You are Mituna Captor, and you've been told the worst truth ever. But it's the truth, and you feel betaryed. Your own moiral did this.
"HOW COULD YOU?" You scream out, tears welling in your eyes," I though we were friends... KURLOZ DO YOU HEAR ME?! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!" You tremble in heart ache and Kankri gives you a look of pure agitation, but also kindness and pity.
Pity.
You remember that expression.
He had used that expression when you suddenly appeared with brain damage, you mind jumbled like your words. Your powers subconciously lashed out, huge cords of electricty bolting around them all. Kankri watches as your powers build and flash, the air snapping with the bolts of hate. You turn to find Kurloz laughing, just laughing as you filtered through your emotions.
One raw emotion suddenly made you step forward, fury boiling your blood as you raised a hand, and slashed a pebble across Kurloz's face. He seemed unstartled by the fact he had a cheek sliced open and laughed harder, drawing his spear as laughter boomed with the lightning you were sending around the feild, and it fazed you, making you unsure of what to do.
'Kill him' a soft voice echoed in your ear, and you smile softly.
'Destroy him, it's his fault, and if you die dear friend, we'll be there.' Another voice sounded.
'He is a terror to us all.' a wispy voice growls faintly.
'I would have him killed for what he's done if I could.' this voice sneers.
The voices are the voices of your friends, and your dead matesprit Latula. You grit your teeth and take another step, keepining your pace till you both stood a foot apart.
Kurloz smelled of blood and reaked of wickedness, his croocked smile making You even more angry as you stared into his eyes and sent a bolt right between you two, making Kurloz only...
Blink.
You snap.
"YOU TERROR!" It wasn't your words, someone was speaking through you, and you let them do it, till more words came," YOU INSOLENT FOOL! YOU JUST HAD TO KILL HER? I SWEAR TO GOG I WILL MAKE SURE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!" as the words came, you could feel them all around you, screaming their anger and fusteration. And then something else. A bitter sweet emotion, and you realized the Summoner wanted to speak, and words flowed out," You were my best friend, and you did a terrible deed...I will not forgive you." You feel all the emotions again, and welcome them as you realize Kurloz looks shocked, and when you look, so does everyone else.
Becuase they're all here.
Nepeta and Eridan stood hand in hand infront of the group of kids, watching as Mindfang and Redgalre stood up, the others fallowing.
Darkleer waved to Meulin while You turn back to Kurloz, and see a VERY faint image behind him. The Grand Highblood.
You feel a chill run down your spine and you look into Kurloz's eyes," Kurloz, tell me you still remember that we were Moirals."
"I remember."
"Even when you killed Latula?"
"Yes." It still has the same effect, but stronger, and you punch him, breaking his nose and sending him backwards into a stadium pole. He coughs his indigo blood upward into the air and you hear an aprroving snort behind him.
"All of those who do things out of pure wickedness must be punished." Latula's voice is behind you, and it makes you tense.
And then you notice Kurloz is fliging something at you. You hear Kankri's shout and see a flash of red sweater, and close your eyes.
Kankri grabbed the spear, but it was flying to fast for him to effectivly stop it that way, so he slung the rest of him infront of it, and greeted the pain with a cut off shreik.
Mituna watches as he falls, the world slowing as his body hits the earth with a hard 'thunk', the spear shaft snapping along with the hold. The Dolorosa, Porrim, screams in horror while Meulin sprints forward, sliding to a stop on her knees, cutting them as she grabbed Kankri's face.
"Kankri!?" She cried out, Porrim beside her now," KANKRI!" She starts crying and holds his limp frame against her body, blood soaking her green shirt and white skirt as she sobbed into his hair, Porrim beside her with a look of pure agitation. Mituna just stares, watching as the blood pooled around his feet.
Kankri could feel Disciple as she cried into his chest, and he welcomed the feeling, but it was so faint, and he felt so cold. Then Redgalre's voice boomed around him, and he smiled at the image of her crouched over him, her face twisted with concern as he spots Darkleer and the others behind her. His mind flickers back to reality, Dolorosa screaming, her hands tangled in her hair as she rocked back and forth beside him. He felt something drag at the back at his mind, and he coughed.
"Welcome back you little shit head." The Condesce helped him up.
KANKRI VANTAS-
Journal -
Day- December 23, a day of the Capricon. Year - 2017
I sit here this morning, the sun shining as I scribble words into this journal of mine. I feel good about being here on earth, and I enjoy watching events unfold. The truth is though, It hurts to think that my planet is destroyed. I feel guilty for telling Mituna, and I'd be lying if I said I hated him. I love him dearly as a friend and maybe one day, if I will myself into that state, matesprit. I think about the coming day where I will die once again, and it haunts me. I've felt it many times before, and death is not scary. But... it underminds my confidence and I find my self fearful of the idea.
There is a challenge to this truth, and I know it. And I also know I'll be facing this truth just like everyone else will one finnal time. So now, I sit here still, and I feel like saying one thing to amuse myself.
I hate the Captors cause they top us.
Hah. Amusing, Now I'll have something to burst out laughing at in a few weeks.
Just know, I was lying when I said that.
Extra scene :
16 years later.
A young group of trolls walked into their class room, smiles on their faces as the five sat down in the back. One was a hipster with pink blood, and he always acted pervy like his unknown father, but was cheerful and friendly like his mother. Another one had blue eyes and red make-up, she liked to talk about death, and was over protective of her hyper friend beside her. The one beside her had dark brown hair, and wide, green and blue eyes. She had a lisp, and loved cats. The one that sat beside the hipster had long, white hair and a fashionable dress on, she also had pink eyes and pale skin like her birth mother, but had the troll trade mark grays and horns like her creative mother. Her friend beside her looked a little grumpy, and was talking on the phone, he to had a lisp, but he had red eyes and double set of nub horns and always wore a red sweater. His dad, the lispy computer-attached one, asked him if he was doing good. He responded with a yes to every question and grumbled about 'trigger alearts' anytime he said something sexual or offensive.
Then, his birth dad got on the phone, and the boy rolled his eyes as his father yelled through the phone about his glasses still being beside his bed.
" Uncle Dave let me wear his, Karcrab." The boy had nicknamed his father that when he was six. He laughed when 'Karcrab' spluttered out angry, jumbled words through the speaker. The phone call ended soon after, and the kid hung up.
"Hey Nep, whatcha doin?" He slid back into his seat beside the white haired troll.
"Aw, designing you a cute scarf Kankri! You'd look soooo cute in a scarf! Like Eridan!" She giggles a little to brightly and you figure she found Aunt Rose's 'secret' stash of booze.
"Well, I'm cool with that. And Hey Eridan." He waved to the pink hipster, and then class started.
THE END.
Authors note: Welp, I had fun writing this story, and I hope all of you like it! It was the best ending out of the other five ending drafts. Lol, hope you enjoyed!