Bang.

Silence.

Blood.

On the concrete.

Gamzee stumbled back, a hand over his mouth as his eyes searched the picture before him in shock; searching for any chance to revive the obviously dead teen before him.

He didn't know what to do or what to say, all he could do was collapse against the building behind him and listen to the blaring sounds of the sirens as ambulances and police cars surrounded the scene.

All he could hear though was the blood pounding in his ears.

He couldn't even hear the officers trying to get him to talk, he didn't even realize that his body was shaking as much as it was until the officers wrenched him to his feet; he collapsed again against the concrete, his eyes locked on Eridan as his body was covered by the paramedics and quickly lifted into the ambulance.

The juggalo was lifted again and a blanket was wrapped around him as he was helped into a police car. He wanted to fight, he wanted to run. If they ran his file there would be so much shit on him that he'd be in juvy before he could prattle off his full name! He had to go he had to go now.

With all his strength he blindly and deafly ran from the car, discarding the blanket as he ran. He vaguely heard the cops yell after him as he fled the scene. It was all he could do. It was all he ever did.

Run.

Gamzee ran from everything.

His childhood.

His fear.

Himself.

His only love.

His life.

And so he continued to flee, refusing to accept the shouts and the blood that he had on his hands now.

If he had just went with the stupid hipster, maybe he'd have lived another day, maybe he'd have become someone, maybe he'd have married someone who actually loved him, maybe he'd have become something and made his father proud.

Gamzee could maybe forever but the poor boys blood was still splattered over the concrete. His memory of Eridan's sad face burning a hole through his mind; destroyed in seconds by the gun in his mouth.

Finally Gamzee slowed to a stop, his chest heaving in and out as he leaned against an alley wall, his body shaking violently as he began to sob, his arms holding himself tightly.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" Gamzee sobbed to himself as he shook, lost at where to go.

"Karkat…" Gamzee mumbled as he stumbled back to Karkat and Sollux's house.

He slowly trudged the path that he knew by heart, finding himself in front of the apartment complex.

"Mm home Karkat." Gamzee said in probably the most subdued tone Karkat had ever heard.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CHICKEN OUT?" Karkat retorted from the couch as he flipped channels, his other hand tangled in Sollux's hair; the blonds head rested in his lap.

"Eridan is dead." Gamzee said as he slumped into the arm chair adjacent to the couch.

"YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T EVEN TALK TO THE KI….WHAT. Wait what?" Karkat blinked in confusion.

"Yeah, what?" Sollux asked as he lifted his head from Karkat's lap to look at Gamzee.

"Eridan. Is. Dead." Gamzee choked out each word as if for every word, another stick was shoved under his bitten to the quick nails.

The couple stared at him not sure what to do with the information that was just given to him.

"When…how…." This was Sollux, who stood and walked over to Gamzee," WHAT HAPPENED?"

"God fucking dammit don't you fucking yell at me motherfucker!" Gamzee snarled, pressing his hands to his ears.

"Jutht tell me what happened Gamzee!"

"WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?" Karkat asked, glaring up at Sollux.

"Oh don't you fucking thtart kk. He wath our friend. He'th dead now!" Sollux said.

"He up and killed himself. Just like that."

Sollux's face fell and he slumped to the floor, staring up at Gamzee," he….killed himthelf. I….he…" Sollux hung his head and for the rest of the night, not another word was said. Karkat didn't even have a retort to something like that.