Fight For Me.

Chapter 8, Tainted.

You had thought your sleep was gonna be peaceful, at least. Since you know, you were cuddled up to your lovers chest sleeping. But no, Oh hell no. Of course you can't get this night of rest peaceful. You gotta deal with more shit even though you aren't even awake. You first realize you aren't actually asleep when your mind won't stop thinking. Thinking of every action you made that night. It made you feel all giddy and such inside. Then, for some reason, you felt dread start to creep up inside you. Why? Why was it there? You thought softly. Then you take in your dreamscapes surroundings. You were in your room, but something was off. You just couldn't tell what it was. So you look around for what it could be. Then you notice. You're not actually in your room. You're in a replica, like a stage set for this. There's you bed, your walls, your dresser, but it wasn't at all yours. It's like it was made to make you feel calmer about the situation you were in. You still don't know what the fuck is going on. You look at the mirror, expecting to see your reflection. Because you know, that's how mirrors work. But it wasn't your actual face. It was a hollowed out version, with your bones protruding out of your skin. You stood up, terrified at the look. You look at your body, in a skin tight white night gown. Why was that nostalgic? You can basically see every bone through your skin. Like you were under nourished for some reason. 

You felt it then, that feeling of coldness sliding over your skin, the disgusting tingles you got when you saw him for the first time. It reminded you of how he had touched you, the roughness of his skin, the way he had smiled at you. The look of desire that was held in his eyes when he looked at you. You felt the temperature drop about 10 degrees. Your mind racing, you want a way out, you need a way out. You frantically look around. No way out. No windows, no doors, nothing. What was so different though, from your own room? Obviously everything, but something was so different. What was it? Your mind was racing to figure out what it was. Then you look back, to the bed where you had woken up on. That's what was different. Instead of being your full sized bed, it was a king size. The sheets being completely black, the mist that had surrounded you and him that day lurked around it, twitching like a living, breathing thing. From where you were standing it looked like blood red stains were on the sheets. You did not want to dwell on what that could be.  You shivered. Then you remembered. You knew why you were here.  You felt something dark from behind, but afraid to even look at him, you stand deathly still. He put his hand on your shoulder and, sniffed you? What the fuck? Your disgust radar from him just when up like, ten notches. "Aha, you slept with him tonight, didn't you, my love?" His voice like razor blades slid down your spine. You didn't entertain him with your answer though. One, you were way to scared to even think of talking, and two, this guy can go fuck himself. "Answer me, or I will find out for myself, if you did or didn't." He said in a warning. You knew what that meant. 

You turn around, finding him directly in your face. You scream and push him back, because his face, Oh god his face. It wasn't like last time. It was distorted. His smile surpassed his cheek bones, leading to his jaw bone, sharp teeth lining his thin lips. Like the red paint on the joker from batman. His eye holes were bigger than what his eyes actually were, but you couldn't tell unless you actually looked, because his eyes were all black save for his red iris'. This time, in this version, you knew he could kill you. You could only shake in his presence. "Didn't I say to answer me?" You nodded your head, because you knew if you lied to him, he would check. You believed that to the core of your heart. "Wow, aren't you a fucking whore. I thought you'd at least have the decency to save yourself for me." He backed you up until you hit a wall. Then you saw his full body. He wore nothing but pants, and you could see every single one of his pores oozing that cold black mist. You wanted to scream, but it was caught in your throat. He had gashes running up his torso, and down beneath his waist line. He put on of his arms next to your head, blocking you from running. His fingers were misshapen, curling in on themselves, and ending in sharp looking talons. He looked like Karkat, in a twisted sense, but you knew he wasn't him. At least you thought... He smiled his disgusting smile, one that opened his full width of his extended mouth. Almost like he knew what you were thinking. Then something started to shift. The floor. It was moving. 

You were now in a forest. Taking this chance, you ran for your life. But he laughed, like nails on a chalkboard type laugh. This was all a game to him, but you couldn't think of anything but from getting away from him. The ground shifted under your feet, throwing you off balance. You caught yourself, went to get back up and run, but he grabbed your arm, and pulled you close to him. "Shouldn't I be punishing you for your betrayal? Let's see. I could slowly drain you of your blood, I could tear you limb from limb, I could also gut you alive... Hmmmm. So many choices, so little time..." You knew it. This was how you were going to die. You were numb from fear, and you hadn't even realized you were crying until he took his tongue and ran it over your cheek, catching a tear. "Just the right amount of salt. Aha, are you scared darling? I could just take you here and now, and make you mine. You wouldn't ever have to wake up, and you'd never get tired. An ever lasting love making. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" He asked in a sarcastically playful tone. This time you screamed. A glass breaking screech. He immediately let you go to cover his ears. You ran again. He changed the dreamscape again. You were now in what seemed like New York City, but much, much darker. The buildings were withering away with decay, some were just disoriented and twisted, circling each other. The sky. The sky was a blood red color. The sun was black. 

You ran looking for anyone, anything to hide you. But when you found something, it turned to look at you. It had no eyes, only hollows of where they were. The mouth was sewn shut. But when it saw you,  it started tearing the stitches, and it ran toward you. The noises it made were indescribable. The pungent smell it gave off made you cringe. It smelt like a mix between rotting eggs and a decaying body.  You stood and stared in horror and blood started to poor from it's eye sockets. It ran like it's legs were put on backwards. Once the stitches were finally pulled free, what laid beneath made you throw up. Row after row of black shark-like teeth lined its lip-less mouth. It stopped directly in front of you. It smiled at you, and then out of no where, it exploded. Just completely exploded. You stood astonished, one because it just randomly exploded, and two because not one thing got on you. "Well. That was unpleasant if I do say so myself." You freeze as you feel his hand on your butt. That pissed you off. No one. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO TOUCH THE BUTT WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION. You turn around and punch him directly in the jaw. "YOU CANNOT JUST TOUCH ME LIKE THAT WHENEVER YOU WANT." You scream out. You actually didn't mean to say that out loud, but you were just so angry you screamed it out. 

You realize then what you just did. You body freezes with fear. He stands up, anger so obvious on his face. He grabs you by the arm and transports you back into his room from the last dream. His face transformed back into Karkats regular face this time. He pushed you onto his bed,climbs on top of you, and put his hand around your throat, choking you. You rapidly claw at his hand, trying to get him to let go. "You shouldn't have fucking done that you slut. Now I'm going to teach you be fucking obedient." You try gasping for air, but instead he leans down and kisses you, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You try to push him off, but you're starting to black out from the lack of oxygen. He finally lets go of your throat and pulls back. "You. Will. Listen. To. Me. Slut." He rips off your nightgown. This is when you finally realize. This Karkat isn't your Karkat. This is a completely different person who has the intention to do unspeakable things to you. You just stop moving. He realizes and stops his assault. He knows you realized too. "Oh. We will see whose right, whore. You'll learn your fucking lesson one way or another." The black mist surrounds you again, making you scream, and sends you off back into the real world. 

"WAKE UP JEGUS FUCKING CHRIST WAKE UP." You hear him scream. You first initial reaction: Punch him in the face.