Homestuck ~Karazee~

Defenseless -Chapter 3-

||Just a bit of a service announcement before you read this chapter. It is going to get a bit intense, so if you're feel like you'd be bothered by something like that *since you already see where this story is going* just make a call for yourself, and skip this.- And if you happen to have the confidence to keep reading then I hope you enjoy~||

Karkat was left feeling fearful, and confused. He didn't know how he felt about this whole situation, on one hand he was physically in pain. Both from the bite on his neck which still happened to be bleeding, as well as his leg which throbbed in pain from being struck. But on the other hand, he hurt emotionally. His feelings for Gamzee had always been pale, it was a mutual care they had for each other, that was now being disturbed, and mixed with new emotions, and unfamiliar feelings. Karkat paused Gamzee by pressing a gentle hand on his chest.
"Gamzee is that you? What the hell is going on- I can't tell if...You are really you." Karkat sounded very hushed, and sincere. 

Gamzee pulled away slightly with this confused look plastered on his face. 
"what are you all up and sayin Karbro? of course its me?" Gamzee placed his hand gently on Karkat's cheek, giving a gentle squeeze. He looked down, just seeming to notice the blood slowly trickling down his neck.
"Karkat.."
Gamzee ran his fingers over the bite carefully earning a expression filled with discomfort from the smaller male.
"you're hurt bro- what happened..." Gamzee furrowed his eyebrows before returning his gaze to meet Karkat's.
"You...you don't remember?" Karkat whined a bit and covered his face. 
"This is so fucking confusing what the hell is going on!?" Karkat felt a few tears run down his cheek, mixing with the blood creating a singular sweet fluid. Gamzee pulled Karkat up into a hug. He hummed softly while trying to provide comfort.
"Karbro please don't cry...We can stop...It's o-" Gamzee dropped Karkat back down suddenly, his entire demeanor changed in a matter of seconds. 
"ugh..." Gamzee sneered, and wiped off Karkat's tears from his shoulder. 
"Motherfucking Disgusting.." He pinned Karkat back down onto the bed firmly. 
"Stop fucking this up and DELAYING." Gamzee growled out his words harshly. He was seemingly switching from being in and out of control. But what was so strange about this was the fact that Gamzee wasn't recalling his negative actions towards Karkat. His mind was left with blank spaces, and gaps where the voices took over. 

Karkat glared up at Gamzee while squirming around in discomfort. He was still trying to get out of the situation but he needed to speak with the real Gamzee for long enough to tell him what was really going on.
"Fuck. Off." Karkat spat in Gamzee's face. He knew that was a bad decision but he was just so fed up with the bullshit that he couldn't hold it back anymore. He didn't see this version of Gamzee as Gamzee. He separated them as two completely different people. 
"....." Gamzee stared down at Karkat with a blank expression. He slowly wiped off his face with his sleeve, causing his makeup to smear more than it already had. Gamzee took in a deep drawn out breath.
"You shouldn't have done that Karbro..." Gamzee slowly placed his hands around Karkat's neck while applying slight pressure. Karkat's eyes widened a bit. He started to pull, and tug against Gamzee's grip as his hands began to tighten. Karkat went into panic. 
"G-Gamzee..I can't fucking..b-breathe...stop..Gamzee" Karkat attempted to shout but he could barely get out a whisper. He squirmed around causing the sheets to bunch up around him. His body started to tremble as he clawed Gamzee's hands, tearing into his skin. Gamzee didn't falter, he just simply grinned while applying more pressure. Karkat tilted his head back as a few tears fell down his cheeks, tainting the pillow beneath him. His cries in pain, and helpless screams went silenced. Unheard. His vision grew blurry, his limbs started to have an unfamiliar tingling sensation as the last puffs of air that rested in his lungs were used up. The mutants eyes fluttered shut, and his struggling fell to nothing but a weak grip on Gamzee's wrist.

Gamzee quickly let go of Karkat's neck letting, laying him back on the bed. He stared at his seemingly lifeless body with no remorse or sympathy for what he just put his Moirail through. His eyes half lidded, and dull. Showing no emotion. The only sounds that dared break the silence was the soft panting of Gamzee trying to catch his breath from how intense the situation had just been.