p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 115%;"Jinxii woke up in the morning with Karkat staring down at her with a somewhat curious expression on his face. She looked around and realized where she was. The night before she had sneaked away because of the nightmares that started plaguing her. She blushed light silver and made a quick getaway. She grabbed her pillow and ran. She slid back into her room and sighed with relief. That was embarrassing! Oh well. She started her morning routine. Good thing she drank some coffee before bed and by miracle fell asleep! Otherwise she would've woken up extremely grumpy at Karkat's room. She took a shower, got dressed, and did her hair and makeup, and everything else. She then walked downstairs to have breakfast./p
p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 115%;"Later that day she got dressed in her martial arts pants, and a white tank top. She walked to her studio and changed the room to the dojo. While getting ready to practice with her katanas, she caught sight of her back in the mirror. A long diagonal scar peeked out from her right shoulder, and went below the fabric of her shirt. She wondered where she got it from. She lifted the corner of her shirt slightly on the left side of her waist. The scar was just ending there. It was weird. She knew she must have been in a fight or something to get a scar like that. But she couldn't remember when, or who did it. It was all foggy. It frustrated her. Maybe one day she would remember! Hopefully. She then drew her katanas, and began her routine./p
p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 115%;"After she finished practicing, she also hung out with Dave. She greeted him with a tackle hug, and then he showed her what he had made with their recording sessions. He did a fantastic job. They sounded so cool. He did barely any audio tuning, showing her true talent with her voice. But he added dubstep to the songs with no other instruments, and the ones that did, he synced the recordings perfectly. She was extremely happy with the turnouts. She then turned to Dave and asked, "Hey Dave, wanna be my morail?" he just did a cool nod and they continued what they were doing./p
p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 100%;"After dinner, she messed around for a while, and then went to bed without bothering to have coffee. She then had a dream. Of that day. Of him. It started by the river. She had her feet dipped into to cool, clear water. The rippling liquid reflected the beautiful stars of the night above her. She had left her friends' joined hive to get away from the hustle and bustle of the game session. Half of those people were idiots anyways. She decided to go back after some relaxation. She stood up, and brushed her knee lenth hair out of the way, and walked back. When she got there something was wrong. It was eerily quiet. Suddenly, and ear piercing shriek came out of the blue. Wait…she knew that voice…..Mairle! She sprinted the west of the way towards the house and burst in through the door. There, Strike, her matespirit, the one she trusteed above all else, was killing one of her friends! She gasped, and Strike turned to look at her. He was spattered with blood, especially his glasses and his hair, his double horns peeking through his inky black hair. He dropped what was once Mairle on the ground and turned to look at her. He had a psychotic look in his eyes. She knew he was always unstable, but she never thought it would come to this. There was maroon, green, pink, and purple blood everywhere on his shirt. There was also cuts all over him. She felt something break inside of her, and it wasn't just her heart. She fell to her knees thinking about her friends that had bid her goodbye before she left, and now she had lost them all within the hour she had left. And her matespirit had killed them all. Gone. All gone. She felt a great rage, burning fierce within her started to boil over and she retrieved her scythe from her syladex and yelled at the top of her lungs with her high pitched voice, and clashed blades with his double wielding swords that he had taught her to use. Over and over again they clashed blades. He seemed to have no recognition of who she was, until he slipped past her defenses. He grabbed her hair, dropping one of his swords and forced her to her knees. Tears streamed down her face. I'm going to die right here, she thought. He raised the sword he had above his head and slashed down. In one last rejection of dying, she jerked forward to escape the blade. She didn't escape it all the way. it slashed right through her beautiful hair, leaving her hair the length of her chin. It also made a cut across her back. She yelled in pain. She grabbed her scythe, turned around and slashed across his chest. A very deep cut. He fell to the ground. She then realized what she had done. She dropped to her knees and cradled him in her lap. The tears fell down her face in a steady stream. His blue eyes focused on her. He then said, "I'm…..s-sorry…Jinxii…I-I didn't know what I….was doing…at least….you survived…..I love you….." he fought to stay awake, but his eyes fluttered closed. And then he was gone. She shook him. "Strike? Strike wake up!" but he didn't. "STRIKE! DON'T GO!" it was too late. She brought shaking hands to her face. they were covered in his navy blood./p
p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 100%;"She woke up with a scream rising to her throat. She fought it back. Her face was wet with tears. She then realized why she didn't like Sollux. Sollux was the yellow blooded double of Strike. He gave her bad memories. Already her coffee stimulated mind was making her mind foggy. After about half an hour of sitting up trying to remember her dream the memory had vanished. But the fear was still there. She lay down again and tried to sleep./p
p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 115%;"Later that day she got dressed in her martial arts pants, and a white tank top. She walked to her studio and changed the room to the dojo. While getting ready to practice with her katanas, she caught sight of her back in the mirror. A long diagonal scar peeked out from her right shoulder, and went below the fabric of her shirt. She wondered where she got it from. She lifted the corner of her shirt slightly on the left side of her waist. The scar was just ending there. It was weird. She knew she must have been in a fight or something to get a scar like that. But she couldn't remember when, or who did it. It was all foggy. It frustrated her. Maybe one day she would remember! Hopefully. She then drew her katanas, and began her routine./p
p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 115%;"After she finished practicing, she also hung out with Dave. She greeted him with a tackle hug, and then he showed her what he had made with their recording sessions. He did a fantastic job. They sounded so cool. He did barely any audio tuning, showing her true talent with her voice. But he added dubstep to the songs with no other instruments, and the ones that did, he synced the recordings perfectly. She was extremely happy with the turnouts. She then turned to Dave and asked, "Hey Dave, wanna be my morail?" he just did a cool nod and they continued what they were doing./p
p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 100%;"After dinner, she messed around for a while, and then went to bed without bothering to have coffee. She then had a dream. Of that day. Of him. It started by the river. She had her feet dipped into to cool, clear water. The rippling liquid reflected the beautiful stars of the night above her. She had left her friends' joined hive to get away from the hustle and bustle of the game session. Half of those people were idiots anyways. She decided to go back after some relaxation. She stood up, and brushed her knee lenth hair out of the way, and walked back. When she got there something was wrong. It was eerily quiet. Suddenly, and ear piercing shriek came out of the blue. Wait…she knew that voice…..Mairle! She sprinted the west of the way towards the house and burst in through the door. There, Strike, her matespirit, the one she trusteed above all else, was killing one of her friends! She gasped, and Strike turned to look at her. He was spattered with blood, especially his glasses and his hair, his double horns peeking through his inky black hair. He dropped what was once Mairle on the ground and turned to look at her. He had a psychotic look in his eyes. She knew he was always unstable, but she never thought it would come to this. There was maroon, green, pink, and purple blood everywhere on his shirt. There was also cuts all over him. She felt something break inside of her, and it wasn't just her heart. She fell to her knees thinking about her friends that had bid her goodbye before she left, and now she had lost them all within the hour she had left. And her matespirit had killed them all. Gone. All gone. She felt a great rage, burning fierce within her started to boil over and she retrieved her scythe from her syladex and yelled at the top of her lungs with her high pitched voice, and clashed blades with his double wielding swords that he had taught her to use. Over and over again they clashed blades. He seemed to have no recognition of who she was, until he slipped past her defenses. He grabbed her hair, dropping one of his swords and forced her to her knees. Tears streamed down her face. I'm going to die right here, she thought. He raised the sword he had above his head and slashed down. In one last rejection of dying, she jerked forward to escape the blade. She didn't escape it all the way. it slashed right through her beautiful hair, leaving her hair the length of her chin. It also made a cut across her back. She yelled in pain. She grabbed her scythe, turned around and slashed across his chest. A very deep cut. He fell to the ground. She then realized what she had done. She dropped to her knees and cradled him in her lap. The tears fell down her face in a steady stream. His blue eyes focused on her. He then said, "I'm…..s-sorry…Jinxii…I-I didn't know what I….was doing…at least….you survived…..I love you….." he fought to stay awake, but his eyes fluttered closed. And then he was gone. She shook him. "Strike? Strike wake up!" but he didn't. "STRIKE! DON'T GO!" it was too late. She brought shaking hands to her face. they were covered in his navy blood./p
p style="margin-bottom: .14in; line-height: 100%;"She woke up with a scream rising to her throat. She fought it back. Her face was wet with tears. She then realized why she didn't like Sollux. Sollux was the yellow blooded double of Strike. He gave her bad memories. Already her coffee stimulated mind was making her mind foggy. After about half an hour of sitting up trying to remember her dream the memory had vanished. But the fear was still there. She lay down again and tried to sleep./p