HS - Bloody Mirth part 2

The tall figure loomed over the troll sitting on the blood-splattered floor. The troll's arm was bent at an unnatural angle and dirt orange blood dripped from his stump of a leg. His body shook with tremors and his glassy eyes were vacant. A fit of coughing caused him to splatter the floor with more orange.

Gamzee, the Mirthful Messiahs, both of them, grinned down at the broken troll before him. They were alone in a room that was vacant save for a grand throne. The walls were covered in the gory rainbow of countless lives, creating a horrifyingly dizzy kaleidoscope of colors.

"SO, MOTHERFUCKER. are you going to tell me what i want?" said the indigo blood. The injured troll made no response, only staring numbly at the colors decorating the walls.

"HEY. i said. MOTHERFUCKER. are you going to. MOTHERFUCKING. tell me. WHAT. i want. TO MOTHERFUCKING. know?" The High Subjugglator's voice fluctuated from shouting to whispering with each alternating phrase. Gamzee circled around the captive troll like a raptorbeast closing in for the kill.

More silence.

Gamzee twirled his juggling club in his hand absently as he glared at the silent troll. He leaned down and put his face close to the troll's ear, breathing down his neck. "what do you say to staying here. FOR THE REST OF YOUR MOTHERFUCKING LIFE. motherfucker. BECAUSE ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS ARE DEAD. and no one is coming to save you."

The captive troll turned his head slightly, his large horns nudging Gamzee's face away. Tavros stared at Gamzee's eyes. The lowblood's expression was stone. He blinked slowly and his mouth began to slowly open. "I… will never give you… anything…"

Gamzee was silent for a moment, glaring at the lowblood with venomous eyes. "so you want to play it like that? I SEE WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK IS UP." Gamzee's fist snapped the troll's head to the side, causing the weakened troll to fall sprawled on the floor. The Subjugglator's foot found Tavros's hand and ground his foot into the ground. The delicate bones cracked underneath and caused the troll to moan and whimper in agony.

"scream", he said. Gamzee stared contemptuously at the troll beneath him. Tavros continued to whimper brokenly.

A repressed part of Gamzee surged forward and told him to stop hurting his bro. The messiah momentarily lost control and Gamzee lifted his foot away. Gamzee almost felt… bad. For a moment, his regret was so strong that he almost collapsed onto the floor to weep. He wanted to be there to help his bro. His think pan was plagued with remorse and guilt and glee and rage and contempt. How could he hurt his bro like this? How could he not hurt a gutterblood like this?

i cannot disobey the motherfucking grand highblood. I nEeD tO sToP tHiS. FROM THEIR VEINS WILL DRIP MY MIRACLES. I jUsT wAnT mY fRiEnDs BaCk. your crushed bones will make my special stardust. I cAn'T hUrT mY bRo. The conflicting emotions stormed through his mind.

A messiah surged back to the surface.

"I SAID SCREAM MOTHERFUCKER."

Tavros screamed as Gamzee's fingers dug into the flesh of his stump of a leg. Orange blood flowed from the wound and covered Gamzee's hand. The screaming lasted for a long moment that dragged into eternity. It was music to the Subjugglator's ears, though Gamzee unconsciously flinched at the screams.

The screaming stopped when the troll blacked out from the pain. Blood continued to gush onto the floor and Gamzee withdrew his hand. He walked over to the wall, the blood on his hand leaving a gory trail behind him. He stared at the vivid colors of the wall and began painting with this new color. And motherfuck was it beautiful.

The door opened and a troll walked into the room, staring around him nervously. He wore the extravagant clothes of a sea dweller. His purple cape and scarf, along with his many rings attested to his high blood. Upon seeing Gamzee, he knelt.

Gamzee glanced over. "why are you here?"

The highblood looked nervous. He quickly found his voice and said "Gamzee, tell the Grand Highblood, wwe have information wwhich points to the Resistance plannin to attack us."

"LET THEM COME. i'll paint my walls with every  color. ALL OF THEM." Gamzee was staring intensely at the highblood. Eridan didn't like the way he looked at him. His eyes nervously wandered over to the still form of Tavros lying in the middle of the room. The Subjugglator followed his glance. Gamzee lazily gestured over to Tavros. "get him out of here and fix him up."

Eridan looked at Gamzee and nodded obediently. "Yeah, I'll do that. Just make sure you tell the Grand Highblood about this."

"I ALREADY MOTHERFUCKING TOLD YOU MOTHERFUCKER."

Eridan stopped himself from yelling back at the Subjugglator. He needed Gamzee to be on his side and cooperate. Otherwise, he might have to deal with the Grand Highblood directly. And he did not want to die. He put on his most loyal face and smiled. "Yeah, of course, Gamzee", he said evenly.

Eridan walked over to Tavros and hoisted the troll over his shoulder. The gutterblood was light. Probably because he has only one leg now, Eridan thought amusedly. He walked out of the rainbow room, planning his next move. He would leave the Subjugglators to their fancies. They would have their turn.

The Subjugglator was left alone to stare at the bloody walls, already in the midst of waging his own war.