Death Of A Betrayer

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Dominica had never been fully okay with companionship. In fact, she often found herself attempting to kill her companions in confused betrayal. She had been planning to kill her new friends for a while now, as she slowly became sickened by their personalities. Their awful companionship. Their love. This time it wouldn't be on accident, she wouldn't have second thoughts, regrets. She'd be rid of them, and how much they trusted her, and how much they made her want to vomit.

 What Dominica didn't know is that, in fact, they didn't trust her. The younger of her 2 companions, the short dark elf with the ash black hair, Vriska, she had never trusted her. Vriska felt torment as her closest friend fell prey to this evil, demented parrot girl. She could never bring herself to leave Olivia alone when Dominica was around. She came off as needy and desperate at times, purposefully tripping herself or asking Olivia to "come, see this," but she didn't care.

 This time, Vriska was sound asleep, and it seemed like she couldn't pull Olivia away. Dominica thought of her like a child, never actually trying to drive mistrust into Olivia. She knew now was the time. 

 Olivia sat on the pavement outside her tailor shop in Alras, by the sleeping Vriska. She yawned, and almost fell asleep, when Dominica turned the corner.

 "Hey."

Olivia jumped.

 "Can I talk to you? It's important." Underneath her cloak, Dominica wrapped her fingers around the spike knife, so focused on Olivia's innocent and trusting face she didn't notice Vriska stir, her eye flutter open and look at her. Olivia stood, and walked over to her with a nod, and Dominica led her down the alley.

 Vriska sat up, peering down the narrow street cloaked in darkness. She cursed the fact she had gotten used to sleeping at night, and not day, and cautiously stood up to follow them. She heard low murmuring as she slipped off her shoes and tiptoed, hiking up her long blue dress so as to not trip. She stayed a good 20 feet away from them, hand on her sheathed scimitar, waiting and listening in the dark.

 "I think we should move. Maybe to an elven town?" Dominica began, slowly cornering Olivia against a building.

 "I work here, and Me and Vriska-"Olivia was stopped by Dominica's long sigh.

 "Do you ever think about yourself? How happy you would be on your own, maybe surrounded by people like you?" Dominica paused, taking a breath. " They'd be less racist. Nobody would call you Darkie, or scum. That's always a plus."

 "What about you? They'd be racist against you. You're human."Dominica scowled as she said this.

 The conversation turned into an argument, and Vriska took a few steps forward. A shout emerged from Dominica as she pulled out her spike knife.

 Vriska sprinted towards Dominica, pulling out her scimitar and aiming a strike for her neck. Before Dominica could process the sound of an unsheathing sword, the Scimitar met with her flesh.

 Olivia watched in horror as the events unfolded, meeting near death and then watching her assailant fall, and she shivered with disgust and fear as she watched blood drip from Vriska's Scimitar. She couldn't look at Dominica's body, not in her right mind, when she knew her head had been fully severed.

 Vriska began to cry, and sobbing hiccups filled the alleyway. Olivia took her hand and led  her away, heart thumping like a drum. They never looked back.

((Dominica is perma-dead and I will probably never bring her back. Bye!))

((Edit: I might bring her back actually, If I find a way to make her character not suck. Keeping her in my signature because she looks cool.))

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