"i'm impressed, you've managed to survive." - OPEN / MURDER

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]Dirk had been way too easy to take down.


    Jack expected a challenge to be posed when he jumped Dirk on the border of BlizzardClan's territory, teeth bared and a wild look in his eyes. The older Strider did put up a fight, yes, but it was a rather pathetic and weak attempt despite the fact that he did manage to give Jack a few scars from a katana. Jack managed to take him out as easily and possible and, without much effort on his part, sliced Dirk's head clean off his shoulders using his own sword. At that point, Jack had been in his worst murderous mode and ended up restricting himself from doing anymore damage. No, he couldn't mutilate the body. Not yet. It was very tempting, however, and in order to feed his bloodlust, he had to tear up a nearby rabbit. Then, when he had managed to control himself and his canine-like instincts, the male had dragged the body all the way across the border, leaving a bloody trail that led from BlizzardClan all the way to LunarClan. It had been quite a hassle yet Jack had managed to make it a quick transport and only ended up breaking a sweat when his wounds began to act up during the process. The canine murderer had forced himself to push through the pain and do what he needed to do in order to get Dave's attention. Damn, he really did want to kill Dave. Not just kill him, but hurt him. Make sure that every time he took a breath, it hurt. Dave was going to die a slow, painful death, and Jack was going to enjoy every minute of it.


    Now that he was on the territory of LunarClan, Jack supposed that this was a good place to dump the dead body of Dirk. He wanted to make sure that Dave was the first to see it, though, so there would be a bigger and more effective impact on the younger. He dumped the body rather carelessly on the floor of the territory and placed the decapitated head of Dirk near the body but not too close so Dave would see what he had done. He then inspected his work, a small smirk edging across his maw and exposing his extremely sharp teeth. Hopefully this would do something to Dave to make him more of a risk-taker. After all, Jack knew what Dave often did when he got mad. He got reckless. He got blinded by emotions. He got paranoid. Jack sank his claws into the ground in order to control himself and took Dirk's katana for himself, deciding that he needed a new sword. No one could ever have too little swords. Anyways, this was his trophy.


    Jack couldn't help but wonder if Dave had forgotten about him. The ebony canine would be quite surprised if he had - after all, Jack was the cancer of the world. It was difficult to forget him, especially after all those he hated murdered, mutilated, and tortured. However, if it happened to be that Dave had believed that he was safe from Jack Noir's wrath, then he had a big surprise coming from him. Jack hated Dave. He despised the younger of the Striders; maybe it was because Dave actually had the potential of becoming a hero or maybe it was because his past abilities had made him seem like a tougher opponent than he really was. Whatever the reason was, it certainly wasn't appealing to Jack. Jack couldn't let Dave escape from him so easily.


    Jack then left the scene. He didn't leave a trace of who he was since he didn't belong to any clan. There was hardly any evidence that Jack had been the one to commit this. There was a little note attached to the body of the feline. It was rather poorly written with blood stains scattered around the border; however, it was still considered to be legible for those who were able to read and write. There, written in a deep black, were three words written on the scrap of paper:


    "Game over, Strider."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]"It's not real."


    That was the one thought that was spinning through Dave's head as he stumbled upon the decapitated head and the dead body of his older brother. No, no, no. This was just a dream - a nightmare. This wasn't real at all. His imagination was just getting the best of him. This couldn't be real. The last time Dave saw him, Dirk was perfectly okay. He was healthy and was always ready for a strife no matter how tense the atmosphere was between them. This couldn't be possible. Dave had already lost him in the past and when he got him back, it was like Christmas. However, this scene brought memories back. Dave didn't have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, no, but he did have something similar yet less intense. No, no, no, this wasn't real. This was just a...prank! A sick, sick, sick joke.


    "Come on, Dirk. This isn't the time for pranks. You aren't Egbert, damn it," Dave began, his voice inevitably cracking at the end of his sentence. Damn, his voice was getting the best of him. Clearing his throat and attempting to regain his composure, Dave called out once again and this time in a harsher tone of voice, "Dirk! For fuck's sake!" The younger was just waiting for Dirk to come out from behind a tree and laugh at Dave for falling for the "prank." However, his call was only returned with a deadly silence that made Dave's heart sink all the way to his stomach. Was this...really Dirk? No, that couldn't be! Dirk was the strongest one. Dirk was a hero. Heroes didn't die like that. Dirk was supposed to live forever, damn it! He deserved it. "Say something!" Once again, silence surrounded Dave, completely engulfing him.


    Once Dave's brain registered that this was, in fact, real, he nearly threw up. His body began to shake and hot tears were beginning to form in his eyes as he realized that his older brother had been snatched from him once again. No, Dave couldn't take it. Dirk had promised! He promised that he wasn't going to leave him all alone. Dave felt his heart race against his chest so quickly, he thought that it was going to burst out of his chest. In all honesty, he wouldn't care if it would. He wouldn't care if his heart burst through his chest and he ended up bleeding his life out. He wouldn't care if the murderer came to finish Dave off. He wouldn't care. Dirk was gone. Dirk was gone. Dirk was gone! Dave felt like crying but he kept everything inside. Striders never cried. Dirk wouldn't have cried if Dave was the one who was decapitated, right? Anyways, Dave wasn't weak. He wasn't. Dave was strong enough to get through this alone and with little to no tears. He wasn't going to allow himself to cry. "Dirk...come on, man, don't leave me here all alone. Please? Dirk?" His voice was messed up; it was cracking all over the place and it sounded as if Dave was trying too hard to hold all of his emotions inside.


    That was when his eyes fell upon the note that was stuck into the body. Dave tentatively approached the scrap of paper, carefully reading it through. Game over. Jack. Jack Noir was still out there. Jack killed Dirk. Jack killed everyone and for some reason, was still out for blood. Dave felt like tearing the note up but instead he just threw it onto the ground and left it there, muttering something that was most likely in the terms of, "Jack...that fucking coward." Then, without even looking at the body of his older brother, Dave began to walk away from the scene. He took the note with him, however. He wasn't even sure why he did, he just felt like it was important to him. Then, the cream-colored feline called in a rather strong voice despite the position he had been in, "Yo, for all you LunarClanners that actually give a shit, there's a dead body to bury. Go have fucking fun with it. Put flowers around the grave too. Come on, there needs to be some cliché fucking funeral that I wouldn't attend because I don't give two shits."


    That was a lie.


    Dave was now alone.

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    /hi tawney!! <3


    crouched behind a patch of brambles, karkat had watched. he'd not been there long, but long enough to see the apparent body of dave's brother lying limp on the ground. dirk was.. dead? yes, it would seem so. he didn't pick up on who did it, though. when dave began ranting and carrying on in quite the hysterical fashion, the dark grey tom would pad out and stand firmly in front of him. his optics were fogged over with a strange emotion, and he refused to move out of the way. " STRIDER, " karkat said lowly, tail swishing behind him, " DAMMIT, DON'T WALK AWAY FROM THIS. "
    personally, he had experienced plenty of losses in his life, but never any family. he didn't have family, or alone anyone super close, besides dave. so he could amount such a pain to losing him, then.
    the orange color in his eyes began to glow faintly, as he lowered his head and stepped closer to him, as if unsure if he should comfort him. he wasn't sure if he knew how.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Dave didn't expect Karkat to arrive and actually speak to him. Dave wasn't in the mood for speaking. He just didn't feel like doing anything, to be honest. A part of him was still in pure denial that his own brother was dead - it just didn't feel real at all. It felt like some crazy nightmare that was, for some reason, too real to be one. The cream-colored feline didn't do anything at first but then side-stepped Karkat and basically went around him. "Watch me walk away," Dave said in a low tone of voice, his voice still rather cracked due to what he had been holding inside. He didn't really care at this moment. He felt as if he was getting stabbed over and over with a sharp sword and there was no escaping it unless he managed to die or pass out. It was a strange saying to use but Dave could have sworn that he felt exactly like this. He felt dizzy, nauseas, and...upset. Dave then added, "He was a dirty liar anyway." Dirk had told Dave that Striders were invincible and couldn't get hurt. What a fucking liar. Dave wasn't mad at him, no. His emotions were just making him reckless, which was what Jack had been most likely anticipating. Well, assuming. Dave had no idea what Jack wanted to do with him now that Dirk was dead but whatever it was, it certainly wouldn't be good for him.


    ( rushed - in the middle of doing homework. )

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: white;]Blu was really very bad at figuring out what to say at times like this. So he decided to say nothing until he decided on a good, helpful thing he could tell Dave.


    Unfortunately he wasn't getting any ideas.


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    "I-It hurts a-a lot f-for a while b-but it g-gets b-better w-when you have p-people to t-talk to." A small voice that could only belong to the heart print shepard. She would know this for a fact as she had lost all of her family, her adoptive father and mentor at an early age. She was too young to understand but she still felt alone and her heart ached for them. "M-my d-door is a-always o-open." She added with a sympathetic tone.


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