The Darkheart Killjoy
Because The Only Hope For Me Is You
A few days had passed since the original incident and Kyra swore she was indeed going mad. Not only did she now have the same nightmare every night, she kept hearing the same words spin round her head just as she woke up.
The Darkheart Killjoy.
If that wasn’t enough for the poor girl to deal with, the other day she swore she saw Megan (Marrisa’s sister who also disappeared), run past her outside college, she had followed, for as long as she could, but the girl she had thought she was certain had been Megan, had disappeared into a crowd of students, but even that idea was impossible. Megan and Marrisa were dead. That is what she'd resigned herself too, losing her bestfriend to death would be easier than knowing that she had chosen to leave with no goodbyes. Yes. They where both dead. That was reality.
So later that week Kyra decided to take a detour on the way home, and before she knew what she was doing, she was peering into the window of one of the many better living pharmacy’s. Today she was going to go in there, and sort out her madness once and for all. Taking a deep breath to steady her shaking hand, she slowly went towards the door, when suddenly a brown leather covered hand went over her mouth and pulled her away.
Kyra was pulled into an unfamiliar alley kicking and hitting and biting and scratching, just trying in vain, anything to get the stranger off of her. With terrifying speed his other arm wrapped around her body; she was now unable to move.
“Please be quiet! I’m not going to hurt you; I just needed to get you away from that place unnoticed. Okay?”, She immediately recognised that voice, the deep silkiness of it, the way it could mesmerize her in seconds. It was him.
She quickly nodded desperate to turn and see her captor. Slowly and cautiously he removed his hands and let her go. Turning around Kyra found herself starring into a pair of deep chocolate eyes. The familiar stranger just stared back, he seemed to be inspecting her oddly coloured violet iris's. Slowly, eyes still locked together, the man bent down so slightly down so they where now face to face. Kyra felt his breath on her cheek, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Why?” he asked breathlessly
“Why did you go to that pharmacy? By the looks of things you obviously don’t trust them, so why did you want to go in?”
“I... I just... I... don’t know” Kyra stuttered, She just couldn’t take it anymore, she didn’t care that she had just spoken to this man for the first time, She felt like she could trust him, Like she'd known him for years. Plus, she knew that if she didn’t tell anyone soon she would burst, or she would actually just go insane
. “I just, I can’t handle this anymore. It's too much, Riss... Megan... The school. You. Them. All of it. The dreams. Dracs. The Darkheart Killjoy, then Megan appearing and leaving again. The same damn nightmare every night” tears slowly trickled down her face as she tripped over her words in the rush to get them out,
"My brother..." Kyra stopped herself at the mention of her brother, realising how crazy she must have sounded
“I don't mean to be rude, but I really can’t keep up" he said, trying to sound positive, although a flicker in his dark eyes gave away his façade
“It's, just... everything.” She sighed, feeling better having said the whole version just once...
The kind man just smiled for a second
“My name’s Kobra Kid by the way” Kyra looked at him wearily, Kobra Kid, what parent names their son Kobra Kid? Kobra kid picked up on Kyra’s confused face and laughed
“That's not my real name. Obviously." He dropped his voice to a low whisper, placing his lips close to her ear
"Truth is it's Mikey, Mikey Way, but you can’t call me that or tell anyone okay?” He finished, raising his head again,
“Umm okay sure. Oh and my name is...” She began, still breathless from having his lips so close to her,
“Kyra. Yeah, I know”
“But how did you..?” she was dumbfounded
“A pretty girl like you, how could I not notice you and, well, I like to do research when something catches my eye" Kyra’s cheeks felt even warmer as blood began to rush to her cheeks at what felt like 900 Mp/h.
“You look like you’ve been through a lot. I’ve got a bit of spare time on my hands. Do you want to go to town with me and get a coffee?” Slowly Mikey extended his hand. She hesitated for a second, glancing down at his, noticing the lines of dirt and deeply embeded scratches and scars, she gasped quietly before grabbing it. She’d never been into town before, her brother told her it was dangerous, but something about this Kobra Kid. About Mikey. Made her feel so... Safe.
“Oh one sec.” He said then he took a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket and placed them over her eyes
“Honestly I love you eyes. If I had a choice, I'd leave them be, there just so... striking and mesmerising, but I don’t want you to get caught.”
“I don’t understand.” She murmured, reaching up with her free hand, stroking the warm metal frames, Why would her eyes give her away? Yes violet wasn’t a normal colour but its not like they where special or anything. It was normal for certain humans to have mutations, after the great chemical battle in the Third World War. Often it was just hair, and nail colour that was affected, take Marissa’s purple hair as an example. However, Kyra was yet to notice someone with mutated eyes.
“Don’t worry about it” he smiled before pulling her hand away.
The Darkheart Killjoy.
If that wasn’t enough for the poor girl to deal with, the other day she swore she saw Megan (Marrisa’s sister who also disappeared), run past her outside college, she had followed, for as long as she could, but the girl she had thought she was certain had been Megan, had disappeared into a crowd of students, but even that idea was impossible. Megan and Marrisa were dead. That is what she'd resigned herself too, losing her bestfriend to death would be easier than knowing that she had chosen to leave with no goodbyes. Yes. They where both dead. That was reality.
So later that week Kyra decided to take a detour on the way home, and before she knew what she was doing, she was peering into the window of one of the many better living pharmacy’s. Today she was going to go in there, and sort out her madness once and for all. Taking a deep breath to steady her shaking hand, she slowly went towards the door, when suddenly a brown leather covered hand went over her mouth and pulled her away.
Kyra was pulled into an unfamiliar alley kicking and hitting and biting and scratching, just trying in vain, anything to get the stranger off of her. With terrifying speed his other arm wrapped around her body; she was now unable to move.
“Please be quiet! I’m not going to hurt you; I just needed to get you away from that place unnoticed. Okay?”, She immediately recognised that voice, the deep silkiness of it, the way it could mesmerize her in seconds. It was him.
She quickly nodded desperate to turn and see her captor. Slowly and cautiously he removed his hands and let her go. Turning around Kyra found herself starring into a pair of deep chocolate eyes. The familiar stranger just stared back, he seemed to be inspecting her oddly coloured violet iris's. Slowly, eyes still locked together, the man bent down so slightly down so they where now face to face. Kyra felt his breath on her cheek, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Why?” he asked breathlessly
“Why did you go to that pharmacy? By the looks of things you obviously don’t trust them, so why did you want to go in?”
“I... I just... I... don’t know” Kyra stuttered, She just couldn’t take it anymore, she didn’t care that she had just spoken to this man for the first time, She felt like she could trust him, Like she'd known him for years. Plus, she knew that if she didn’t tell anyone soon she would burst, or she would actually just go insane
. “I just, I can’t handle this anymore. It's too much, Riss... Megan... The school. You. Them. All of it. The dreams. Dracs. The Darkheart Killjoy, then Megan appearing and leaving again. The same damn nightmare every night” tears slowly trickled down her face as she tripped over her words in the rush to get them out,
"My brother..." Kyra stopped herself at the mention of her brother, realising how crazy she must have sounded
“I don't mean to be rude, but I really can’t keep up" he said, trying to sound positive, although a flicker in his dark eyes gave away his façade
“It's, just... everything.” She sighed, feeling better having said the whole version just once...
The kind man just smiled for a second
“My name’s Kobra Kid by the way” Kyra looked at him wearily, Kobra Kid, what parent names their son Kobra Kid? Kobra kid picked up on Kyra’s confused face and laughed
“That's not my real name. Obviously." He dropped his voice to a low whisper, placing his lips close to her ear
"Truth is it's Mikey, Mikey Way, but you can’t call me that or tell anyone okay?” He finished, raising his head again,
“Umm okay sure. Oh and my name is...” She began, still breathless from having his lips so close to her,
“Kyra. Yeah, I know”
“But how did you..?” she was dumbfounded
“A pretty girl like you, how could I not notice you and, well, I like to do research when something catches my eye" Kyra’s cheeks felt even warmer as blood began to rush to her cheeks at what felt like 900 Mp/h.
“You look like you’ve been through a lot. I’ve got a bit of spare time on my hands. Do you want to go to town with me and get a coffee?” Slowly Mikey extended his hand. She hesitated for a second, glancing down at his, noticing the lines of dirt and deeply embeded scratches and scars, she gasped quietly before grabbing it. She’d never been into town before, her brother told her it was dangerous, but something about this Kobra Kid. About Mikey. Made her feel so... Safe.
“Oh one sec.” He said then he took a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket and placed them over her eyes
“Honestly I love you eyes. If I had a choice, I'd leave them be, there just so... striking and mesmerising, but I don’t want you to get caught.”
“I don’t understand.” She murmured, reaching up with her free hand, stroking the warm metal frames, Why would her eyes give her away? Yes violet wasn’t a normal colour but its not like they where special or anything. It was normal for certain humans to have mutations, after the great chemical battle in the Third World War. Often it was just hair, and nail colour that was affected, take Marissa’s purple hair as an example. However, Kyra was yet to notice someone with mutated eyes.
“Don’t worry about it” he smiled before pulling her hand away.
