[2nd Kill] Actually Killing

[possessivelove]

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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[bethehugejerk]

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.

[possessivelove]

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.

[bethehugejerk]

"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.

[possessivelove]

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.

[bethehugejerk]

"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.

[possessivelove]

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.

[bethehugejerk]

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.

[possessivelove]

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.