Fantasy AU setting, trolls are considered very dangerous and should be killed on sight. John has befriended an injured Karkat, and the two have convinced the Prospitain army to take down the Empress. The battle is over, and Karkat is missing and badly wounded. Go.
(( … This prompt. Anon. Oh gooosh. ))
John had been hoping for a good ending. But this… This wasn’t one. This couldn’t be one. He hadn’t been hurt badly in the fight, no, nothing a few bandages could fix. But, his friend, his friend that he’d had to do so much to gain trust from, where was he? The Heir held his hand over his wounded shoulder, stumbling forward as he moved.
The Witch was nearby. The Knight and Seer weren’t too far. All three of them watched as the Heir contined to walk, calling in a tone devoid of emotion for the troll’s name. Jade cringed at the tone of her brother’s voice- How empty he sounded, how so un-John-like. But they kept their distance, worried.
John’s eyes were locked on the ground as he walked, searching for the brightest shade of candy red. Brighter even than his own deep red blood, so different from the normal shades of maroon to purple of the trolls. Humans and trolls alike did lay scattered across the battlefield, and the Heir surveyed as many as he could, searching for the nubby horns of his friend.
It wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for.
He bit back a choked cry when he found Karkat, the spear through his stomach leaving too big of a hole, too much blood, too much, too much, god it’s everywhere- The Heir sank to his knees beside the other, listening to his shallow breathing.
“… K-Karkat?” He muttered, reaching toward the other’s cheek. Dim yellow eyes stared blankly upwards. “… Karkat, please, please tell me you’re okay…” It was a delusion, of course, there was no way the troll could survive such a wound. Swallowing heavily, John withdrew his hand, tears welling up in his eyes. He shuddered, still listening to the labored breaths of the candyblood.
Karkat stared blankly up at the sky of twilight, and very slowly his eyes trailed to John’s. A quiet gurgle came from his mouth and a bit of blood trailed over his chin, but a smirk came to his lips.
“We really fucking showed them, didn’t we?”
His voice was nothing more than a whisper. And after that, Karkat closed his eyes, released a final trembling breath, and vanished altogether.