Vviolent blood

[wwaterboy]

Characters: Hemostuck!Eridan, Taiki, AU Ven, Eraqus, AND ANYONE ELSE
Setting: Room 2-18 and in the Cafeteria once Eridan leaves
Format: I'm starting with prose, but I'll follow your preferences
Summary: Eridan got his wish. He should really have been careful what to wish for.
Warnings: Gross horrible things. Eridan going shithive without a moirail! Welcome to the tower, Eraqus!

Room 2-18

The cooling slickness of blood on his skin is the first thing he feels when he wakes up. He shifts, rolling over on the normally dry rectangle, and his sleep-muddled brain first wonders if maybe he managed to get hold of some sopor after all, only it's shitty stuff, not doing a thing with the nightmares.

He opens his eyes and sits up, confusion turning to utter horror when he sees first the colour of the blood on his hands and body - he's completely covered with it - and then the monstrosity lying at the foot of his bed.

"Fef, oh god, Fef!" And as he lunges for his moirail, gathering her still-warm, vaguely moving body to his chest, he lets out a piercing wail that goes on and on and on.

Cafeteria

It's their fault, he knows it. The people who run this tower have to pay.

And there's only one place Eridan knows where he can get to someone who isn't a prisoner in the tower, but one of them. They're not important people, not even smart, but maybe he can get to the perpetrators through them. Surely they'll tell him something.

"Tell me howw to get to someone wwho runs this place!" he snarls at one of the drones who work in the cafeteria kitchen. He has it on its knees, holding it by the hair, and his oyster shelling knife is at its throat.

It only shakes its head dumbly and he nearly decapitates it with a quick slash of his knife, adding crimson red blood to the tyrian covering his face and clothes.

And he goes after the next one, teeth bared. "Tell me! Or you'll end up like the first!"

Comments

[guiltapalooza]

[Oh, yeah, she knew this wasn't going to go well.

This is all moving too quickly for fancy magic now, just the thing Willow knows best: telekinesis. A plate flies from a nearby table into her hands, and she tries to smash it on the other unit's head even as Eridan's lashing out with the knife.]

[animusnpcs]

[The knife and plate both vanish on contact with the retrieval units. The one Eridan attempted to strike reaches to touch his collar in a lightning-fast motion. The collar will begin to tighten, little by little, until it decapitates him.]

[wwaterboy]

[He jerks away, but the thing touches his collar anyway. He immediately begins to struggle and clutch at the shrinking collar, falling to the ground and gasping for air. His gills pop open and his eyes dart in a mad search for water, but there is nothing in the kitchen that is suitable.

Finally his larynx crushes with an audible crack and he begins to spasm until his spinal cord is severed.

Mercilessly, he is unconscious by this point, lying still amongst the bodies of his victims as purple blood mixes with the tyrian and red already there.]

DEAD

[guiltapalooza]

[Her mind goes blank.

Willow realizes she's screaming, high-pitched shrieking, and is desperately trying to scrabble past the retrieval units to get to his corpse.]

No, no, no-- no--

[animusnpcs]

[The units push her aside to lift Eridan's corpse--they have to take it with them back to the elevators, after all.]

[guiltapalooza]

Where are you going? [She sounds numb, tears trailing down her face, unable to understand what'd just happened. It was so sudden, so unreal.] You can't take him, you can't.

[And then it's like a switch was flipped, and her eyes drain into pure, unrelenting black.] I said that you can't, [she repeats, voice echoing with power. She raises her hands, and dark lightning starts to spark and crack between her fingers.]

[animusnpcs]

[One of the retrieval units continues walking to the elevator with Eridan's corpse while the other turns to face Willow. It wouldn't be quite correct to say it was looking at her, with its vacant eyes, but its face was turned in her direction, at least.]

[guiltapalooza]

[She's dived deep into the black magic by now. She'd done some earlier to read the drone's mind and dipped her toes in, and it made it easy to sink in and not come up for air now. It was always waiting there, in the back of her mind, for her to give in.

She gave in. Her hands jerk forward, the lightning arcing out toward the units.]

[animusnpcs]

[Just as the earlier physical projectiles vanished, so too does Willow's lightning disappear on contact with the retrieval units. The one who has turned to face her moves now. It seems to teleport toward Willow, reaching out to tap her collar.]

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow's powerful, but she's not battle trained in the least, and is easy to surprise unless she specifically sees it coming.

Her magic cuts off as soon as her collar is touched, and she staggers in place. For her, as embroiled in it as she was, it was like having something amputated. She gasped with shock, reeling.]

[animusnpcs]

[Once her powers are disabled the collar begins to tighten around her throat as it did with Eridan's earlier. It won't stop until her head is removed in a similar fashion.]

[guiltapalooza]

[She gurgles as she loses her ability to breathe, panic surging through her with a force she's never felt before. Her fingers pry desperately at the collar. She's been here so long she's almost forgotten she wears it at all, but she knows that she'll never be able to feel that way again.

She'll come back, right? And so will he, that's the way it--

Her vertebrae crack, the noise sickeningly final, and the collar cuts through her spinal cord. Willow slumps to the ground in a cold fall, dead.]

[animusnpcs]

[The retrieval unit gathers up her body and takes it to the elevator. After a bit more time spent cleaning up the dead bodies of the various blank-collared cafeteria workers, they disappear into the elevator, task in the proper levels of the Tower complete.]