Blind Rage ((Demonstuck: Gamrezi Fanfiction))

Introductions

     The nights in Alternia City all smelled the same to Terezi. Cold, wet, clogged with nothing but cigarette smoke and pollution. Of course what could she do about it? March into Crocker Corporation and demand a clean up of the entire city? No. She would be putting her entire career on the line. She'd have to be content with cleaning up the city in her own way; one criminal at a time. The sidewalks were still slick from this afternoons rain, allowing them to shimmer from the dim yellow glow of the street lamps. Terezi remembered sights like this vividly, just as she remembered the joy of hopping in the puddles as a child. The tapping of her cane echoed through the silent streets. Not many people ventured out after dark, too much risk and too little activity that didn't involve smoky rooms and cheap alcohol. Another turn of the corner, another stretch of sidewalk until she reached her destination; The Rumpus Plaza. The only decent apartment complex for miles. Her cane swatted at the plush carpets in the main lobby as she trudge towards the elevator, these long nights were making her more and more uneasy. Something in the air just reeked of trouble and she wanted nothing to do with it. A shiver ran down her spine as she pressed the glowing elevator button. 7th floor, room 9023. 

     The curtains were drawn, leaving only a few crappy lamps to light the room. Several multi-colored plush dragons lay scattered on the floor along with old criminal records written in fading chalk. Some would say Terezi was a bit 'eccentric,' others went as far as to claim insanity, but never the less she was still the best there was and nobody could deny that. Everyone could recall her claim-to-fame case almost like it was yesterday. The first lawyer to ever get a confession out of the infamous serial killer, Gamzee Makara. It took months of digging through trash and many long nights filled with intimate hatred. She winced at these memories and ran a pale hand through her short red hair. She would be lying if she said she didn't regret picking up that case. It almost seemed like a pity to watch that handsomely revolting face dangle lifelessly, yet she couldn't help but feel a sort of childish glee when that thick rope snapped his fragile neck. That feeling still sickened her to the very core and she prayed that she would never again watch an execution like that. Sighing heavily, she peeled back one of the curtains and imagined the view she once adored looking at. A silver skyline and a sky full of stars. The lovely scenery had always clashed with the smog that littered the lower streets of Alternia in an almost frightening way. The alarm clock on her bedside table screeched; midnight already? Time sure does fly when you're contemplating the past. Terezi decides that sleep would be a good idea for now. she didn't want to here any snide comments from her partner about how she was "alwayth tho late" and blah blah blah.

     Nightmares. That's all she got when she slept. Revolting images of a bloody circus tent and a shrill laugh that made her mind spin furiously. That face she longed to forget and the friends she loved begging for her help. They filled her mind and all at once she could feel those cold, unforgiving hands wrapped around her neck just like they had many years ago. Her mind came to a screeching halt when she realized that the sensation wasn't from her dream, but from the waking world. She couldn't breathe. With a strangled scream Terezi lashed out at the mysterious strangler, feeling her fists connect with cold skin and scraping the skin from her knuckles. She scrambled out of her crumpled sheets, feeling the presence behind her as she felt for her cane. Small fingers curled around the smooth wood of the precious walking stick.

     It was cool to the touch and a welcoming relief from the burning pain in her hand. With a soft click the bottom end of the cane slid off, releasing her pride and joy: A single edged sword that glistened even in the softest of light. She had used this beauty to get many incriminating pieces of evidence out of several suspects back in the day. Whoever was in here room would have to deal with this blade before they could lay another finger on her. Terezi stood quickly and took a panicked swing at the intruder only to find silence. No blood, no screams. Just the crisp sound of a sword slicing through the air. It was as if the intruder was never there, like it was all just some horrible night terror that caused her to jump to conclusions. Perhaps that's exactly what it was, she must have overreacted and acted too swiftly before processing the situation. It wouldn't be the first time she's done that. Never the less she slept lightly that night, with her cane close by for comfort.

     Morning almost seemed like a death sentence.