Wicked Elixir

Troubled and Fighting

You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. Man have you caused some motherfucking wicked riot today. You laugh to yourself when you get a chance to stop in an alley, hoping not to be caught.

"C'mon I think he went this way!"

They run right past. Oh fucking damn are you a trouble maker or what and like hell it doesn't bring you the best kind of joy. Motherfucking hot damn. You look around the alley, it's quite wide, either wall brick. Classically, you're even hiding beside a dumpster. Above you are iron fire escapes on both walls.

This new planet is so much more different than Alternia. The soft humans says it's also a lot different from Earth. You, on the other hand, think it's a miracle the two teams didn't end up creating some stupid fuckin planet that couldn't sustain life. The humans have stupid soft skin and can barely fight at all. Trolls on the other hand are practically bred to kill. You laugh, wasn't that the best motherfucking part?

It's now socially unacceptable to go around committing murder so you just end up getting in a lot fights instead. Contrary to what people think, it's not something you have much control over, it just makes you feel alive. It's a dark sick little thing, but that's why you're never home.

"Hello? Is someone down there?"

You look up. It's a girl, red hair, black clothes, (and mother fucker is she pale) peering out into the alley.

"Yeah, I think I fuckin hurt myself, could you possibly help this little clown out?"

You'd figured out how to manipulate with your words. You'd instigated a fight more than once and you'd talked your way out of trouble twice as much.

"Sure! I'll be right down."

She was on the top floor. You watched as she quickly hopped from one fire escape to the next with ease. You noticed how she didn't think twice about helping you; that means she lives all alone. Stupid girl. She dangles down and lands across from you in a stance that's almost intimidating, but when you see her full, you realize how goddamn small she is.

"Where'd you get hur-mmmfffngg."

You have her mouth covered and she's backed against the wall.

"You live alone? Motherfucker you ran into the wrong troll."

You chuckle. She tries to fight back, but you've already paralyzed her by grabbing her throat. You can feel your claws digging into her skin, her heart slowing, her breath being choked out of her. She looks up at you in dismay, clawing at your arm.

"Please," she whispers.

You shake your head shushing her with a finger to your lips. Her eyes, with a look of alarm flicker out, eyelids drooping closed slowly. They glaze over a fine deep amber, black veins crawling up her face, her skin growing incredibly cold. You back away somewhat frightened and startled. She falls to the ground.

"It's your lucky motherfucking day."

You hear her coughing and inhaling sharply as you run off down the street.

That's not supposed to fuckin happen. That is not supposed to happen.

In your shaken state you make your way home.

~~~

You stare down at your hands, under your nails is blood. Not the kind you've ever seen and you've seen a lot of fucking blood. It looks a lot like the night sky, sparkling with stars and blacker than Karkat's hatred used to be for the Egbert boy. With all the blood mutations that have come out human/troll romances, this would top them all. You quickly strip down for a shower.

I must've been seeing some wicked things because motherfucker I can't even get my think pan rolling. You look down at your fingers, the blood still sticking. You ecstatically scrub until it all comes out, staining the soap running down the drain.

When you're done cleaning your wacked out mess of hair and have stopped shaking from confusion, you get out a slick back your hair. You dry your face and look at yourself. It's so mother fucking odd seeing yourself with no white face paint on. It doesn't look right. It's funny because you can see the scar that Nepeta left. Now the underestimation of that girl's true power. She was stronger than Equius who you took down with ease, she on the other hand, put up a fight. You still remember how much it hurt to feel those claws dig into your face, causing you to bleed.

You take out your face paint and inspect it. There's still a good amount left. Eventually you'll have to get more, but today, good brother, is not that day. You decide against it for now. You leave the bathroom not caring much that you have nothing on. You chuckle. After you put some clothes on and your hair is dried to a wild chaos, you go to harass Karkat while he's sleeping.

You do your best to sneak in and then crawl in behind him. He's all snuggled in his soft warm blankets. You put a hand on his hip and then trace that same hand up his shirt. He twitches. You pull him closer to you. He starts making noises, you know this shit is effecting him. You pull all his hair away from his ear and neck and breathe softly and then, very, very quietly. You say it. You say one word that could take a wet dream to a nightmare in one second because you fuckin tortured him with it back on the meteor. It made him... quiver with fear.

"Honk."

You can feel his body tense and his eyebrows scrunch together. You can barely contain yourself as you sneak out and make your way back to the bathroom. You apply your face paint and then sit on the couch and curl in. You put your head on your forearms and drift off to a deep, refreshing sleep.