A Life Made In A Movie. A Very Bad Movie [DAVEKAT]

CHAPTER 22: A Sprinkle Of Unsynchronized Fighting

(tw for a medium amount of pretty descriptive gore :3)

be dave

I shook a bit as Karkat and I ascended the stairs. I didn't want him to get hurt, and I kind of didn't want to get hurt myself. I knew that if I backed out, Bro would kill me and Karkat... or maybe just Karkat because he was "badly influencing" me. Making me soft. So I sucked it up as he opened the door and stepped out onto the roof. I could hear my heart beating, and my head throbbed like my brain had been replaced with it. The only thought going through my brain at that moment was "protect Karkat at all costs". I had to. It was my job, and I was going to follow through. If Karkat got seriously wounded by this, I was pretty sure I would end my own life.

When I stepped out onto the roof, only dimly lit by a flickering light that sat on the wall by the door, I spotted Bro immediately, brandishing his not-so-crappy katana. Mine were most likely from the dollar store or something, because I swore every time they got hit by his too hard they broke. Karkat had two weird little curved knife things? I had no idea what they were called but they looked sick as fuck so it was okay. 

"So you decided to bring him," Bro said in a cold voice, and Karkat bristled beside me. To Bro, he probably just looked like an angry cat in a cage, which made my blood boil. 

"I CAME ON MY OWN," Karkat growled in reply. "AND YOU WON'T DO MUCH TO EITHER OF US."

"What a high statement for such a small creature," I watched Karkat and my bro go back and forth for a couple seconds before I stepped forwards. 

"So are we going to do what you called me up here for, or not?" I stood holding the handle of my sword with both hands. Karkat just crouched a tiny bit, showing that he kind of had no idea how to fight.

Without warning, Bro just kind of disappeared, knocking Karkat to the side since his reaction time wasn't as fast as mine. I immediately swung my sword, and Karkat's weird knife thing hooked onto Bro's leg as he flashstepped away again, leaving a few drops of blood on the ground there. Karkat scooted away from it a little, standing up again and dusting himself off.

"OKAY, HOW THE FUCK DOES HE DO THAT?" Karkat looked at me with slight panic and sympathy in his gaze. "DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS ALL THE TIME?"

"Yeah, kinda sucks ass, huh? You could have just stayed inside," I spoke before Bro appeared behind me and swung his sword, hitting mine in the process and promptly snapping it in half.

Shit.

I knew I couldn't do this for long without my stupid crusty dollar store katana shattering. Karkat hissed and lunged at Bro, aiming for his arm to try to drag it towards himself. Bro disappeared again, and Karkat fell to the ground right by the edge of the roof. I reached out for him and was about to help him away from the edge, but Bro stood between me and him almost instantly.

"He can help himself. You don't have to save him every time, especially when you're the one in trouble."

Bro backed me up towards the wall, and I kicked a piece of the sword that had broken up off of the ground and sliced his side with it. He stabbed my shoulder in retaliation, also sticking his sword into the wall in the process and trapping me. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I was a Strider, I wasn't weak. I wasn't allowed to be hurt, I wasn't allowed to cry, but I felt a small amount of tears betray me and fill the bottom of my eyes, coating them and making my vision blurred.

Oh God, what was he going to do now? 

Karkat had gotten up and he stood right behind Bro, who pulled another sword out of nowhere. I should have expected that, it was the man who raised me anyway. Except I had forgotten any extra swords, mostly because I only had one.