I am trying to write dialogue between Dirk and Hal and omg why is it so haaarrrrdddd
I love and hate writing characters because I always have this feeling that I am making them EXTREMELY OCC, which is fun when you mostly want to write for fandoms :' ]
Summary: What can you do when you've lost everything?
Pairing: DirkJake (kinda, lol)
Warning: Demon!Jake, human!Cal, violence, blood mention, character death, mind games, lazy editing, lame title... in other words, don't read it.
A/N: Rory asked for Demon!Jake, and he's the sweetest guy I know, so I wrote this. :D Also a bit of stress relief for me. I was going to do Imayoshi next, but my allergies are bugging me.
Your lungs feel like broken glass, each ragged breath you take burns and stings, but you can’t give up. Not yet. Not until it’s over.
You run for it.
Your feet are almost completely numb, the effects of standing in the snow for too long, hoping that you’ll make it out of this alive. You throw your body into the door, shoving open the heavy wood with your shoulder, and then slamming it shut behind you.
When you turn around, the sight of the living room awaits you. You try to ignore the stains decorating the floor and sofa, the bright red color reminds you of the juice from strawberries. You squeeze your eyes shut when memories of lazy summers force their way into your mind. You remember lying around listening to Roxy’s stories, while Jane offered you a slice of her homemade strawberry cake.
You’d wipe at the water filling your eyes if you weren’t afraid you’d get blood in them.
“A small trip down memory lane, huh, Dirk?”
You whip your head around and spot him sitting at the top of the stairs. He grins at you, sharp white teeth that are almost as bright as the menacing glow of his red eyes.
“Are you still angry with me, Dirk?” Jake asks. “For taking Roxy and Jane away from you. Because they were weak.”
“Fuck you,” you say. You point your sword directly at him, and righten your stance. “Roxy and Jane weren’t weak, and if you hadn’t separated us, we would have destroyed you.”
“But I did separate you, didn’t I, Dirk? And you didn’t destroy me. So now I believe it’s only fair if you joined me.”
“I’d rather die.”
“Well,” Jake says, and the sight of his grin makes you feel like your insides have gone cold. “Hopefully it won’t have to come to that.”
“Where’s Cal?” You ask.
“Cal?” Jake scratches at his head as if he isn’t sure what you’re talking about. “Oh, yes. You’re little friend. I’m not sure. I haven’t seen him, I’m afraid.”
“You’re lying.”
“No, Dirk,” Jake replies, and his voice drops to a tone so threatening that it makes you take a step back toward the door. “I’m not lying. I’m bored. I’ve played this game with you long enough. It’s time to go.”
“You want me, come and get me.”
“Gladly.”
Jake’s fast, too fast for you to keep up with, but you swing your sword at him anyway. He laughs at you as he moves, mocking you, while describing to you in great detail exactly how your friends’ souls tasted.
Your attacks are aimless now. You just want to hit him, to hurt him, to make him suffer in the same manner that he’s made you. But no matter how hard you swing, how loud you curse, your blade just can’t connect with him.
“Come on, Dirk. You’re not even trying,” Jake taunts you. “Here, let me help you. How’s this?”
You watch in horror as his appearance changes from the sick, twisted demon you want to kill to one of your best friends. He looks just like her, everything, from her hair to those ridiculous stiletto heels.
But those glowing red eyes are still his and his alone.
“Whatcha' waiting for, Dirky?” He says, but he sounds like Roxy. “I’m standing right here. Come and get me!”
You swing again, but he jumps back and dodges it, and when you lunge forward he’s no longer Roxy, but Jane. “Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy,” he says in Jane’s cheerful voice. “Strike me.”
“Jane would never say strike me,” you growl at him before taking another swing. Your sword slices through the air, but doesn’t come close to touching him.
“What about me, bro?” Dave says. “Would I say it? Nah, guess not. Maybe though. Might be persuaded to. Never know, bro.” But you know better than to think that’s actually Dave.
“Shut up!”
“Or what?” Jake says, and he’s back to himself again. “What will you do, Dirk? Will you kill me? Will the amazing Dirk Strider slay the evil, but dashingly handsome demon?” He laughs and takes a step toward you. “I’d like to see you try.”
And you give him what he wants.
You’ve never stabbed anyone before, and you feel a sense of power when your blade goes through him. It’s met with resistance, but you shove forward anyway. It’s almost intimate in a weird, and extremely wrong, kind of way.
His eyes are wide, as if he can’t believe what has just happened. You smirk at him, watching as he clutches at the blade, the skin of his fingers breaking open and bleeding from the tightness of his grip.
“How’s that?” You ask. “Do you like what you see, you fucking demon?”
“Do you?” Jake replies, but his voice comes from far away. Confused, you look around and spot him sitting back at the top of the stairs. Your entire state of being fills with dread when you bring your gaze back to the body impaled on the blade of your sword.
Cal.
You release your sword, and Cal falls backward. You hear screaming, but you’re too distraught to realize those screams are coming from you.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Dirk,” Jake says, and when he advances on you, there’s nothing you can do but stand there, frozen in your spot, and let him.
You bolt upright, sweat clinging to your shirt as if someone had dumped an entire bucket of water on top of you. Jake is lying next to you, sleeping soundly, his glasses lying just a few inches away from his head. Jane, Roxy, Dave, and Cal are all still asleep, each one of them making their on home in the abandoned shopping mall.
Standing up, you grab your sword, and then head up to the rooftop to see if there have been any changes to the situation.
There hasn’t been.
You spend the next five minutes staring at the moon while the rotting corpses of the once living groan and claw at the walls below you.
