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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
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  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
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      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Karkat_Vantas, John_Egbert/Gamzee_Makara, Rose_Lalonde/Kanaya
      Maryam, Eridan_Ampora/Sollux_Captor, Gamzee_Makara/Dave_Strider
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      Published: 2012-12-02 Updated: 2013-09-04 Chapters: 3/? Words: 9906
****** Miracles in Blue ******
by twinlyDementious
Summary
     In an AU where Trolls from Alternia invade Earth, successfully
     enslaving the humans, John is one of the lucky few who is kept alive
     to train as slaves to a Caste that will someday buy them. Being too
     young has kept him safe, until he finds himself not as lucky as he
     had once believed. Of gold cities, of waking up, of familiarity, and
     of secrets waiting to be revealed. A journey awaits here.
***** Unlucky Day *****
A/N: First_AU_(Alternate_Universe)_Homestuck_Fanfic_:D I know, I know... The
shipping might be really strange, but I tried to include more than what you
think is simply in here. Yes, this is a Clownshipping Fanfic. As crack as that
may seem, give it a chance, okay? And don't worry, I love JohnKat, so there
MUST be some in here. Maybe a Quadrant all to themselves? Hehe. Please, give
this fic a chance! GamJohn won't be happening for a while... This is gonna be a
really long Fanfic, hehe! 3
Before you ask, NO. This is not going to include any DaveJohn. I'm sorry, but
they are best friends (Moirails) and forever will be in my book. What is up
with "Best friends HAVE to be together." Sorry, I think just friends are
awesome xD But it's just my opinion and I'm not dissing on your shipping. I
just don't wanna pair two best friends together... Yes, there is going to be
some Kanaya and Rose shipping (OTP!). Tentabulges, yes. Gore, chucklevoodoos
that freak you out, and some more that I'm too lazy to include here. Just know
it's MATURE for a reason, dammit. Flamers shall be forced into joining the Gay
Parade. Got to show their pride, you know? Denial shall not be allowed here in
my Fanfic! Now read on!
Pairings have Quadrants, FYI. Yeah, remember those things? (Tentabulges are
Canon in here.)
Matesprit - Kanaya x Rose is OTP Shipping in here. Matesprit - Gamzee x John is
OTP Shipping in here.
Moirail – Dave x John is Shipped in here as this ONLY.
Kismesis - Karkat x John is OTP Shipping in here. Kismesis - Sollux x Eridan is
OTP Shipping in here.
Will_take_suggestions_for_other_Pairings_and_Quadrants!_:3
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                              "Miracles In Blue"
                                        
                          Written by twinlyDementious
                            Chapter 1: Unlucky Day
John Egbert often thought he was one of the lucky ones. After all, he was still
alive - unlike most of his kind. The invasion of trolls into his planet had
been unexpected and there had been no way to defy them without the threat of
being killed. His father had been one of the many that had fallen to their
deaths - their defiance too much to be overlooked. John could only say that it
was because of his age that he was allowed to live. He had been too young to
defy them; too naive to understand his position.
From a very young age, he had been brought up and forced into the training on
how to become a proper servant. He hadn't chosen this. Just like everything in
his life, there was never a choice. All he could do was keep an optimistic
thought to his situation. He was lucky, after all. Still alive, unlike his
father whose last memory was a haze of endless red and pain. But still that
darkness hovered at the back of his mind, whispering words that he often times
struggled to ignore. Things could be worse, after all. He could become a
servant to the High-bloods, as small of a chance as that may be.
Every day was the same, though there were times when it was filled with
excitement from the Slave-Handlers who arrived for the next batch of 'ready'
slaves. The scent of frightened slaves who were being yanked from line and into
cages filled them with too much blood-lust. There had been those unfortunate
moments with slaves that had taken the brunt of such blood-lust and was
tragically, and often painfully, killed. John was one of the rare and lucky few
that had yet to be taken; their ages deemed not yet appropriate and up to
standards for being owned by any of the Troll's Castes. John was lucky and for
that he was grateful. Though he often wished he could have been lucky enough to
avoid the sight of death and the sound it brought.
Today was one of those days to be on your toes and your body braced for
anything that may come. On the third week of every month the Handlers came for
the slaves, whether you were ready or not. It just so dreadfully happened to be
that of all days it could have been on, John had the unlucky chance of it being
today. Of course, it was to be expected for him to have these rare bouts of no
luck at all on this very day of every year. It would probably be even more
difficult to keep track of the day once he was taken to Alternia when it was
his time. Then he would have to follow their Calendar, which frustrated him to
no end. He didn't even want to think about it.
"John! Hellooo, Earth to John! Haven't you heard the news yet? Johnnn!" The
high-pitched voice brought him back to the present, where he had been before he
had lost himself in his thoughts. It wasn't the first time and he had been
warned of the consequences should he be caught so unaware, but John couldn't
help but want to escape life every now and then. He often got lost in the
strange castle made of lifeless gold and the sky that was filled with
nightmarish clouds. His dreams haunted him even while he was awake.
"John! I have some news for you! Better stop the daydreaming now before it's
too late, you know! 'Cause once you hear the news, you're gonna wish you had
your mommy to hold you at night!" The malevolent grin of the girl who John knew
to be his recurrent tormentor was shoved into his face. She was so close that
he could see the light specks in her normally dark and gray eyes. She was cruel
and it was a trait shared by most slaves here in training. Being a slave meant
that you would never be allowed Quadrants of any kind. It was lonely.
"Ughh! Pay attention for once!" A snap of fingers in the face brought John back
to the common weariness and irritation she often showed towards him. After all
this time, he still didn't know her name. His ignorance in such knowledge
brought her amusement, as if it were a game she played. Her constant weariness
soon accompanied a pleased look in his direction. That was never a good sign in
his book.
"There's no need for such a look, John." She fluttered her fingers and wiggled
her eyebrows at him as if it might entice him - they both knew it wouldn't.
Such an act would have received a slash in the face, no matter if Quadrants had
nothing to do with it. It was strictly forbidden between Humans. The
consequences were too severe for anyone other than this arrogant girl to just
up and forget. Or in her case, ignore.
His grip on the scrubbing brush tightened and shook in an effort to keep
himself calm as he stood from the floor to gain some much-needed height. A
couple of the slaves that had been accompanying him in the chore all stopped to
watch with barely-concealed horror. A few of their eyes screamed at him to
stop. Any other day, they begged him. The ones who weren't made for such a
disgraceful act of pleading, all looked at him with threat in their eyes if he
didn't stop his stupidity and get back to work.
He licked his lips and braced himself for some courage.
"Well." His words shook slightly as he spoke, but he just wanted her to leave.
He took another deep breathe, "I'm waiting to hear your news. We're busy here,
in case you forgot what today was. This isn't the time to be-"
She interrupted him with her high-pitched obnoxious giggles and gave him a
sinister look of ill-conceived enjoyment, "I didn't forget. How could I with my
news?" She wiggled her fingers at him again, her cracked and pale-colored lips
moving mockingly slow to overly-exaggerate and pronounce each word needlessly,
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
She was mocking him for his ignorance as if it were a game. Except this time,
it was a game that no one but her had the time for. She slacked-off as everyone
worked. Acting much like a cruel Queen among slaves as if this was her own
Caste. John just happened to be the lowest in her eyes. She had told him once
of her hatred for his blue-colored eyes, how blue they looked and how it
reminded her of the "blue bloods". His eyes were "too Indigo-colored for her
liking". She may have seemed secretive about it, but all the slaves knew of her
desire to be a Troll of very high Caste.
"Hurry up and tell him then! We're not here to be punished for you distracting
us from our work!" A female slave with black hair and the greenest of eyes had
stood with a fierce look on her face. Unlike John, she held no brush in her
hands and she shook not with nervousness but with anger. She was pale-faced,
but her lips were flushed prettily with pink and her face showed more youth
than most of the slaves with their broken down faces. Her hair was cut with
bangs that framed her face like a halo and left the rest to flow like a cascade
of silk along her back. For a slave, she appeared more lively and healthy than
most would.
There was another giggle, though it sounded different from the ones before.
There was such an obvious edge to it that anyone who listened could hear the
sharpness. Turning to look made him want to turn and run. The girl's pale face
had twisted into an ugly grimace, her mud-colored hair that was deemed too
light for her standards was cropped short and clung to her sweat and dirt
covered face. Pale and rusted over rags draped over her figure with holes here
and there. Bare feet covered in something even more filthy than her body left
newly-stains on the recently clean floor as she threw her body forward in a
rage.
"Shut your filthy mouth, wench." The words were hissed like a venomous snake
about to strike. Filled with so much poison that it made everyone shiver,
especially John seeing as he was the closest. There was something animalistic
in her expression, in the eyes that stared at the green-eyed girl who stood
tall in her garments that were much cleaner than the girl who spat at her. In
this form of her that was so rare to be seen, she had bared her rotten teeth as
if she had thought of them as threatening as they looked disgusting to anyone
who looked. She held herself like a Troll, but she appeared nothing short of a
delusional and psychopathic mad woman. She was no longer being playful, her
mind too lost for her to act as flirtatious as she had been before.
John felt he should interrupt before things got out of hand, the girl that
stood at the other end of the barely lit and slowly darkening hallway from them
looked as if she was ready for a fight to the death. John didn't know how he
knew, but there was something in her eyes that spoke to him. Something that
called to him as she looked at him with a face that held a strange warmth and
familiarity. She was protecting him as much as she was defending herself. She
reminded him of his dream world but she was so much more brighter than the gold
that seemed to pale like ash in comparison.
Like a breeze that left as fast as it came, John could swear that he had heard
her voice telling him to wake up. "Wake up, John! Please, wake up!"But all he
could do was blink and wonder at the strangeness of his thoughts, he was
already awake and he had no need to be distracting himself right now. With a
shake of the head, he turned back and asked the filthy girl what she had
originally came to hear. Before he had even opened his mouth, she was turning
to look at him with such a look of sudden and inexplicable calm that John found
himself terrified to even ask.
She smiled down at his short-figure with her thin lips pressed tightly
together. Her glazed eyes were heavily-lidded and her cheeks were hollow from
the mouth that twisted it. She looked as if she were the walking-dead and there
was an unfading spark of hunger that was raging like a fire in those otherwise
tired-looking eyes. This whole exchange that they were having with this crazed
girl who had long before tormented him, was now terrifying him more than he had
ever thought possible. It made him wonder on what had finally made her snap.
As the sound of heavy boots came thundering into the empty hallway adorned with
lanterns and its long high-arched ceiling, the sudden silence that had been
hanging eerily from the words that drove fear into the heart of John Egbert and
those that surrounded him was interrupted. There was a rushed cry from all but
those that stood still from the news that had finally been spoken. Lips shook
as one erupted into a laughter that was cut off from a blow to the head and the
other in a soundless cry as he finally realized how unlucky he truly was.
Green-eyes filled with fear as unseen tears ran down her face hidden behind the
darkness of her hair.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE! YOU USELESS SLAVES! GET BACK TO WORK!"
The two male Trolls clad in a lighter shade of blue that showed their Caste as
being of Cerulean Blood stood at a dominating height over the slaves before
them. The Troll tallest of the two had been the one who had yelled, his
screaming accompanied with the slashing movements of his weapon. The red liquid
that drenched the single rod of thick and heavy black metal was splashing red
droplets all along the floor and the walls as it was swung repeatedly in a fist
that flexed as he heaved the weapon in threat with his words.
The floor in front of him was stained with that same red that was now flooding
around his feet like water. He said nothing as the slaves rushed around him to
clean up the mess that was left behind from the departing Trolls, their
laughter now ringing like a pitch of endless buzzing in his ears from the
shock. The red dripped as the Troll swung it lazily at his side, the calm could
now be seen in his shoulders and arms. John saw this, but he also saw the
gaping hole and crushed face from the girl who had spoken her final words.
Mockingly they echoed in his ears as if she had died playing that game she had
so loved to play.
"Don't you know who you belong to? You should know, you belong as a whore to
The Grand Highblood now after all."
Her eyes and lips were frozen in an expression of maddening delight. But deep
down, John could see the envy inside her eyes. John paused to pick up the paper
she had dropped, the proof to who had bought him was printed like a receipt on
a small piece of paper. Like a contract to a demon, his name along with his day
of birth was printed clearly with the title of the Troll who had purchased him.
She had been speaking the truth.
His hands shook as he stared with a blank look to his eyes, his mind thinking
only one thought. On the 13th day of April of every year, he was always
unlucky. The feeling that had been persisting throughout the day was now at the
front of his mind with understanding. This was worse than he could have ever
imagined before.
Happy Birthday, John.
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Note: I don't know all the names to the Ancestors, so I'm just going to use
Post-Scratch names for the Trolls here. It's AU, I can work with it. Hehe.
Now Read and Review, please!
***** An Unlikely Alliance *****
A/N: Warnings are in first chapter, which you should have read before you moved
on to this one, therefore you should already know what to expect~
Moving on!
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                               Miracles in Blue

                                  Chapter 2:
                             An Unlikely Alliance
The incident from earlier had been laid to rest once the body and the blood-
stained floors had been washed-up to clean perfection. It was a normal
occurence otherwise and no time could be spent thinking of some dead slave over
the work that had to be done. They were all rushing to finish before the
deadline of late evening, which would be when the Slave-Handling Trolls came
for all the fresh meat.
All the slaves were running about trying to get things done; some on their
knees scrubbing the floors while others were standing on their tippy-toes
trying to scrub away spider-webs from the high ceilings. Feet that were clad in
temporary shoes made of cloth left a soft rustling sound as they passed by the
huddled form of John. No one dared to bother him, many not having the time and
also because there was no need to get involved with such a 'threat'.
Associating with slaves owned by a Higher Caste than their own was just asking
for trouble, after all.
John's own feet were still bare since his job didn't involve working around the
areas where he would be needing them. Human Slaves weren't allowed shoes at all
except for the annual monthly cleaning that had to be rushed with their day-
light time limit; winter time just meant that it was less time they had. The
shoes being used now would be thrown out by tomorrow and then needing to be
replaced before the next month's set date. It wasn't that the material itself
was hard to come by, rather it was just difficult to make so many clean shoes
when everything else was so dirty. Not to mention the lack of time on top of
all the daily chores given.
It was difficult thinking of how he was so used to everything here in the
Training Facility, almost as if he were comfortable with it and could almost
call it home. The thought of leaving made his head spin, if only because he
didn't know much of anything outside these stone walls. Everything he did know
was already being thought over and second-guessed as he sat around drowning in
his anxiety. All this time he had been expecting some lower Caste to buy him -
that was what he had hoped for, at least. To be owned not just by a higher
Caste but by The Grand Highblood himself was just too much for his mind to wrap
around.
It was just how his luck happened to work. John supposed he should have
expected something like this to happen on his birthday, the unluckiest day of
every damn year. The gray clothes that he wore began to wrinkle as his arms
tightened from their place wrapped around his knees. The common uniform of long
sleeves and pants that hung loose in some parts and tight in others made him
wonder on what he would wear once he arrived in Alternia. Dark eyebrows
furrowed in thought as he wiggled his pale toes and picked at a string that
hung from a hole just beneath his right knee.
He shifted his body so that he was leaning against the wall and his head rested
on the wall just above his left shoulder. His usually bright eyes were now
glazed over and dull as he stared past the arm that draped across his knee. The
rest of his arm was left suspended mid-air and immoble with a slip of paper
that hung from his loose fingers. Even though he was awake and moving, there
was that strange disoriented feeling that he was walking while he was also
sitting. Just like he was seeing the gray stoned facility just as much as he
was seeing the faded gold city, from which he could then see the dark clouds
that swarmed overhead in a storm just waiting to strike.
His knuckles stood out in a strain of pink and white as they tightened to the
point that they shook. The paper started to rip from how hard he held it,
though there was no need of it anymore. He had read it too many times to forget
what it said, he could almost say that he had memorized the scrawl of purple-
inked Alternian letters long before he had even realized that the ink wasn't
even black. The anxiety was building up inside of him and for the first time in
his life there was a part of John that could admit just how terrified he truly
was
He couldn't do this, he just couldn't.
"Psst!" The sound startled him, reminding him for a second of the girl who had
sounded almost exactly the same before she had gone and lost her mind - if she
had ever had it in the first place. He shook his head with a scowl at his
stupidity. He wasn't crazy enough to hear voices though, John was sure, so he
turned his head right and left to check down the halls. He had spent a long
enough time moping around for the cleaning to be finished without him and the
guilt struck at him for bailing.
"Hey! Psst! You!" The voice was slightly louder this time, sounding desperate
before it broke off into a rage of muffled curses and cuss words. There was no
way he was imagining something so realistically sound as that. He jumped to his
feet and began to jerk his head so fast to look around the halls that it made
him dizzy and go cross-eyed. Nothing but gray stone, tinted black windows, and
dying lanterns.
"He looks stupid!" Came another voice, sounding deeper and angrier than what
John had heard it sound like before. It made him pause in his search and
consider the situation he was currently in; any other slave would have ran
straight to a commanding Troll and told him what they were hearing. Of course,
John was anything but an ordinary slave so this was only just occuring to him
now.
He bit his lip as he furrowed his eyebrows and hunched in on himself in an
attempt to make himself look smaller. The hall was silent without anyone close
by him and it made him anxious. There were slaves at the futher end of the hall
that could be reached if he managed to run before it was too late. There was
always the chance of not being fast enough as well. If he acted before he ran
into trouble then maybe he could succeed in getting out alive.
The thought had barely crossed his mind before his feet were turning and moving
forward in a run down the hall. The slaves ahead of him were just tiny specks
of black in the distance and John knew they wouldn't be able to see anything if
he cried for help. There was a reason why wandering the hallways without
company was dangerous. That was why they had groups for when they did the
chores. They didn't do it to help each other but to use each other. Since John
was no longer one of them, there was no need for his company anymore. His bad
luck was on a roll today now wasn't it!
A hand clenched around his calf before he had even managed to cross any real
distance, causing him to trip and fall to the floor with a loud cry of pain.
His head throbbed from where it had struck the floor and left him feeling
weightless and sick. By the time he came back to awareness, a firm hand was
already over his mouth and a heavy weight was on his back crushing him. There
was a stillness as they both laid there watching the specks in the distance
merge with the darkness as they left.
"Damn that was close!" The voice sounded from up high, as if whoever it
happened to be was somewhere up in the vents. Vents that were placed in the
ceiling - it made John want to smack himself at how obvious it all should have
been. The vents were one method of escape that some unfortunate slaves had been
stupid enough to take a chance with; it was more of a trick by smarter Trolls
to capture rebelling slaves.
There was hot breathe against his ear and then a deep voice sounded in reply,
"Shut the fuck up before you get us caught! What the fuck were you even
thinking when you tried to get this slave's attention!?" There was no doubt
that they were Trolls; it had been obvious from the voices that spoke perfect
Alternian and from the rough skin of a hand that remained firm over his mouth.
"Sorry, I seriously thought he would help. He seemed like the type to me since
he was alone and so small." The Troll in the ceiling had a strange sound to his
speech, as if his tongue were too large for his mouth. There was a grunt in
reply as the Troll above him dragged them both into a standing position. John
felt uncomfortable and awkward as he found himself too short to touch the floor
while being held captive in the Troll's arms. The constant shifts made it
obvious that the Troll was aware of his short stature.
"Ugh! Do you know how much I can't stand your fuckng lisp!? You only talked to
him because he's small and you think that's 'cute', you liar!" John grunted as
he was suddenly lifted high up to the ceiling, staring at the red and blue
lensed goggles that were hovering from a hole in the ceiling. The Troll looked
a bit strange with his eyebrows shot straight up to the hairline and a quirk to
the mouth from his apparent confusion.
"Well?" The Troll who was dangling him high in the air shook him roughly, as
though he were trying to get his partner to understand what ever idea was going
through his head. John had only a monent to think that their line of
communication was terrible before his thought was interrupted by the
realization that his mouth was uncovered. He knew he could scream for these
intruders to be caught before he died, but he found himself unable to.
"Hey, you aren't going to scream are you?" The Troll with the lisp was staring
at him with a serious and almost closed-off expression now. Hanging in the air
by a pair of hands on his sides, John was suddenly struck by how human it
looked. He had never been faced with such an open-expression on any Troll
before. Seeing it on a Human had been rare enough. Stunned, John could only
shake his head slowly in answer to the Troll's question.
The grin he received was a bit scary, John could only stare at the twin pair of
incisors he revealed as well as the two horns on either side of his head. It
almost seemed as though he were happy, much like a Human would be. It was an
amazing sight since he was so sheltered from the world outside. The world
inside the walls were cruel and John expected the same from the outside world.
"See? What did I tell you? Here, hand him to me." The four-horned Troll moved
for some support in order to lean down. John shrunk back immediately in horror
at what they were doing. There was no way they were taking him away from this
Facility, they would be found and killed once he was discovered missing.
"Woah! Wait a minute!" His outburst startled them both, one by the comical
stunned expression on the four-horned Troll and the other by the hands that
faltered their hold on him slightly in shock. He kicked his feet lightly as he
snapped out, "Put me down, you jerks! Seriously, you can't take me! Bad idea,
bad idea, bad idea!"
He was shaken furiously with a yelled, "Shut the fuck up! You're too loud!
Sollux, take this stupid Human before he gets us all fucking caught!" The Troll
up in the ceiling, now known as Sollux, only chuckled before he leaned down
quickly and snatched him up by the arms. There was a brief yank that managed to
throw John high up in the air, before he found himself once again captured in a
tight hold.
It was dark up in the ceiling vents, the only light coming from the hole that
had been stripped of it's barred window. John was stunned as he sat rigid in
the lap of a Troll, unable to resist or think beyond his panic. He barely
managed a squeak when he saw the gray hand with sharp nails reach in and grip
onto the floor of the vent. His eyes could only widen and his mouth open
soundlessly when the head of the Troll peaked in to look at him with amusement.
"Oh, now you're quiet." His voice was lowered but not in the least bit softer.
John doubted their deep voices could manage to sound any less intimidating no
matter how hard they tried. Red eyes watched as he trembled and fidgeted, which
only seemed to amuse him even more.
"Karkat, stop teasing the poor little Human." A face pressed close to his as
Sollux leaned forward with a grin of sharp teeth. "You're scaring the poor
thing! Look at him! He's all shaking in my lap like a little Wiggler!" That
lisp of his was even more noticable as he tried to sound out his "s'es", making
it a bit of an effort on John's part to hear and think through on what he said.
A grunt was expected and came just as soon, "Careful, Sollux. Don't get
attached to the thing." Blue eyes turned away from the grimace that had
appeared on Sollux's face to look once more into the other Troll's dark face.
There was no trace of welcoming on his features as he glared down at him from
his seating position on the edge of the hole. He was currently in the process
of lifting himself up and in apparently.
Blunt teeth nibbled on his torn lips in a habit of nervousness, only just
noticing that they were dry and flaky from the blood that had long since dried.
John wasn't the first to notice the state of his lips as he found the burning
gaze narrowing in on the cut. There was something strange in the expression,
John noted. It seemed as if there was longing, confusion, and disgust all
wrapped into one. It made his face appear tired, bringing forth the dark
shadows underneath his eyes.
There was a tense silence between the three of them. Locked gazes that seemed
to wage a silent battle of wills waged on above John's head as he just huddled
in on himself and tried to get his mind to catch up on the situation. He felt
his energy being drained by every second that went by. This day had been filled
with more excitement than he had ever had in his entire short life.
His emotions were fried and it left his whole form to wilt in the arms of the
strange Troll named Sollux. The arms were tight around him, though they seem
strained as they shook. It almost seemed as though he were restraining himself
from crushing him with his strength. Firm but gentle, as if treating him like a
breakable doll that would shatter if handled improperly.
"Hey, Human." There was gentle murmer, not as deep and it contained a lisp that
meant Sollux was the one speaking. John wasn't sure if he were comfortable with
the idea that he was becoming familiar with these Trolls. They were strange and
they acted suspicious. That and they were Trolls!
Even with the memories of his life filled with Trolls and the knowledge that he
was betraying himself by even speaking to one. Even with the meaning of what
would come if he were to treat them any less than murderous, abusive Trolls.
His eyes were already looking up into goggles and his mouth was already opening
with words on his tongue.
Unlike last time, he felt no trace of that familiar fear. Only familiar warmth
was running through him as he gazed upon the four horns, the double-edged
teeth, and the sparks being formed around him. There was a buzzing in his ears
and it made the air around him vibrate, carassing his skin and making his hair
stand on edge.
"John..."
His grip tightened over the soft and thick-clothed robe just as his eyes caught
glimpse of a blurry form in his mind. The whisper from grinning lips was being
sounded in his ears, calling out to him and telling him to do something. A hand
was gripping the side of his face as the once-golden city around him laid gray
and dead.
The voice was speaking once more, different from the ones before it. "So your
name is John, right? Sollux and Karkat are with you too from what I can see."
Everything was fuzzy as he found himself lifting his head and looking over the
Trolls before him. There was wave of what felt to be relief and cold-amusement
from something in the back of his mind.
It was so confusing, but being around Trolls didn't make John ignorant to the
fact that a Troll was in his head!It made him panic, his mind swirling and
finding himself lost in the confusion of being split into three places at once.
He was in his head motionless, he was in control of his body, he was in the
now-dead city of his dreams. He was pushing at a wall in his head before he
could figure out how he was doing it.
"STOP IT, YOU MORON! WE'RE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE AND YOU ARE GOING TO HELP!"
Invisible hands were tight around his shoulders and shaking him. It wasn't
until he saw a clear face and felt an empty void in his mind and body that John
realized that the hands were actually real.
There was a roll of red eyes from the one named Karkat, his black shaggy hair
that looked to be needing washed was lying limp over his eyes that gave him a
maddened appearance. Sollux, on the other hand, looked like he could commit
murder without feeling a bit of remorse. That was a typical Troll though, so
John couldn't really describe how terrifying he looked. Almost in league with
the Highbloods, who he had only caught glimpse of a few times before, could
almost work as a proper comparison.
"Sollux, calm the fuck down! She's gone, alright!? Just keep focused, dammit!
And stop before you crush that stupid pet of yours!" Indeed, John was
suffocating from the tight grip that slowly and steadly crushed his lungs and
brought black spots popping up everywhere. His limbs felt as though they were
sleeping from the way they tingled and throbbed with sharp pinpricks upon his
skin.
"Shit! Sorry!" He was being picked up, swung around, and looked over before he
had even managed to catch a proper breath. John put up with his face behind
turned this way and that as he struggled and gasped for as much air he could
possibly get.
"You feel all right? I didn't break any ribs from what I can feel. Might be
bruises though." Sollux was rushed as he spoke, his lisp becoming even more
pronounced in his panic and making his speech almost incoherent to the poor
Human.
There was a shuffle behind him as Karkat stood in the small space of the vent,
having to lean over in a hunched position from how tall he was. John could only
barely see what he was doing since Sollux insisted on checking him over and
over like a Mother would. At least, John thought that was how a Mother acted
from what he knew of them. He didn't even know Trolls could act like this, not
even their Mothergrub.
However, the word immediately left his mind as hands groped in a spot that he
was definitely not okay with. It made him lash out at the hand that was placed
over his crotch, leaving a loud smack of skin on skin to echo throughout the
vent and the dark passages from either side of them. It startled all of them
into another stunned silence. John stood tall, but still short with his head
not even reaching the ceiling, over Sollux who sat looking up at him with
horror.
John merely glared at him as he snapped, "Don't touch me there, you perverted
stupid Troll! Why the hell you think you can touch me there is beyond me! I'm
fine! I don't need your Troll hands all over me making sure I'm okay!"
He took a deep breath behind clenched teeth, hands fisted at his side as he
swung them back in his anger. "I'm used to you Trolls treating me like garbage!
I don't know who you and that other asshole Troll over there are, but I can
tell you right now that you sure aren't Trolls that belong here! You're up to
something! Trolls don't go around being nice to Slaves, especially Humans! So
before I really lose it, tell me what you want already dammit!"
He breathed heavily with a pause, but his rant wasn't even close to being done.
Sollux was fidgeting, his eyes snapping from the hole in the vent to the other
Troll who stood behind him and back to the raging Human Slave. Whatever they
had been expecting from the Human had obviously not been something like this.
Then again, John was normally shy and easily intimidated so this was out of
character even for him.
His emotions were like a rock in his throat and his body felt so exhausted. He
could have gone on with his rant for as long as he could before he passed out,
however he soon found himself being interrupted by the Troll behind him. There
was a soundless warning of danger that seemed to claw at John's insides and
drive his instincts into a need to run away, though it only managed to leave
him frozen in place from the threat and fear if he were to even attempt.
His mouth was dry as he finally lost his voice. He was behing pulled back, away
from Sollux who was lifting himself up off the floor and hunching over to avoid
hitting the ceiling. From what John could see, he wasn't as tall as Karkat -
but that didn't make him any less dangerous. The shadows seemed to play with
his face, the dim light from the hole making his red and blue lensed goggles
gleam menacingly. He couldn't believe he had spoken like that to the Trolls. He
was horrified at himself, years of teachings making him aware of the punishment
for such an act.
A firm hand guided him into a turn, only darkness in his sight as he scrunched
up his face and kept his eyes closed. A rough finger with the point of a sharp
nail gently tapped his face making him jump. A deep growl rumbled from Karkat's
chest as John felt hot air being blown on his cheek and then on his ear. The
words that were spoken to him was not what he had been expecting. Neither was
the flush on his cheeks and the heat in his stomach that curled like a snake.
"Please help us." Teary blue eyes opened to look into the faded maroon-colored
eyes. They seemed to blend with the black that surrounded the color and made
John flush pink as he thought about it. His tongue flickered over his lips
barely, every movement being watched closely from the burning gaze. Their faces
were so close together, enough for John to see the conflicted swarm of emotions
in the other's eyes. But they were also desperate.
His head had only barely nodded when he saw and felt the relief in Karkat's
body and chest as he relaxed and released the breath he had been holding onto
his face. Karkat's face fell closer to his and he appeared calmer and even more
determined with whatever mission he was on.
"We're looking for someone." Was what he said.
"A girl with black hair. Her eyes are green."
"John!"
"She's here and waiting for us."
"WAKE UP, JOHN!"
John knew who they were talking about, he had seen her just a little while ago.
She had defended him against that girl who had finally fell to a death that had
been long over-due. There was a brief tug in his mind, his very soul that was
telling him that this wasn't a coincidence. That there was something more going
on. How that bully had gotten that receipt, how he had met that familiar green-
eyed girl, how that same bully had died immediately after presenting it to him,
and how he had been left alive and unharmed by the Troll Guards. Something more
was going on.
There was a feeling deep down inside of him that felt as if this was what he
had been waiting for his whole life. He had been waiting to meet these
strangers that gave him such a strange feeling of familiarity. He had been
waiting to meet them so that they could finally begin their adventure.
"...John."
He gathered as much of the determination and courage he could before he looked
deep into the eyes that bore into his. A hand was brought up that was soon met
by a gray hand filled with sharp nails; they shook in an unspoken oath of trust
and alliance as their eyes stared only at each other.
John was grinning before he could stop himself, "I just might know where she
is."
All three of them grinned at each other.
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Far and distant from the three that had just formed an alliance, there was a
room that stood dark and silent. There was nothing but the shadows and the
flickers of light near the distant wall to fill it, making it all the more
ominous and frightening. The light was too far to reach the form that towered
even as it sat in the throne that was at the center of the large room. What it
did catch was the manic grin and the walls and floor that shone with the
puddles, smears, and liquid tears of the many colors of the rainbow.
A row of jagged sharp teeth glistened as they bared into a feral grin of
delight, just as deep purple eyes narrowed and glowed eerily from the darkness
with a sort of crazed and fond look to them. The silence was broken from the
short and deep laughter that rang throughout the room, before it became a deep
growl and a dark voice that spoke.
"HONK. Motherfuckers."
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A/N: FINALLY! I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COMPLETE! :'c Life has been
really difficult. Going through some stuff at home... Eh... But I finally found
time to update this! And as promised to a requester, the One-Shot to a GamTav
will be posted soon! I PROMISED AND I KEEP MY PROMISES DAMMIT, LOL XD So be
expecting that :3
Also, about the "I Hate You More" story. It is being revised because, after
some comments left and considering them all, I find that it would be best if I
fixed it up. Karkat is so OOC, it's not even passable to be in a FanFic. I
don't mind admitting to my failure, I'll just try again Cx
***** Lost in a Sea Of Blue *****
A/N: I am SOOO sorry for the late update! A lot of stuff has been going on;
some friends died, etc. :-( Been a really sad 2013 year. Anyway, gonna stop
blabbing here because I know you'd rather read an update than an Author's Note.
Love you guys and thanks for the support!
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                               Miracles In Blue
                                        
                                  Chapter 3:
                             Lost in a Sea Of Blue
Instead of traveling in the vents, John told the two Trolls what the plan was;
to which they agreed a bit hesitantly as well as a tad respectfully, since they
did after all make a pact of alliance. John explained the plan and even said
that it was extremely simple seeing as he was a human slave; it would be easier
for him to navigate, but not so much for two Trolls that obviously stood out.
He finished off with telling them they would have to stay here, which is what
broke the silence among the two Trolls. Karkat was the first one to speak up,
his voice deep and warm like dark chocolate that John had once been given as a
present on a birthday years ago. Strangely, John always ended up with random
small gifts in his room. The gifts usually brought jealousy from other Slaves,
which didn't help ease the relentless bullying.
"You want us to stay put?" His eyes were hot coals and John swallowed a lump in
his throat before opening his mouth to speak, careful not to fan those coals
into a flame. Sollux merely rested an elbow on a crossed knee and rested his
head in his palm, not saying a word though his body movements expressed
agreement to the question; he didn't seem comfortable staying put either.
John licked his lips again, bringing back the attention of red eyes that made
John squirm in the lap of the tall Troll, which he had been forced back upon
after their agreement. John found he didn't mind, strangely enough. If
anything, it felt relaxing soothing, especially with hands that massaged his
sides gently with just a hint of sharp nails poking slightly every now and
then.
He took a breathe to calm himself, "I don't know if you realize but you guys
stand out here, no matter how well you can hide. You guys can't travel the
vents, it's not safe and you'll be caught immediately, no matter how quiet you
would seem!" There was a sudden awkwardness at that.
The tensing of the body underneath his caused him to lose his breath and the
yelling to get caught in his throat. Rough hands gribbed his hips, making him
jump in surprise. Sollux seemed just a bit surprised, though John barely
noticed his reaction besides him lifting his head and pointing his goggled-gaze
toward the hands.
Hot breath fanned his cheek while red eyes captured the mind of the blue-eyed
boy, "So you will be the one leaving then. On your own with no protection and
no guarantee that you will even return." The hands tightened making John
whimper a bit at the pain of those tight fingers around his tiny waist, bones
feeling crushed - John forgot the last time he had been abused by a Troll,
forgot how strong they were.
"Karkat." There was a subtle frown as Sollux said his name. The red eyes
blinked once, breaking the spell that had been cast over the two of them and
especially over John, who frowned and turned away to look through the barred
door of the vent just near his feet.
He took a moment to think before he looked back into Karkat's eyes, "I will
come back. I swear it." The statement was firm, direct, and completely honest.
John meant every word and for some strange reason, something compelled him into
coming back. Something was telling him that he needed to be with these Trolls,
it was important as if it was fate itself.
Sollux grinned slightly as John glanced back at him and even gave a nod to show
his belief and approval; at least, that's what it made John feel at the moment.
There was a grunt before his chin was gently grabbed and lifted to an
expression of fire, the eyes screaming at him that he trusted him and was
begging him not to betray them.
John smiled softly, "I will be back." He promised again.
Karkat merely grunted again but his eyes showed his own sense of approval but
not any more trust than what he had shown before.
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John exited the vent after a couple of glances down both ends of the hallway,
leaving Karkat and Sollux to stare at him from the vent door bars after his
exit. John grinned at them in a way he hoped reassured them before turning to
the left and walking down the hall, this time not running, in a way that he
hoped didn't make him appear guilty if he was seen.
After several halls and several random turns, though not as random to him since
he knew the way without even thinking, and thankfully not coming across anyone
on the way, John eventually found himself at the Recoups, which was where the
Slaves found rest. The Recoups were usually a very crowded area, bodies usually
cramped and stuffed together without much room to even turn in your sleep -
John didn't suffer through that though the other slaves made sure to make his
life a hell anyway because of the special treatment.
A couple of female slaves stood in the center of the room surrounded by the
dull gray walls of the Recoup. They appeared around the ages of 14-15 and, from
what John could see them through the open door-way, were folding blankets and
laying them out for the next time they would be used while they chatted quietly
to each other. John cleared his throat before calling out with a simple "hi" to
catch their attention.
They immediately stopped talking, turning to him with a slight pause of their
work and with their eyes appearing cold and yet curious at the same time. The
tallest was a head and a half taller than John with dull dirty blonde hair that
was cut to her shoulders in a blunt cut. The other girl was only half a head
shorter and had dark brown hair that was even shorter than her friend's, cut
short to about a couple inches from her head with a jagged and uneven cut as
though she had used a dull knife.
The tallest girl made a sharp sound of annoyance before she replied, "What do
you want?" Most slaves were direct, simple, and blunt and she was no exception.
Gender usually didn't mean much of a difference now, even if you were human;
humans are pretty much equals, both had the same monthly problems thanks to the
Trolls messing with the bodies of the males and they both had about the same
reactions and pesonality. The only difference was that female's did not have
that one male part of the anatomy, unfortunately for males they had ended up
with the female's part of the anatomy; luckily though, they had kept their own
male parts with the new addition.
John grimaced at the direction his thoughts had taken and shook himself out of
the distraction. He then wasted no time with his question, knowing that if he
idled long enough then they would leave him without a second thought and he
would be left wandering for way longer than he had the time for.
"I am looking for a long black haired girl with green eyes." John gave the
description, knowing no one cared to know each other's names; not usually,
simply because no one was loyal and knowing names made it easier to identify
you to the Trolls so it made an easier backstabbing.
The other girl huffed in annoyance, rolled her eyes, and went back to her
folding. The tall blonde merely bared her dirty teeth at him, looking even more
irritated than the other girl. There was no subtleness in how they were acting,
their entire existances were just screaming about their extreme dislike, even
hate, at the girl he had just described.
"Just what do you need that bitchfor? Huh? I heard she's a terrible loose
fuck." The girls glanced each other and giggled crudely at the statement. John
kept his face relaxed and his whole body still, a part of him was wanting to
snap but he knew that this wasn't the time to start a fight with such people.
"I... Actually... Uhm, well, I was sent to fetch her by a Commanding Troll."
The giggles stopped abruptly at the title, their foggy gray eyes of almost the
same shade looking at him with fear. John took that as a good sign and
continued.
"You see, he wanted her immediatelyand I am in an extreme hurry so if you don't
mind...?" The girls shook their head, the one with the really short brown hair
spoke with a trembling voice and event pointed a finger in the direction of
where she would be.
"She rooms right next to this room. Please, just get her out of here! Please!"
They shook their heads simultaneously and ran straight past him and out the
door of the Recoup, completely forgetting the laundry in their haste.
John sighed, he felt a bit bad but he really was in a hurry. It had been a long
while since a Commanding Troll had to make his way down to the Recoups and it
was a visit nobody would forget no matter if they hadn't been the ones to see
it first-hand. The ones who were there at the time were killed with none
spared; John remembered years ago when he had been forced to clean the bloody
pool of a mess from the floors - back when he was young and bullied for his
size and his special treatment.
John shook himself out of the memory, turning on his feet towards the door
where the girls had ran out of and heading straight across the hall to the door
belonging to the only other room that he could see as the closest. With a deep
breath, he pushed down the metal handle, pushed the door open, and walked into
the room.
The girl, that John had been told went by the name of Jade, looked up when he
walked in and seemed to explode with a strange almost over-whelming happiness.
A huge smile broke out randomly across her face as she dropped the cloth she
had been folding in her apparent excitement. John was stunned by the look, just
standing in the doorway while Jade jumped to her bare feet with that black
dress of hers falling a little past her knees and running to give him a huge
hug. They stumbled slightly, mostly because of John in his stunned state.
Everything about this girl was so full of surprises!
Black hair was right in his face but he shook away the strands so he could
speak, "You're Jade, right?" John mentally slapped himself from the stupid
question, why must he be so awkward! Especially around women!
There was a sudden awkward feeling that fell on the both of them, John frowned
as he watched Jade release him from the hug and stare at him with a look of
complete and utter astonishment as well as confusion.
Jade's emerald-green eyes suddenly shone with tears and an unimaginal amount of
sadness, "No way... John... You don't remember me? You don't remember any of
us?" She hiccupped slightly as she fought back tears and her arms tightened
painfully around him, "How is this possible? Don't you recognize me!? It's me!
It's Jade! Jade Harley! Don't you remember!?"
She ended in a scream, begging for an answer that John didn't know how to give.
The tears had just began to stream down her face and her blood-shot eyes were
looking crazed as she suffered from an emotional break-down and all John could
think of to do was just blank out and listen to her scream while he felt as
if... As if he knew her?
"John!"
John shook his head clear and took a deep breathe, "Look!" She stopped,
startled by the outburst. He willed his face into the most determined and
stubborn face he could manage in an effort to be the leader and take control of
the out of control emotions being let loose before him. They were in a hurry!
He couldn't forget or be caught up in... Whatever was happening at the moment!
"There are some Trolls here for you. Do you know them? They sent me for you."
He spoke quietly, being careful just in case somebody was listening in;
especially after hearing their loud voices echo down the hall from this room,
somebody was bound to be curious.
Jade's eyes lit up at the question before she leaned in and beckoned him
closer, "They came for me, of course. To save me from this place." She sounded
so mysterious at that moment and then she leaned back with a grin, "Well! What
are we waiting for!? Let's go!"
They both wore matching grins as John turned to lead the way.
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The room was cold around this time of the year and it was especially a time
when he thought of himmore than any other time of the year - he just hatedthe
cold. Long nails tapped against stone in a set rhythm. Rainbow colors that
stained from the nail all the way up to the fingers and hands were revealed by
each passing moment across the crack of light that shone into the otherwise
dark room.
"John..." He growled, his eyes glowing with the deepest shade of purple. When
he grinned, his teeth gleamed and were shown stained with the fresh and bright
color of purple that then began to fall in a stream down his chin in a
frightening appearance.
"John..." His voice rumbled, echoing on the walls along with the sound of
continuous dripping of liquid somewhere just a little ways away from him. There
was a deep rumble, close to a purr, that escaped his throat as his nails dug
deep into the stone arms of his throne.
"Oh, John..." His eyes flashed and he laughed in a sharp and rough roar of
sound, "I haven't forgotten you, John. I am still here MOTHERFUCKER. I'll be
waiting for you. Don't you ever forget, John... YOU MOTHERFUCKIN BELONG TO ME."
The roar echoed like no other through the room with a burst of brutal sound
that shook the room with the ferocity and emotion that raged in his mind and in
his deep voice.
"Don't you forget, John..."
Purple eyes turned to look down at his feet, where lying at his feet, obscured
by shadows, appeared to be a stuffed harlequin with a scar across one of its
eyes.
"Honk. Honk. HONK."
 
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