Gunderkeen one-shots

To the Darkside

Thanks Teleleoparda for the idea!
This is more of an alternate ending, so none of my other chapters will relate to this.
Mallory's POV:
         My patience was thin, sitting on my bed, staring at the wall late one night, I couldn't do this until Ragnarok, nothing, my same routine.
         Grabbing a pair of scissors I hacked off a chunk of my red hair, tired of it's unruliness. I then walk out of the hotel, wearing a crop top and ripped jeans, a bag full of spray cans over my shoulder.
           I march to the park giving any, rude hand gestures if they started. When I got to a building, I started spray painted rude images and words on the wall in green and red paint.
          "Hey, Miss!" A police officer started at me. Not giving him another look, I threw my knife at him, impaling  him in between the eyes.
"Mallory?!" Halfborn appeared, eyes wide with TJ, and Magnus behind him.
      "He's dead, I can't heal him." Magnus mutters, taking out my knife and closing the man's eyes.
        "What it wrong with you!" TJ shouts.
"I got bored." I state turning back to my art. Halfborn grabs my hand, stopping my spray paint.
"This isn't you Keen, knock it off."
        "You don't know anything! I can't stay in that hotel forever! I'm done! With all of you!" I shout, ripping my hand from Halfborn's grasp. I shove the can in my bag, take my knife and turn to leave.
         Halfborn gets in my way, "we can't let you run loose Mal." His eyes never leaving mine.
"I don't know what's going on but you've got to snap out of it." Magnus says, drawing Jack, they all draw their weapons against me.
"What's going on with Red?" Jack asks, I snarl in response.
         Why were they stopping me? I can't go back! Anger was boiling through me, I hadn't felt this angry in a long time. I felt powerful, and Valhalla was holding me back with nothing but training and a pointless end game.
          "Move idiots!" I yell drawing my knives.
"No Mallory! I've been dead for a long time, I get it. But killing mortals won't solve anything!"
"They're doomed to die anyway! They are inferior!"
      I see something break Halfborn and TJ's eyes. Shaking my head at their weakness I charge.
         My hall mates stayed on the defense as I look to strike a nonfatal wound.
        I see an open point in Magnus's defense and go for his shoulder. TJ gets in my way and I watch in horror as my knife goes through his chest.
Halfborn's POV:
        I fought my girlfriend, trying to figure out what had happened. I move to knock her out, when she stabs TJ in the heart.
        I freeze, Mallory stares at me with those green and orange eyes. Fear and regret quickly replaced by anger. She spits at me then takes off, sprinting away. I run after her.
        "Keen!" I shout, she's fast, too fast for me to catch up.
"Mallory!" I finally halt, staring as her shortened red haired figure disappears from view.
        "Jefferson!" I exclaim before tearing back towards my remains hall mates.
          I carry TJ to the hotel, he didn't make it. I cry with Magnus over the ball of sunshine's body.
         The next evening we have the funeral, we watch from a hill, as the flaming arrow sinks the boat with my friends body in it.
        Later I find myself in her room. Someone would come to take Thomas Jefferson Jr's room, but Mallory's would stay open since she was still out there somewhere.
       I cry, bawling, as tears stream down my face. "It's my fault!" I shout throwing her desk. I quickly pick it up, wanting it to be just the way she left it.
        I then fall asleep in Mallory Keen's bed, with a picture of all three of us. Thomas Jefferson Jr's goofy face smiling up at me. Two gaping holes in my heart.

A/N
That chapter turned out darker then I thought it would. May have shed a few tears. Stay with me though please!
And stay insane fellow fan-humans!