The Bard and the Killer

Chapter 10: I Can Show You Pain

An: More graphic violence. This is Gamzee Makara and Jeff the Killer, after all. Also, language is used crudely! Also, for those not in the Homestuck fandom, a shoosh pap is just what trolls call comforting someone, like patting their back and shushing them.

     Jeff gently set Weeper aside, propping her on her side against the table so that she would not be laying on her injured joints. It was probably the most tenderness he had shown anyone in his entire existence. He stood and pulled his favored knife from his pocket, wiping the blade on the last clean part of his hoodie. "I'm afraid I can't just let you take Weeper. The Slenderman picked her to be one of us."

     Unexpectedly, Gamzee threw back his head and laughed loudly. It wasn't a merry sound. It was mocking; condescending. "Little boy, I think it's cute the way that you feel like you can stop me. I already up and tore him all to motherfuckin' hell. I hardly think you could be anymore difficult to take down." Gamzee licked his lips, as if excited for this fight. As if he knew what Jeff  really felt. "All the same, you better motherfuckin' TRY. I'm just itching for some more blood shed, so won't you please give it to me?" Then he charged with a wild HONK, clubs raised to smash Jeff's head in.

     Shock had flooded Jeff  but he still forced himself to move. "You...you killed the Slender? You can't. He's immortal." He neatly dodged the wild blows, more present in his own mind it seemed.

     Again Gamzee laughed, displaying his bizarre razor teeth. "No, motherfucker. I'm immortal. And now I'm going to kill you, just like I killed all your friends." He charged again, an unstoppable force. He was almost faster than Ben, and Ben could straight up teleport.

     Jeff saw red at the same time he was filled with a sense of dread. His mind filled with images of the tiny little girl in her stained pink dress lying motionless on the floor and he screamed like he'd never screamed before. "YOU BASTARD!" He charged himself, meeting Gamzee and sliding past him, under his flailing arms. Coming up behind him, Jeff plunged his knife without hesitation into Gamzee's back. Once. Twice. Three times, and then he was turning to counter it, seemingly unaffected.

     The white juggling pin struck Jeff across the face with enough force his heels flipped up over his head and he went spinning through the air in a violent half cartwheel, landing half stunned on his face. Dazed, he tried to clear the after image of the purple strip around the center of the pin, but that was all he could see floating in the empty air before him. He blinked, finally clearing this only to be lifted up by the collar of his worn hoodie and shaken like a rag doll. Gamzee wasn't even winded. "What are you?" Jeff managed to choke, rummaging in his pocket for one of his several spare knives. From the blood pouring down his face, Jeff knew for certain that his nose was horribly broken.

     "I'm higher than motherfuckin' all of you." The creature smiled again using his sure handed grasp on Jeff to slam him through the wall of a booth and pull him back out, this time shoving his face under the water. While Jeff didn't particularly have a desperate need for air, it still caused him a great bit of pain to have water logged lungs and so he struggled harder than before. Jeff finally managed to kick Gamzee where it hurt and he was dropped into the murky, reddish-brown water head first. There chunks of things that he had no desire to further examine. Jeff sank and when he stood it was up to his chin.

     Careful not to open his mouth, not even to spit, lest it get in; Jeff shoved his hands back into his pockets, patting frantically for his weapons. Not finding them, he submerged voluntarily this time and began to sweep his hands along the bottom of the neglected fish pond. His fingers had just wrapped around something handle shaped when a fist clenched in his hair and hauled him out of the water, flinging him at least eight feet and through another flimsy booth wall. Gamzee was relentless, the teen reflected to himself grimly as he struggled back to his feet. He was relentless and he was ruthless. Jeff was able to realize that Gamzee wasn't holding  back at all. He was playing around with him, because they both knew that if he wanted Jeff dead, it would already be done.