vatheon | [2nd Kill] Actually Killing

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[2nd Kill] Actually Killing

Characters: Yuno and Karkat
Location: Larmline Apartments; Second Floor, Room 6
Time: Feburary 13, Mid-Morning
Status: Closed
Mid-morning
[OOC: As a warning, this post will contain death/blood/gore!]

Today's the day. And it's going to happen, again and again. It has to happen.

The curse had ended now, which had cheered up most of the foreigners in Vatheon, but Yuno was far from being cheerful. Her encounter with Karkat Vantas at the ball had been an....interesting one. He had plenty to say to the girl, after all. Rotting corpses and cages were certainly a triggering topic for her, and he was very clearly trying to set her off.

The troll was a threat to her relationship and only happiness she had to hold onto. So was Eridan for that matter, he had to have told Karkat her dark secret due to his choices of wording to her. With that kind of information, it wouldn't be hard to tear her precious Yukki away from her...and then...

No, I can't have that happen, can I? Yuno told herself. She had been staring directly at the door of the unlit room she'd been in for quite a long while now. Her eyes held a vacant look to them, but inside that vacancy something still appeared to be stirring inside of her, something not quite right. This was a look of insanity, and it meant no good for anyone to walk through that door Yuno had been standing next to all this time, wielding the kitchen knife she had in her tight grip.

Someone should be home soon, and it wouldn’t matter who it was. Yuno was ready.

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No answer, not from Eridan. While there remained the possibility that he hadn't heard his voice - either distracted, or asleep - the relative quiet of the apartment chased that thought from certainty in his mind. Had he forgotten to lock the door? That could be it, but something still felt off. As he turned to close the door again, he saw why.

"Mother fuck. What are you doing here?" he demanded, backing up from Yuno and the knife both. Unlike her, the truth of his mental state was not confined to his eyes, but obvious in every movement: a gaze darting from face to blade, eyebrows drawn down in confusion and suspicion, a posture defensive and ready to act. He had been in fights before, certainly, and it showed in how he held himself. "You picked the lock, didn't you?"

More eye-catching, however, was probably the pair of sickles the appeared in his hands. He didn't even bother to captchalogue his keys, instead letting the ring drop to the floor as the weapons took their place. In his left hand was the cold, black Regisickle, and in the right, the out-of-place brightness of Homes Smell Ya Later. For all Karkat had sworn off killing, self-defense was another issue, especially under circumstances like these.

He couldn't trust her. He knew that already from how she had spoken, both a month ago and the night prior., and whatever other proof he needed now stood right before him.

Edited 2012-02-14 16:51 (UTC)

Karkat backing away didn't do him much help, since the girl only took a step forward for each step he took away. "You can't be that surprised, why do you think I'm here?" she asked simply, moving the blade down away from her cheek to her lips as she tilted her head to the side. Yuno had practically spit the word 'think' at him, the tone for that single word being much more serious sounding than the rest of her playfully said sentence.

Scythes appeared in the troll's hands, that was something she'd never seen happen before! They definitely made her break her stare from Karkat's confused expression plastered upon his face down to them, but otherwise the girl's face showed no reaction to the weapons, and even disregarded the question about the lockpicking. It wasn't important right now, Karkat was.
Yukki's safety was.
Her happiness was.

"I can't have you tell Yukki. I can't! You can't ruin our happiness!" Yuno's eyes darted back up to his face, to Karkat's very own, her face looking more angry now than before and the look in her eyes only intensifying. Without much time for him to react to her words, Yuno threw her knife-wielding hand forward and grasped the blade's handle now with both hands, making a mad run at the troll infront of her.

She had to keep an eye on those scythes of his, they could cause her unnecessary trouble if she got wounded in the process of killing the poor bastard. What if she got obvious wounds? Yukki would be so worried!

Sickles, not scythes. Scythes are far larger, with longer handles, and can't be duel-wielded. What Karkat held was smaller, more adept for close quarters, and hopefully sufficient enough to keep him from getting killed. He knew he would need it, the way she was looking at him, the way she spoke - the way she followed after, never letting him get further away than he was. Had they been in the open somewhere, this would be easier, but circumstances meant he would have to mind furniture, walls, and general space.

Perhaps worst about the situation, however, was the noted unpredictability that came with the murderously insane. Before Karkat could even fire of a retort to her comments, Yuno came at him. Straight from the front, two hands on the knife - that much he could deal with. He dodged to the side, eyes catching furniture from their corners as he stepped. But in that same movement, he swung: one sickle, out to the side, aiming to catch and knock aside her blade.

"What the fuck?" he shouted. What we she so worried about? That he'd tell Yukki, whoever he was, that his girlfriend was crazier than Gamzee off sopor? That much was obvious already, but stopping for an argument hardly seemed wise when she clearly wanted his life. "You're a goddamn psychopath; screw your happiness!"

The knife went out of her hands and scattered across the floor. She had been lucky the knife missed her and hit it instead, but now Yuno had to improvise. Eyes darted around her, trying to spot even one thing that could be used in her defense. Only a mug caught her eye, those awful tacky Vatheon mugs everyone had just received to be precise.

Yuno made a dive at the table past Karkat, grabbing the mug, and tried to position herself so the table was between them. What could she do with this mug? It wasn't really very useful as a weapon, that much was certain. She needed to get her knife back, or make her way to the kitchen area and get something new.

But how DARE he say that to her face! 'Screw your happiness'?! She'd ruin his happiness instead, show him he had no room to interfere with her wonderful life she had planned out for Yukki and herself.

But for the moment Yuno would just study him and leave him to make a move. Fighting an alien wasn't something you do everyday, after all. He could have strange abilities she didn't know about yet.

Strange abilities were out of Karkat's realm of control. Had he any such powers, he would have used them already to swing the situation in his favor. Instead all he could do was watch Yuno, minding her location as he tried to think of a way out of this.

The dive was completed easily enough, his sickles kept in reserve as she snatched up the coffee cup and circled around the table. Attacking her during a move like that could be too reckless; for all she apparently wanted him dead, killing her was still not his goal. He would have done something different than knock the knife from her hand if it was.

With the furniture between them, talking became easier.

"Why the fuck are you so worried about me on this?" he asked, eyes narrowed and wary. "Just put the stupid mug down and think, genius. What makes you even so sure I know your dumbass boyfriend to tell him anything? Why do you even think I would tell him? You're not exactly holding any secrets here with the way you act."

So maybe it wasn't the best argument, but thinking clearly was not the easiest task under circumstances like these. His eyes flicker from her to the mug and back. Maybe if he got close enough, he could snatch it from her hand...

Taking that risk, he edged closer around the table, though did not yet make any grab. "What good do you even think a mug is going to do? It's useless."

The fact that Karkat was still insisting to talk to her as if he had no idea was irritating her. He knew damn well what the issue was here, he said quite enough at the ball for her to know he was as big of a threat as she saw him as, so he could try to play it off, but it was going to get him nowhere other than the floor soaked in his own blood.

"Of course you'll tell him, you know. The bodies, the cages..Eridan must have told you, so now I have to kill you both!" Yuno wasn't really the best at talking in these sort of situations beyond what was flooding her mind, but you can't really expect an insane girl out to kill to spout anything else out to her soon-to-be victim. She didn't even remember Eridan also didn't know about the cages...

"You don't need a reason to, you'll just tell Yukki and then he'll leave! Then what, Karkat? Who will protect him then?!"

Karkat may have been slowly getting closer, but it wasn't exactly the best idea. Noticing he was getting closer, she gripped the mug tighter than before and moved her arm backward, up into a position that looked almost like she was going to throw it like a baseball. Yuno wasn't a stranger to someone trying to take a weapon away from her in these sort of situations.

"If it's useless, why are you trying to get close enough to take it from me?"

Every word out of this girl's mouth only convinced him further. She was shithive maggots, stark raving mad, and whatever other phrase one could use to indicate flat out crazy. Bodies? Cages? Told him what? But the last three words were something else entirely.

Kill you both.

Karkat hadn't gone into this wanting to kill her. He really, honestly hadn't, and would seek, if he could, to subdue her before anything else. But when that threat was issued for his matesprit, ire and instincts flared up to burn away his sense. Already once had Eridan been nearly killed, and then, despite his best efforts, he had been unable to do anything. All too easily his attacks were stopped, and it fell to mercy to keep the seadweller alive. He had never forgiven himself for his failure then, and now, he could not simply overlook what could so easily turn into a repeat.

The rest of Yuno's words slid past his ears without ever entering. Protecting Yukki? He couldn't care less. He had not even enough the thought to spare about the mug anymore. Teeth bared and eyes bright with wrath, instead, he leapt for her sickles first.

She could see that her words did spark a different emotion inside Karkat, now. Of course it would if you bring in the person they love so dearly! He wasn't much different from her, after all.

As soon as Karkat leapt at her with his sickles bared, she tossed the mug at him full-force. There wasn't time to check if it had hit him hard enough to stop him or if he managed to even avoid it, she had to move. Yuno jumped up onto the table, hurriedly scrambling off it just as quickly to get to her knife on the floor. She'd hoped that now that he was mad, he wouldn't think things through so easily and she would have time to grab back her weapon.

Dropping to her knees she scanned the floor around where it had been thrown, where was it? She needed it now! A few vital seconds passed until she spotted it, underneath one of the many chairs of the room- Yuno'd have to reach under for it and hope she had the time to grasp it for protection before this whole plan would backfire horribly. Maybe she should have gone through with stealing Yukki's diary for this while he was sleeping...

Yuno's aim struck true, hitting him hard enough to crack with the impact to his skull, then break properly once it hit the floor. He stumbled; his weapons dropped, then he dropped, knees hitting the floor for their own pain. Most, however, radiated from his skull. He would be ensured a bump, at least, for as hard as it hit.

But he couldn't just nurse the ache. He heard Yuno scrambling. Surely she would have her knife back quick, and he knew he had to move if he wanted any chance of survival. He snatched the sickle nearest, the Regisickle, and rose wobbling to his feet. Homes Smell Ya Later was left where it had hit the floor; he didn't want to risk the time it would take to grab it. Already he was slower than he wanted. The pain would keep him that way until it faded, and he didn't have the luxury of waiting.

"You sick freak, I'll gut you before I let you lay a hand on Eridan!" Make your distinctions about sanity, but that part at least they held the same.

Surely by now she would be back up, knife and all. He tightened his grip. He had to do this, and so again he went at her - rounding the table, instead of going over.

He was right, she did have that knife back in her possession by time he came back at her. Karkat was coming towards her again, but this time he appeared to only have one of his sickles. At least Yuno had knocked his defense down a bit.

"Gut me? You act like you're better than me but you're not any different at all! But my love is stronger, I'll win!" She felt a little like the Seventh saying that. But Yuno could tell Karkat wasn't the type to kill normally, she had the advantage here over him. There was no way she'd lose, not with losing her precious boyfriend on the line.

Charging directly at him didn't work well last time, though. This time she'd let the troll come to her. If she could get a good enough angle, this could be over quickly. The only issues were his sickles, they definitely were in her way of a quick and easy kill. So far she'd been lucky to not be touched by them, but with how Karkat's mood had changed she couldn't count on her luck staying so great.

"At least my matesprit remembers loving me!"

Karkat hesitated none in shouting that retort. Arguments about how better he was or wasn't could wait for another time, one preferably not in the middle of a fight, where one - hopefully her - was subdued and unable to cause anymore damage. Even this was outside his norm, but the risk of what she could do to Eridan if he didn't act overrode usual concerns.

And indeed he was coming at her. Anger, for one, did not make him smart. It left him impatient: quick to act, neglectful on thought. But even that speed of decision only meant so much with his sense of coordination so dented. His steps carried him forward, but inelegantly; the hand holding his sickle was unsteady. It would be a risk to attack at all--but an even greater one, in his mind, if he failed to try in the first place.

One swing, an arc out for her middle. But if she could dodge back, deflect, or (god forbid) even grab his arm? He didn't want to think about that.

There was the attack she was ready for, the sickle swinging down on her. Luckily for Yuno, Karkat had left himself wide open, leaving her capable of grabbing his arm just as he had hoped she wouldn't.

"I was hoping you'd put up a better fight than this, but it's okay, Karkat. Eridan won't miss you once he's gone, too."

And with that said, she moved her wielded hand at him at an attempt to slice at his throat. Her aim would probably be off although, holding back someone's arm while trying to use a knife in the other was sort of difficult when the victim was trying to get out of your grasp.

"Fuck!"

Far too easily, Karkat found himself caught. While only one arm, that restriction was still too heavy when it was the only one holding a weapon. He didn't even have time to snap back at her words, far too concerned with the very real danger he was in - and good for him, too, with the knife that swung out. Quick steps and her aim managed to clear his neck of the blade, but by far too little space. What he needed was to get free, then get her.

Simply snatching the sickle from his other hand would be too risky, and may very well leave him open for an attack in the precious seconds it took to switch holds. Instead he took a double action. He yanked his arm back as hard as he could, trying to wrench it from her grasp, a move that might pull her along with it first. But for that was a counter: as he yanked, he also punched, his free hand curled into a fist aimed for her middle. With any luck - for the first and probably last time, he wished he was Vriska - the move might buy him long enough to get away.

The blow his fist landed on her was surprising, enough to cause her to lose the grip on Karkat's arm as she stumbled backward a bit, allowing him a possible chance to get away. He was open enough for Yuno to make another attempt at his throat..she couldn't lose this chance, she was so close!

Fierce determination built up inside of her. Blocking out the pain- if only for this moment- Yuno made a wild slash at Karkat's neck once again, all her might put into reaching his throat despite the bit of distance they had been separated from his hit. Karkat was not going to get away from her.

The knife made contact with his grey skin, and before either of the two knew it, there was bright red blood seeping from the wound she'd caused. Yuno let go of the knife, leaving it protruding from Karkat's neck as if the fact it was sliced open wasn't bad enough for the poor troll.

"See, my love is stronger." A slight smile crept upon her face.

Freedom! Karkat jerked his arm away as soon as her felt her grip release, while his own tightened on the handle of his sickle. Inasmuch as this was her chance, so was it his: it would end with the next blow. He want forward as though to swing his weapon down on her--

--and found a knife in his neck.

"Hrrghk," came the sound from him. His arm, which had halted midair, now dropped. The sickle fell from his hand. Above all, it hurt, strange and foreign and wrong, the feel of his own neck slit open. He could feel blood seeping down from the gash, how hot at first (but the whole wound burned), then cooling too quick as it slid down chest and shirt. Abruptly, he fell to his knees.

The redness caught him as he raised his hands before him. For all he knew and had seen himself bleed before, to see so much at once bored the shade into his head like none other. Worse, though, was that he could feel it. Not just the pour from his wound, but inside it was filling up his lungs, burbling with each attempt at breath that couldn't draw air. I'm drowning, he thought to himself, for what little thought he could muster, simple as realizing a twist in a movie. Stupid - he should have called himself stupid, called himself on it, of course he was drowning, but he couldn't. His head was growing too light.

He hit the floor with a soft thump. Tipped back, spine to carpet, blood pooling sticky around him. Maybe it would have been quicker if she had just pulled the knife out, let that side bleed - surely she had to have hit something important - but instead everything faded. Temperature, sensation, awareness, self - then nothing.

Yuno watched Karkat as he began to realize what had exactly happened. The blood seeping from his neck was unusual to her, it was much too bright of a red compared to human blood. She'd almost think it wasn't really even blood if she hadn't been standing there, watching it all flood out of him.

He hit the floor. Well, that was that, she thought. It was time to go home and prepare breakfast for Yukki! But she'd ought to lock up the room, shouldn't she! Yuno looked around the floor near the door. Karkat had dropped the room key around here, she only needed to find it before out. After a moment of searching, she located it.

One last thing..she should probably take his SFC, too, while she was at it. It could be important, after all, she could return both of these things once she was done with them anyway. Yuno attempted to get it off of his person without having to touch any blood, but a bit did manage to get on her fingers as she swiped the communicator off of his corpse. That would need to be washed off when she was home.

Checking the hallway first to make sure nobody was out, she exited the room and shut the door, leaving it cracked a moment to get a last glimpse of Karkat's lifeless body soaked in blood. It was for the best.

The door was locked and shut. Time to go cook.

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[2nd Kill] Actually Killing

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I meant sickles why did I say scythes oops

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