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<h1>Chapter 32</h1>
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<p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">(V</span>riska)
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grabs Gamzee by the front of his shirt and yanks him down, her hot,
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furious breath brushing his disgusting face.</p>
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<p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: I sAiD tO yOu YoU gOtTa ChIlL, yO.</p>
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<p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: It’S hIgH tImE yOu GoT yOuR rEdEmPtIoN
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oN.</p>
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<p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: sEe, YoU gOtS tO mAkE sOmE mOtHeRfUcKiN
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aMeNdS tO yOuR tRaGiC bAcKsToRy.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): My WH8T????????</p>
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<p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HoNk. :o)</p>
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<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) looks into his eyes. She beholds his
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serene expression and the casual sag of his shoulders. His posture
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is so contemptibly flaccid, it’s as if he’s literally wilting. Her
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gaze travels to where his weird, long fingers are wrapped around
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the curve of her shoulder. His hand is sticky for some reason. She
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notices a few strands of her black hair clinging to whatever
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heinous substance is coating his hand. It’s an image so viscerally
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objectionable to her that she nearly vomits. After all she’s been
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through today, this... THIS is the last goddamned straw. Her eyes
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fill with fury, with indignation, with vivid, radiating
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malevolence, and then it finally happens.</p>
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<p>She just. Plain. Fucking.</p>
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<p>SNAPS.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Don’t you daaaaaaaare</p>
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<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) clenches her fists together and slams
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them into Gamzee’s nose. A brutal Double Axe Handle right off the
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hook. His nose makes a crunching sound like someone just stepped on
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a pile of crackers. He stumbles backward, cupping his palms over
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his face to catch the gush of blood.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): FUCK8NG touch me</p>
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<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) grabs him under the armpit and
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delivers a European-style Uppercut with her bloody elbow. He expels
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a wheezy, guttered honk. It comes out slowly, mournfully, like a
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broken bike horn getting backed over by the rear wheel of a
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hearse.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): EVVVVVVVVER</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She spins out from under his flailing arm and
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does a full 360-degree pirouette off the fucking handle to deliver
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a ruthless Knife Chop straight to the cartilage at the center of
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his chest, like a veteran butcher getting down to business.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): AG88888888IN!!!!!!!!</p>
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<p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: :o(</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Gamzee tries to get his bearings, but
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(Vriska)’s spinning back in the other direction with a Discus Back
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Elbow. Her elbow connects with his cheekbone hard enough that it
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shatters. A sharp tooth goes flying out of his puckered lips so
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fast that John has to take flight to avoid it. (Vriska) takes a
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crow’s hop back, grounding herself to swing a lead-legged kick
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right into his chin. Gamzee goes flying into a nearby tree. The
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first branch splinters under the impact of his spine. He gets
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clotheslined backward by the second one, spins around it and
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face-plants on a hard root under the tree.</p>
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<p>John winces, but not sympathetically. The impact was just that
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rough. That HAD to crack a rib or two.</p>
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<p>(Vriska) stalks over to Gamzee and triumphantly lifts him off
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the ground, high above her head, only to drop him and slam her knee
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into his face again. His lip splits, staining her jeans bright
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purple. He’s rolling from side to side on the ground, groaning as
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blood bubbles up from his mouth. It sounds like he’s drowning.
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(Vriska) drags him to his feet again, her hands fisted in his
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shirt. With an impressive maneuver, hard for the eye to follow
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unless you’re a trained wrestler, she adroitly twists a hand in his
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hair and Reverse Hangmans him against the tree branch.</p>
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<p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HONK!!!!</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): WHY WON’T YOU JUST</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She slams his throat against the branch again
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and again. Each time he lets out a sound like a damaged squeeze
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toy, his bloated, slimy tongue unspooling like a frog’s as all the
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air is crushed out of his esophagus.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): D8EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Shouting like a berserker, (Vriska)
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perpetrates a textbook Groinal Clawhold around Gamzee’s codpiece
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and rips it right the fuck off. He yowls as if he had actual
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testicles to be mauled, and for all anyone knows, maybe he really
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does. He paws the air desperately and fecklessly after his
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treasured purple dick-sock, but (Vriska) tosses it over her
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shoulder and shoves him into the mud with her heel. She grabs
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Gamzee by the hood, pulls him up, and then grinds the top of her
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shoe along the ridge of his broken nose, rubbing her laces into his
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eyes.</p>
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<p>Ah yes, John pauses his wince to admire, the good old Bootlace
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Eyerake. Jake loved that one back in the day, even though he had
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much more practice with the receiving end of it.</p>
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<p>Gamzee grabs (Vriska)’s foot by the bridge. Instead of yanking
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her off-balance, he opens his huge, bloody maw of a mouth and...
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runs his tongue along the rubber bottom of her shoe? (Vriska)
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freezes. She watches him lap the mud—and his own blood—out from
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between the grooves of the sole. His lips drag lewdly over the
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ridge of her footwear and begin sucking at where her big toe would
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be, if it were not safely ensconced in several layers of rubber and
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canvas. He draws back, a string of glutinous, tinted saliva
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connecting the shoe to his lip, and catches (Vriska)’s eyes with
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his own half-lidded gaze. His face is bruised, bloody, swollen. His
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makeup is a nightmarish disaster. But the expression he’s giving
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her is unmistakable. It’s not fear, not rage, not even pain.
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It’s...</p>
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<p>Lust.</p>
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<p>(Vriska) goes perfectly still, absolutely paralyzed by the
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sudden recognition. For several seconds, she doesn’t dare move a
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muscle.</p>
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<p>And then, quite suddenly, (Vriska) reaches a plateau of rage so
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intense, so pure, that she isn’t even seeing straight anymore. She
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howls like a storm cresting over the ocean, drowning out the sound
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of the human government’s tanks firing their first volley over the
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battlefield. She lunges at Gamzee’s catastrophic face lips-first,
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and practically dives into his mouth, ramming her tongue into his
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lewd, gaping maw like she’s questing for prizes at a carnival. They
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roll over each other, groping, tearing, tongue-lashing, and vanish
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into the underbrush.</p>
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<p>Gamzee’s unwashed stench is so bad, the motion of him being
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knocked into the dirt wafts it in John’s direction. The stink hits
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him like an olfactory haymaker, and he does a full 180 to dry heave
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into the impact crater.</p>
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<p>Mercifully, John’s attention is caught by someone calling his
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name from above. He has never felt so grateful for an excuse to
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look away from anything in his life.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
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<p class="rose">ROSE: John, up here!</p>
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<p class="rose">ROSE: I need to speak with you!</p>
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