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 You stepped away from your school's campus and over to the parking lot where your car waited. It'd been a rather long day. At least now you could just head home an-- That thought was interrupted by a loud car horn sounding close by. You looked up as a large black van came fast around the parking lot corner and jerked to a halt in the road in front of you. The shotgun seat window rolled down, and your eyes met with the eye-bagged stare of Karkat Vantas. While you couldn't say you were well acquainted with the young man, you two did share a bit of history. Only a few weeks ago he'd been a customer at the convenience store you had until rec

Highblood's Night Out --- I won't go so far as to mark this as mature content, as the violence really doesn't get a lot of detail, but if you hate anything with blood, then you've been warned. --- Slam. Slam. Slam. The pavement became wetter.  Slam. Slam. A low moan escaped bloodied lips. Slam. The sound was monotonous. The rhythm was monotonous. The murderer's breathing was steady and monotonous. Everything was in sync, in pattern, except the victim's raspy breaths that were growing shorter. The killer didn't know the victim. The killer didn't need to know the victim. He just needed to kill. To calm himself. To pacify his instinc

A single figure sat lounging in an overstuffed chair in the study. The room was spacious, and very richly furnished. Shelves were full of books; some rows neatly packed while others appeared to have been tossed about in haste. Large maps covered sections of wall, carefully marked and plotted. Exotic flora and plush furniture accented the burgundy walls and frescoed ceiling flawlessly. A magnificent chandelier hung proudly overhead, its many genuine crystals willing to twinkle in the light. If there was light. That was another aspect of this room. It remained dark. Always. The servants of the mansion referred to this room as the master's bro

 It was quiet. Total silence, exempting the slight sound of the currents of clean and musty air flowing through the large air ducts you had been situated in for the past two days. A calmness seemed to permeate the area. Which was odd. It wasn't a true calmness. Only a temporary one.  No one could ever be truly, completely calm during war. It was the third World War. An event that had been greatly feared even before it began taking place several months ago. Something the world had wished to avoid if at all possible. But man was weak, and violence was not something to be abandoned. It was through luck alone that the world powers had managed

You walked liesurely down the sidewalk near your college campus. It was nearing the end of summer, and the air felt as though it was just beginning to cool. The day was sunny, and overall rather cheerful. Looking up towards the sky, which contained few clouds, you let the warmth sink in. Just as you looked back down to where you were walking however, you realized a blur obstructed your path. "Watch ou-" the blur cried, seemingly noticing his own obstruction at the same time. The two of you walked straight into each other, and you were just able to keep balance. The man in front of you, however, was carrying a large plastic container, and up