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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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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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