The alley lay shrouded in darkness, a light mist drifting through the night air, undisturbed. A heavy silence added to the oppressive stillness of the cleft between the two dank, run down brick buildings, dripping water from a roof gutter falling into a grimy puddle the only break in the silent monotony. Huddled in a doorway, Dave curled himself as far out of sight as he could, shaking in terror. In the distance, a faint honk echoed down the alleyway, muffled by the mist. Dave froze, waiting for the honking to get louder, for his pursuer to appear. The next honk was quieter, further away. "I think I lost that crazy fucker yo" he thinks to himself, slowly relaxing with a sigh. "He's gone Strider, relax" he whispers to himself, sagging into the wall with relief.
"Oh, I wouldn’t say that bro. I'D SAY THIS MOTHERFUCKERS HERE. Hehehehehe...". Dave whirled, drawing his sword, readying himself for combat. At the end of the alleyway, he could see the silhouette of his pursuer. The figure stood side on, his face hidden by the upturned collar of his shredded leather jacket and his wild spikey hair. He was tall, almost seven foot, and skinny, his limbs long and gangly. In his hands swung a pair of juggling clubs, dripping an unknown fluid which also ran freely from the rents in his jacket. "Gamzee, c'mon man… don’t make me hurt you. Just leave me and Karkat alone man" Dave said threateningly.
"DON’T YOU DARE EVEN FUCKING SAY THAT MOTHERFUCKERS NAME STRIDER. Don't you fucking dare…" Gamzee screamed to the sky, throwing his arms back in rage, before regaining his composure and slowly turning to face Dave. The pale moonlight illuminated his gaunt face, highlighting the whiteness of his skin and casting shadows under his prominent cheekbones. His pointed chin drew immediate attention to his grinning mouth, razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, complete with extended canines. But what drew Dave's attention was not the unnatural paleness of his skin, nor the deadly fangs which jutted from his toothy smile - his eyes were what drew him in. They glowed blood red, twin pools of seething red hatred and madness locking onto Dave's. The force of Gamzee's gaze rooted him to the spot, leaving his sword hanging limp in his hand. As Gamzee began to slowly pace closer, the fog swirling around his feet, a long, low hoooooooooooooooooooooooonk escaped his lips, and Dave's eyes started to close. As he neared, Dave's eyes closed, and all was quiet in the alley. Dave swayed on his feet, his mind caught in a swirling maelstrom of darkness which slowly receded as the honk stopped. His eyes flicked open and he whipped his head around, looking for Gamzee as he dropped into a fighting crouch, sword at the ready. The alley was empty though, and the fog lay still around Dave's feet, undisturbed.
"Come on bro, is that really necessary? I THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE COOL ASS MOTHERFUCKER, BUT NO. You're just like the rest of them...WALKING FUCKING SNACK BARS YO." Dave's eyes flicked to the rooftops, and there he saw Gamzee, his form silhouetted against the moon, crouching on a grimy brick ledge. "Walking snack bars? Dude, what the fuck? I though Karkat was supposed to curb this bullshit man. "He was", whispered Gamzee. "BUT NOW IM ON THE FUCKING FREEWAY YO. Ain't no motherfucking curbs here." "Bro, where the fuck is Karkat? He should be calming you the fuck down !" "YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I TOLD YOU, DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT HIM.I - he…...he's fucking dead yo….I killed him….but now. BUT MOTHERFUCKING NOW. No-one can stop me. AND GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKER? You're on the motherfucking menu bro." and with that, Gamzee dove off the roof towards Dave.
As Gamzee landed, he rolled and swung his clubs down at Dave, lending all his weight and momentum into the strike. Dave managed to get his sword up in time, but the sheer force of the impact shattered his sword and sent him reeling backwards. "There we go bro, now hold still...HONK" Gamzee hissed as he walked towards Dave. "Stupid legendary piece of shit..." Dave murmured as he stared at the shattered remains of his sword. He dropped the hilt and slowly backed away. Gamzee laughed as he swooped in, grabbing Dave's wrists and pinning him against the alley wall. Dave grunted as Gamzee's fangs sank into his neck, piercing his artery. He felt the blood run from his neck and Gamzee drinking his life away. His nostrils were filled with the smell of leather and blood as his vision drifted into blackness.
