Cold. Dark. Pain. Shock. Disbelief.

These are the things I feel as I watch him die.

Gamzee, what happened to you? This isn't like you at all. Why? Why are you doing this?

He died with a smile on his face.

I sit in the vent for a moment before rage completely takes over.

Next thing I know, I'm flying through the air towards Gamzee, my claws out and a hiss slipping past my bared teeth.

Distantly, I hear the grate hit the ground.

Then I'm on him. He catches my wrist and drags my claws across his face, leaving trails of purple blood in their wake. Then he throws me to the ground. His club comes down on me again and again, and I scream. I try to reach Equius, my moirail, my best friend, my reason for living, in my last few moments.

Too weak to scream.

The club comes down on my head, and this time, I do scream.

Pain.

Dark.

Equius.

A/N: Hi! Almera here, again... I have already posted this story on my personal account under a different title, along with the next one I'll be posting but I'll put them here too! Leave a review if you have the time! Flames will be laughed at and used to roast marshmallows.