Torn Between Worlds

Gamzee has renounced his blood colour to join the lowblood rebellion against the highblood tyrants. One day at an ambush he crosses paths with his hated brother and nothing feels the same anymore. His moirail Kanaya is always there to help him to the best of her abilities. Soon fate takes it's own corse in paving his journey as he ends up back in familiar but dreaded grounds, he meets with his old friends once again, but is disgusted in the new way of life they have adopted and confused how some of them never even changed. He begins spending more time with his real family and as always with Gamzee's life, shit goes downhill fast and hard.

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Righty then! I've started getting more into creative writing and decided to redeem myself from the past utter failures I've done with writting a poor excuse for a one shot. So I'm planning on making this a full, properly written fanfiction but who knows how it's gonna go!
Now a little disclaimer there will be sensitive and not particularly friendly topics in this, such as war, major character death, murder, selfharm, sex, incest and others.

¡You have been warned!

Homestuck does not belong to me, it's the gorgeous creation of Andrew Hussie, the art for the cover is also not mine.