towerofanimus | Make Him Pay

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Make Him Pay

Characters: Sollux Captor, Eridan Ampora, Dualscar
Setting: Backdated to the day Dualscar arrived. Starting on level 2 of the dorms, but I'm not really sure where the battle will take place.
Format: Prose
Summary: Eridan is pissed that Dualscar humiliated him, and Sollux has his gun. Sollux is equally pissed off at Dualscar, and they're not going to take this lying down.
Warnings: Definite violence and probable character death.

Sollux' mood had improved after snuggling with Aradia and blowing things up in HALO, though his rib still hurt and his throat was still sore. The sting of getting owned so badly wouldn't leave him for a while, but at least for now he could put it out of his mind.

He left Aradia with a soft kiss and then trotted towards his own dorm room, ready to hole himself up for a bit and nurse his wounds.

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"He doesn't fuckin' get to do that!" said Eridan, tugging his scarf away from Sollux. "I wwas comin' to see you about him anywway: he outright mocked me and I wwant revvenge. Noww that I knoww he came after you too, I wwant it evven fuckin' more. I need my gun back."

Sollux hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if punching Eridan was the right response, or if he should join him in a revenge spree. Or kiss him. "Let me get thith thtraight. You want to kill your anthethtor anyway, but particularly becauthe he hurt me or tried to enthlave me or thomething, and that'th thomething only you can do?"

He scowled. "Jumping the gun, aren't you? I haven't even acthepted. Come to think of it, you haven't even athked me to be your kithmethith."

"Wwell come on, it's fairly fuckin' obvvious," Eridan scoffed. "Anywway, it doesn't matter if you're acceptin' or not, I'm still goin' after Dualscar. Unless you're acceptin' right noww. It doesn't matter, I can wwait until this business is done wwith."

Sollux hit himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand, hard. But of course, Eridan was still being Eridan and always would be Eridan, which made the gesture pretty much useless.

Overall, he was feeling a bit confused. Eridan actually wanted to be his kismesis? He thought Eridan just wanted him dead for ever having talked to Feferi, but that put an entirely different spin on their interactions up to this point, and made him feel a bit better about himself.

Eridan might be a desperate, idiotic fish, but he was still a sea dwelling troll. And Psiioniic was Dualscar's slave, not his kismesis. That meant Eridan actually respected Sollux a little, despite him being a low-blood. Didn't it?

"I'm coming with you," he said, pulling Ahab out of his sylladex, but not offering it to Eridan just yet. "I want to thettle my thcore, too. We do thith together. And then maybe I'll think about acthepting."

Eridan might doublecross him, if his ancestor told him to. In fact, this whole 'kill Dualscar' thing could be a trick to get his gun back. But if they could work together, as rivals, to kill a mutual enemy, like Eridan and Vriska used to do, maybe a kismessitude was possible between them.

Eridan put his hands out in a little futile grabby motion, but Sollux wasn't actually handing him his gun. Sheesh. Fine.

"You wwon't back out on me later or nothin'?" he said, his gaze switching between Sollux and his gun.

"Back out?" Sollux sneered. "I won't do shit, Printhe, unlethh you earn it. That'th how thith workth. You turn on me, after I give you thith gun back and trutht you to have my back, and I will never, ever let you touch me. I will never fill a pail with you. Am I in any way getting through that water-logged thkull, or do I need to draw you a map?"

"But you're sayin' I havve the chance, right?" Eridan pressed. "Anywway, wwe can talk about that after wwe'vve destroyed Dualscar, alright?"

Oh my god. He was so dense. If it weren't for the fact that Eridan was so desperate he would probably fuck a spiny lobster, Sollux would be ridiculously flattered and probably a little giddy right now. It was easy for him to inspire pity in people, but hate - at least the kind that involved mating fondness - was another matter.

Even still, he grinned and held out the gun for Eridan to take. "Let'th find that douchebag."

Eridan grinned back and took it, hoisting it onto his shoulder with the shoulder strap.

"Yeah."

He set off down the halls. If he was his Ancestor, where would he be?

And somewhere down a few halls, down a few turns and around a few corners, both their ancestors could be found. Unbeknownst to the incoming revenge, however, Dualscar only focuses on what's at hand. His eyes narrow at his former slave's words, his grip about the horn tightening.

"Don't you think I know?" It's more a reassurance to himself than anything. "Of course Her guard would, much less would She have me spend valuable time and resources tryin' to get back what's mine..."

He bares his teeth, fury coursing through his veins. At the fact that the yellowblood was no longer his to do what he wished with, at the fact that he didn't want to in the face of the Empress he flushed for, at the slave's very presence. The presence that had very much failed him, and yet was still very much alive.

But still not his.

('To punish, at least,' he'd like to think.)

"You will still pay your dues where they are owed."

"I didn't know," Ψiioniic nearly squeaked, wincing at the pressure on his horn. "I didn't know that you knew, there are people here from different timelineth, even hundreds or thouthands of thweeps in the future. I didn't know if you still thought I was yours a-and I didn't want you to get in trouble with the Condesce!"

That last was a bit of a lie - he'd like nothing better for Dualscar to get in trouble with the Condesce. If they were focused on backbiting each other, maybe they'd leave him and Signless alone.

Fuck, how could he get out of this? Where was Signless? No, that was a bad thought. They didn't need a second round of 'kill the sea-dweller and everybody dies'.

Sollux was already sparking off with anticipation when he heard the voice of their quarry. His rib ached and his throat was sore, and he was spoiling to spill some purple blood on the floors of this tower. He could hear Dualscar talking to someone, and he doubted that person would mind the interruption.

When he rounded the corner and saw the confrontation taking place between Dualscar and Psiioniic, he snarled, his lips peeling back from his teeth. "Pthiioniic! Dualthcar, you fish-chomping douchebag. Get away from him!"

He couldn't really let fly with his lasers with Dualscar so close to Psiioniic. He hoped Eridan would hold back long enough for the former slave to get to safety, too, but he wasn't sure he could trust that. In a quieter tone, he added to Eridan. "Shoot my anthethtor and I will fucking gut you, Eridan. But if you can help me get him away, that'd be good."

Okay, now was not the time to laugh at Sollux.

But he did it anyway, seriously, Dualscar and his slave, this was unimaginably perfect. After which he switched over into a scowl, hoisting his gun and pointing it at Dualscar.

"Dualscar! Step awway from the pissblood or I fuckin' shoot the both a' you!"

What was this, the lowblood police?

His gaze flicked from the both of them, clearly unimpressed with their manner of attempting to handle the situation. And, naturally, he does the opposite of what they demanded of him-- holding the slave to him more securely, quickly putting the blade of the sword to his neck. Firmly, and just short of biting into the skin.

And his descendent even had Ahab's Crosshairs-- his gun. Had Eridan stolen it? Or was it simply a duplicate made from time differences? In retrospection, he decided whether he had or not mattered little. The outcome would be the same in his mind.

In a clear, firm tone he speaks to his hostage, only barely keeping the anger from his voice. Time to further test these waters; waters that had only barely began to appease him.

"Restrain them. It's for their best."

This was it... the moment of truth. If Ψiioniic did what Dualscar ordered him to, he might never be free of his former master. He'd hurt his Descendant, Signless would have to come rescue him again... it would never end.

Never.

But did he have the strength to defy a sea dweller?

It took every ounce of will, but he managed one short, breathy syllable. "No." Power crackled over his skin, snapping and stinging everywhere Dualscar touched him. "You're not... my mathter... anymore!"

Sollux wanted to spill purple blood, and seriously considered spilling Eridan's when the other boy laughed at him. He wasn't sure if it was the sentiment or the lisp that made him laugh, but either way he redeemed himself with his next words.

But he cursed when Dualscar not only threatened the hostage, but confidently commanded him to attack them, instead. Fuck, how screwed up was Psiioniic, after all? Would he really attack them instead of trying to get away or helping them against Dualscar?

He breathed a sigh of relief when Psiioniic's body sparked and crackled, and put a hand on Ahab's muzzle. "Jutht wait for a thecond. Thee what he doeth." But he knew that as soon as Dualscar was forced away, he was more than happy to let Eridan start shooting.

Eridan sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? Fine. I'll wwait." God, he wished he had even near the amount of control Dualscar had ever had, only over Sollux. Only he'd felt really awkward around Psiioniic. Okay, as usual, he had no fucking clue what he wanted. At least both lowbloods with telekinetic powers were arguably on his side, though.

"I'm wwarnin' you, Orphaner!"

Fool.

No one had to die if he'd had his way. But that'd since changed.

He is beyond angry now; he is livid. The others' words have become only garbled noise. He'd given the slave a chance to redeem himself, and what had he done? Thrown it all away with continuance of his childish stints of rebellion. The energy crackles painfully about his hand, and he recoils a step back-- though, without letting the pressure of his weapon lessen. In fact, it increases.

And it's not nearly painful enough to stop him from completing his next action. In one deft, practiced motion, he brings the blade across the Ψiioniic's throat to slit it.

The action was too fast for Ψiioniic to realize it was coming or react in time to block it. The next thing he knew he was choking on hot blood, unable to draw air through his windtube. He'd never experienced anything like it - but he'd already died once in the last few days, and he knew the feel of that

And if Dualscar was so cavalier about killing him, he'd surely do the same to his Descendant. The only thing Ψiioniic could do was try to protect Sollux.

With a cry of near-feral anger and pain, he blasted outwards with his powers, intent on killing Dualscar and hoping Sollux would react fast enough to protect himself with his own powers.

Sollux didn't know what had happened for a moment. The movement was so fluid and Dualscar didn't even hesitate, and then yellow blood was gushing forth.

Then he saw the flash of red and blue, and reacted almost on instinct. He turned and grabbed Eridan around the shoulders, dragging him close as his eyes flashed. He threw up a crude telekinetic shield to protect them both as power ricocheted around the hallway.

What?! He!? Fuck. What?

Wow did Sollux just save him? Eridan had the feeling that he should be doing something more related to, say, actively strategising in case Dualscar makes it through whatever Sollux's Ancestor is doing right now. Or possibly shooting Dualscar.
But mostly he was just gaping at Sollux. He totally saved him and he didn't have to and THIS MEANT HE HAD A CHANCE.

He took the opportunity to grope Sollux's butt.

Shock. The jolts of psychic energy were not only surprising, but electrifying as well. He is wracked with it, his hand and corresponding arm burned badly from the direct contact, bolts of it slicing at whatever exposed flesh. Perhaps it is only bad luck on his part, that the unarmored part of his abdomen would just so happen to be in the direct line of fire. It is pierced through and all the way through, royally violet blood spilling in waves.

If he'd anticipated it, maybe he'd had better positioned himself for escape. That is, if he hadn't seen his former hostage as the best way of getting what he'd wanted.

But for now, he's collapsed to lie still near the other fallen, his final breath coming in no more than a ragged shudder.

.

Sollux yelped as Eridan grabbed his ass. The telekinetic shield flickered and held, but enough of the power got through that both of them were knocked off their feet.

Sollux held tight to Eridan's neck as they skidded, cursing, then kneed him in the groin to get him to let go. They didn't have time to fuck around. Dualscar might not be completely dead.

He jumped to his feet, then relaxed at the sight of purple blood mixing with yellow, and spattered all over the hallway. Looked like they'd won, but Psiioniic was still dead.

"Oog!" said Eridan incoherently and curled up, trying to catch his breath. "Don't zap him," he said, a little breathlessly. "I wwant to finish him off."

Sollux didn't answer for a moment. He walked towards the two adult trolls and looked down at them, watching Dualscar for any sign of life. Given the amount of blood, and the entrails spilling out from a slice in his abdomen, though, he doubted there was any chance of him getting up any time soon.

He kicked Dualscar in the head, then turned back to Eridan.

"Thorry, ed. He'th already finished."

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