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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Vriska_Serket
  Character:
      Vriska_Serket, Gamzee_Makara
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_homesmut
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-15 Words: 1662
****** Wrong Turn ******
by ZaneAiden
Summary
     Vriska runs into sober Gamzee
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The dark and labyrinthian meteor held many secrets, even beyond those the
trolls wanted to find. Hidden away, deep within layers and layers of hallways
and vacant rooms were curiosities that nobody really bothered to find. That is,
of course, with the exception of one certain cerulean cyborg. Every night,
without fail, the lingering curiosity in her gut drove her out of her bed and
to the edges of what was left of the world.
If there had been someone out that night, they would not have seen much. Maybe,
if they were observant, they would catch a brief glimpse of her eyes, searching
for things nobody else could notice. If they were especially sharp, they might
manage to see a flashing grin when she succeeded. Her movements would have been
a blur in the darkness as she quickly made her way through the tangle of cables
and machinery. However, when she paused, her face was illuminated in the dull
green light of a husktop.
“Interesting. Veeeeeeeery interesting. So the release valves for the ecto-
genetic splicing chambers lead directly to those useless rooms that people make
piles of stuff in?” Her lips pulled back to reveal long, sharpened canines. “It
would be a shame if there were, say, some accident that happened to cause a
system flood.” She chuckled. While she had no intention of doing anything to
that degree just yet, it was useful to have a scheme on stand-by in case there
was ever a need to get even with someone. That was another reason she loved
exploring this place: it helped with her schemes. If she ever needed to, she
could act as a puppet master and play everyone like the suckers they were. Of
course, it came with a bit of a price. Her eyes darted to the clock in the
corner of the husktop screen and a groan passed her lips. In three hours she
would have to be up, and carrying out the operation with little or no sleep
wasn't the best idea. She made a decision to explore for just a little bit more
before heading back up to bed.
She checked her husktop and looked at the map of the meteor she’d devised. By
overlaying partial maps from every system she could access, she’d combined them
into one semi-cohesive picture of the station. There were still plenty of holes
in it, but it was extremely useful in making her way around. She decided to
check out one of the biggest holes in her vision, fairly close to the heart of
the station, and see what she could find out. The only apparent way in or out
was through the air ducts, and thus far she hadn’t been very intent on using
them as a means of getting around. But, looking at it, it wasn’t really that
far; only a few dozen yards and she’d be in that mystery area. Just a quick
look to sate her curiosity, for she had been oh so curious for a while now.
The husk top closed with a less than gentle click, and she quickly scooped it
into her bag and dashed over to the closest entry point. After a few minutes of
maneuvering, she reached it and pried off the grate covering it which,
surprisingly, seemed to be a bit loosened. She took off her bag and crawled
into the cramped space, thinking nothing of it. It was even darker in there
than it was in the rest of the station, but it still wasn’t that much of a
problem. She knew exactly where to go to find what she wanted. After a few
minutes of clanging through the vents, she came upon the room she had intended
to find. After mentally high fiving herself, she dropped down. The last thing
she expected was to land on an uncomfortable yet springy pile beneath her. A
cacophony of honks rang out across the room.
“What the fuck?” she rubbed the back of her neck and looked around. To her own
surprise and complete and utter confusion, she’d landed in a pile of cheap
clown horns sold commonly at proprietors of indigo-blood merchandise. She
picked herself up, brushed off her shoulders and clambered off of the pile.
“Huh. I guess that could be useful at some point? What the hell has that moron
been up t-“ she froze as her eyes fell upon the walls. There were messages
scrawled all over. Messy green lettering, alternating capital and lower case
letters that spelled mostly gibberish, but where it wasn’t gibberish it sent
chills down her spine: “DeAd”, “KiLl ThEm”, “NoNoNONONO”, “crush them all”,
“KILL THEM”, “no”, “KILL THEM ALL”, “honk”, “KILL THEM MOTHERFUCKIN ALL”. The
breath caught in her throat as his quirk changed and the green sopor gave way
to a deep shade of purple. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she realized
it was blood. His blood. She wasn’t curious anymore. Her face fell and she
could feel panic welling up inside of her. She turned to run, only to hit a
brick wall.
“And what the motherfuck is the wicked little spider-bitch doing down here?”
Gamzee whispered quietly, looking down at her. She was on the ground before she
realized he’d hit him. His eyes, normally so mellow and half-closed, were now
blazing with pure unadulterated wrath burning into her soul. She was
speechless. He gritted his teeth and snarled.
“I asked you a MOTHERFUCKIN’ QUESTION!” He yelled with ferocity she’d never
imagined could come from his tall and lanky figure. She’d barely had time to
get her bearings before a vicious kick sent her rolling.
“Fuck! I was just looking around for something interesting!” She rolled away
from him before he could strike again and grabbed at her ribs. Judging from
what she was feeling, they were badly bruised, but probably not broken. She
felt the ground drop away as a powerful kick connected with her again, and she
hit the wall, dizzy. She tried to move before he could reach her again, but her
head was spinning. She felt herself being lifted onto her feet, and then off
them again by an iron grip on her neck. There was a chuckle from the source of
the stinking, sopor-laced breath nearby.
“Well I guess you all up in motherfuckin found it.” The gentleness of his voice
would have scared her if she weren’t already terrified. All she could do was
shrink away from him and grab at his arm. He let out a sudden, harsh laugh
before whispering again, “Well today must just be so motherfuckin blessed. I
free my own fuckin self from the pan-rotting sopor shit, and a pretty little
eight-eyed bitch just walks all up into my piece of the messiah’s promise. How
many miracles can one day hold?” he chuckled again.
“Come on Gamzee, just let me go.” She said, but the crack in her voice was at
odds with the bravado of her words.
“Well I can’t just motherfuckin’ do that now can I?” spit flew in her face as
he barked at her, “You’ll just go and get your blab on to all your motherfuckin
friends,” A dreamy smile creeped on his face. “And I ain’t gonna deal with
that!”
“P-please,” her voice cracked again and her heart started to race. His smile
only grew.
“How about you all up in motherfuckin beg for it then.” A spark of something
much more frightening than rage glinted in his eye.
“What?”
“I said BEG MOTHERFUCKER!” He pulled his arm back, and her eyes shot open
again.
“Please! Please please please please let me go, please! I promise! I’ll do
anything!” She was holding back tears at this point.
“Just please let me go let me live let me live letmeli-“
Tears steaked down her face and she was interrupted by his face slamming into
hers, and his long hot tongue forcing its way down her throat. There was
nowhere to pull away to, and she was locked into place by his body pressing up
against hers. Her blood froze and the taste of bile graced the back of her
throat as she struggled weakly against the psychotic clown, weakened by terror,
shock, and disgust. He tasted of sugary soda and blood. After a minute he
pulled away from her.
“Has anybody ever told you how fuckin cute you are when you beg?” His
expression was softer, but still threatening.
“Fuck you!” she shouted, and she spat at him. The repetitive concussive strikes
to her face told her that that was not, indeed, the correct thing to stay.
Still, it felt good to say it.
“Since you’re clearly TOO MOTHERFUCKIN’ STUPID TO GET IT, I’ll lay it out real
nice and simple for you. YOU ARE MY BITCH RIGHT NOW, and I can do anything I
fuckin’ choose to with your sorry stinkin’ pirate ass. You’re already makin’ a
couple of piss fuckin’ poor decisions, keep that shit up, and I WILL HAVE TO
PAINT THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ WALLS WITH YOUR THINKPAN!” his fist dented the metal
next to her head to emphasize his point. “But ain’t no need for it to all up in
motherfuckin end with heads busted, long as I can get from you what I been
meaning to take.” His cooing words made her stomach turn.
“And what exactly is that?” she asked, gulping. His face split with a toothy
grin. Wordlessly he grabbed a fistful of hair and forced her to her knees. She
realized that it hadn’t been one of his clubs digging into her when she had
been pinned up against the wall. With the other hand he took down the circus
tent in his pants and exposed his erect member. She tried to twist away, but
cried out as his iron grip held firm.
“Gamzee, please…” She looked at him, a sobbing mess on the floor. His only
reply was a simple command.
“Suck.”
End Notes
     Self critique time: poorly written at certain points, not much a fan
     of the dialogue as some of it seems OOC, I realize Gamzee's quirk is
     a bit off
     I might fix these at some point in the future. Additional critique is
     encouraged.
     Also, title suggestions are also welcome.
     --
     EDIT: Fixed some of the more awkward writing as well as a lot of
     Gamzee's dialogue.
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