Terminally Flushed

Insanity Blown

Gamzee's POV

I knelt in the same spot for several minutes. My mind raced faster and faster as all the memories came flooding back.

Flashback

Mom and Dad were arguing again. It's become an almost nightly ritual. And it's always about the same thing. She wants us safe, but I don't know what from. He wants us to live our family legacy, what we're "bound to do." Confusion and anxiety overwhelmed me hearing them go back and forth, for hours on end. I got uo and ran to Kurloz's room. He was awake and afraid as well. We held each other as though we would die if one let go.

Suddenly, we heard stuff banging and crashing. The yelling was the loudest it's ever been. Their harsh words rang in my ears. As they did, my brother and I started crying until we heard a door slam, then stomping coming down the hall. Down the stairs, through the hallway, then, the feont door slammed before a car engine revved. It vibrated the little house. Tires screeched off into the distance.

Kurloz and I had finally stopped crying when Dad came in. Tears glistened in his eyes as he pulled us into a toght embrace. "I'm so sorry, boys. I'm sorry..." he whispered over and over again to us.

It was about 4 hours when Dad got a call. She was dead. My mom was gone. Suicide. The car was found in the river several miles down the road. Her body was not too far from it. We couldn't bear it, so we moved. I sat in the backseat of car, staring out the window, wondering what would come next.

Kurloz's POV

We watched as Gamzee shook with silent sobs. We knew it was going to be hard for him, but it had to happen sooner or later. It felt like a knife had been shoved through my heart as my little brother wept. All of the emotions he bottled up since the incident are now flooding back, hitting him like the weight of a thousand suns. I turned away, unable to watch him breakdown.

Then Dad tapped me on the shoulder, pointing to Gamzee. I turned back and saw that he had stood up. But...he wasn't my brother. A sick, twisted smile stretched across his face, his eyes now dark and looming. His stature was that of a lunatic, hunched over with his arms out slightly, his fingers curved to claws. This was definitely not my brother. Through his hair though, somwthing shone. Some sort of light. Gamzee started laughing, the sound deep and thundering. His hair shook from his forehead and their, right smack dab in the middle, was a glowing blue circle with a symbol in the middle. Just as I recognized the symbol, Gamzee walked towards us and spoke. "You're the motherfucking reason she's gone. IT'S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FAULT! If you two hadn't argued, if you had just listened to her, SHE WOULD BE MOTHERFUCKING HERE RIGHT NOW!" The change in volumes told me exactly what was going on: Gamzee is sober. "She just wanted us to be a normal family. BUT YOU HAD TO ALL UP AND PUSH HER AWAY! And now, my mother is dead. AND NOW, YOU HAVE TO FACE THE MOTHERFUCKING CONSEQUENCES, DAD!"

He ran towards us, his club that he kept hidden now in his hand. Dad and I didn't spare a second thought and took off. He was a demon of speed, but we were faster. We made it to the car where the two Pyrope sisters stood. "GET IN THE MOTHERFUCKING CAR!!!" Dad screamed to them. They got in with no questions as Dad and I finally got to them. We climbed into the car just as Gamzee burst into view, his club swinging in the air. Dad turned the key and set the car in reverse as he hit the gas, sending us backwards and out of the cemetary. Soon, Gamzee's figure disappeared behind us. The girls stayed silent in the back, waiting for us to explain what happened. We stayed quiet.

After about 20 minutes of driving, we stopped at a small motel. Dad got 2 rooms for us to split. After we got settled, we finally told them what happened. They stared at us, fear evident in their faces. "There's no way Gamzee would have turned on you guys. You're his family. He wouldn't do that...right?" Terezi "looked" at us questioningly. I just looked at my lap. Dad spoke up, "Listen, the Makara family has a hidden history. We are a clans of psychopaths. Everyone with Makara blood will have a mad side. Almost a different person from themselves. But Gamzee, after his mother died, his insanity snapped and he was like that. All that time, he was violent towards everyone, including us. Then, he found my stash of, uh, medicinal marijuana and decided to try it. After a few hits of a shitty rolled joint, he was his normal self again." Latula and Terezi hung to every word he said, but I continued to stare down as tears rolled down my cheeks. "When we found out, we kept him stoned. We had our Gamzee back." Dad started crying, his sobs shook the bed we were currently sitting on.

Then, a thought popped into my head. But if I signed it to them, they wouldn't understand exactly. I didn't  have the time to write it. So, I did thw only thing I could do. It was gonna hurt like a motherfucker but it has to happen. "Dad..." My voice was scratchy. I tried again, this time louder to get his attention. "Dad...I think...I know...why he snapped like that." All three of them then looked at me, disbelief fluttering across their eyes as their jaws went slack with shock. "Gamzee was stoned...when we got there...He couldn't have sobered up...so quickly." They were still in shock as they stayed quiet. I went on. "When he looked at us..." My voice slowly came back to me more and more, the deep, husky sound filling the small room. "I saw a symbol...on his forehead. It was the symbol...Scorpio." Terezi gasped and jumped up, "You really think..." I nodded my head. "Yes, Terezi. Vriska was controlling him."

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