break it, but enough to hurt Dave.

He winced a bit, trying to pull away again. "Stop fucking yelling, someone's gonna hear you."

"What, don't want help? You really think you can take me all alone Dave? Well, you got another thing coming." He lifted Dave up, throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him to his car. He threw him in the backseat and climbed in the driver's seat. He throw the rag on the floor next to him, planning on using it to knock Dave out when he got him to his place.

Dave yelled out almost immediately for backup, but no one could come in time. He hit his head on the door as he was thrown into the back, and rolled off the seat and onto the floor. He sat up quickly, fumbling with the door. He'd rather jump out than have to take this.

Karkat locked the doors, and started to drive off. "Nice try Dave." He laughed, "There is no getting out of this."

He screamed, holding his head in his hands. "I'm fucking sorry! I know you loved her and I did at one point too and I fucked up! I fucked up a lot and I wanted to keep her safe too but I never could and I kept hurting her just like you did and we're on the same page, bro, alright?!"

"You tracked her down twice to kill her." He screamed back. "How the fuck do you go from loving her to that? You beat her, twice. She was so sweet and innocent. How the fuck do you justify hurting her like that? We are not the same Dave, you hurt her on purpose. You smiled as you tried to beat her to death. I would never even think of doing that." He hissed, "I would never do to her what you did."

"I was high off my /ass/! I lost control of myself, it was never on purpose!"

"All three times?" He yelled, "You fucking track her down when you're high? And what the fuck changed to make you stop loving her? Was it the fact she was terrified of you?" He taunted him, "Was it the fact that when you look at her you can see consent fear in her eyes, fear you caused"

"I didn't stop loving her! I tried to protect her after what I did the first night!" he yelled back, tears welling in his eyes at remembering her. How it wasn't always fear in her eyes. Before that one night, her eyes sparkled and she would laugh with him all the time. After it, when he did see her, it /was/ the fear that he caused that took place of the sparkle.

"Then why the fuck did you track her down to my house? Why the fuck did you beat her again? Why the fuck did you track her down earlier today? And how the fuck did you even protect her? What did she even need protection from? We were protecting her from you." He growled, his grip on the wheel tightening.

"I tried to protect her from /you/ guys and then I turned out to be the one she needed protecting from. I don't feel great about it, alright?!"

"That's not a fucking why!" He yelled, "You tracked her down and broke in, that's not something you do high. And you never needed to protect her from us, we never fucking did anything to her."

"We're rivals! Of course I did!"

"Rivals or not, we, unlike you, have limits. We wouldn't hurt someone innocent like her."

"I didn't fucking mean to!" he screamed, pulling at his hair in frustration.

"I don't care if you meant to or not, you still fucking hurt her." He yelled, pulling into his driveway and turning around to face him. His expression was murderous and filled with hate for Dave. "You still fucking tracked her down to take her from us, to fucking kill her."

"I wasn't going to kill her!"

"What the fuck were you going to do with her then? You tried to fucking kidnap her from us."

"Because I wanted her back! I told you I wasn't going to hurt anyone!"

"She was fucking terrified of you. Do you really think she would want to be back with you?"

"I needed to talk to her."

"What the fuck were you going to talk to her about? You didn't need to kidnap her to talk to her. "

"I wasn't going to kidnap her, alright? I needed to talk to her in private!"

"What the fuck did you even need to talk to her about? She can't even be in the same fucking bar as you without freaking out, what the fuck made you think she would he okay being alone with you?"

"I don't know, alright?!" he snapped, slumping down against the back seat. "I don't fucking know."

"I'm fucking done with this." He sighed, grabbing the rag and getting out. He opened the back door and covered Dave's mouth with the rag. "Night night fuckass." He laughed.

Dave gasped, sharply inhaling the chemicals on the rag and feeling his senses shut down slowly but quickly. His eyes drifted shut in a matter of seconds.