Shoot From the Hip, Aim For the Head
You Scared Yet?!
I was outside, waiting for Ӓllur to return with Party. Kobra was over in the shade with Amber still talking about nothing, Jet was with some of the younger Killjoys playing with some weird puppies that couldn’t be related to the canine family. I stood leaned up against the wall to our hotel. Watching over the ends of the Strip, waiting for any sign of them returning. I looked back over to Amber and Kobra; they were still sitting there laughing. Once again that idea came up, maybe Dawn was right. They did look cute together.
I moved from my position against the wall, over to where Jet was watching a younger Killjoy trying to climb on top of the giant mother dog…thing. “What are these things?” I picked up a puppy and its two snake like tongues fell out on the side of it mouth, its split tail wagging back and forth.
“They’re just Hounds. Wild dogs that were infected with a chemical spill during the bombs.” Jet took the puppy from me setting it back down on the ground carefully.
“You looking forward to seeing Party again?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m just…nervous, I guess. I’ve heard rumors from some people today. Just…I’m afraid, you know? Like, what was so bad that he couldn’t make it home last night?” I kneeled down by Jet, petting the dogs as they came up to sniff me. The mother was still being messed with by the younger Killjoys while she tried to keep an eye on her pups.
“I get it. He’ll be fine, Ghoul. You know Party, stubborn ass most of the time.” I laughed; Party had been getting pretty stubborn with the enemy. Throwing more insults at them then answers. He just didn’t seem to care as much anymore. He knew there was nothing they could say that would make him crack. Nothing they could do to make him fess up. “Anyways, I’m more concerned over Kobra and Amber sucking face when I’m trying to sleep.”
I froze. “Wh-what!? Kobra and Amber, they’ve been-…No fucking way!”
“Yes way. Amber has been sleeping with Kobra sense yesterday. They’ve been holding hands, laughing, smirking. He’s been doing the usual Mikeyway flirting which has been working, seeing as last night they were making-out in bed.” Jet just shrugged as I stared at him in disbelief. I looked back at Kobra and Amber; Amber was pointing at someone, whispering in Kobra’s ear. Kobra was holding onto his stomach laughing, his face was all squashed up so I started to look around trying to figure out who they were talking about.
I patted Jet on the shoulder, standing up walking over to where the two new lovers sat. However my walk was cut short, because like the snake he is Skratch slithered out of his hole and out into the open; dragging Dawn right along with him. Followed shortly after Shepherd showed up, walking over to Amber and Kobra. Amber’s mood changed on the spot. Her eyes got real dark, her fangs starting to show their place in the row of her white teeth. They were yelling at each other. Amber standing up to go right against him, despite the few inch difference.
Then I saw him, Ӓllur. His famous hood still covering his face, but he carried a mound of blankets in his arms, a red stain showing through the fabric. I looked back at Jet who was now standing watching as Ӓllur came closer. That’s when the screams started. Shepherd and Amber were no longer yelling at each other, but she was now trying to keep Kobra up. Time seemed to slow as Ӓllur came closer holding that bundle of blankets, Kobra on the ground screaming as a number of Killjoys raced to his aid.
I stood there, unsure of which way to run. Voices were filling my head and I wasn’t sure which way to go. Kobra was right there, a number of people trying to help him, and then there was the Assassin caring Party – my beloved Party Poison. I closed my eyes for a minute hoping the answer would come behind my closed eyelids. That the answer would maliciously appear.
“What the fuck did you do to me?!” That it did. I opened my eyes to see Kobra struggling back to his feet. He was yelling at the Shepherd, pushing Amber and the other Killjoys away, insisting he could stand on his own. “Where’s Party? What the hell is going on?!”
“Kobra, you’re not alright. Just relax! Party is going to be alright!” I heard Amber telling him, trying to calm Kobra down from lunging at Shepherd.
“Like shit he’s going to be alright! Either of them!”
“Shut the fuck up! You have no room to talk right now!” Kobra snapped back getting a chuckle from the Shepherd.
“Aww, Skratch, look at this! Little Mikey is gonna fight back!” Skratch was standing next to Shepherd now, laughing down at Kobra.
“Don’t call me that!” Kobra was starting to flood out his emotions. Obviously rage and hate towards these guys was winning.
Amber stood up then in defense of Kobra, “Guys, leave him alone alright? He doesn’t need to put up with your shit!”
“Shut up bitch!” Skratch’s voice still sounded like a snake’s, except now it was the snake striking out. Not so much a hiss, but the sound a snake makes once it strikes out at its prey, fangs baring venom. “And, why can’t we call you Mikey? It’s your name right? Mikey Way, or as I recall ‘the unicorn lover’!” Skratch could barely get the sentence out as he started laughing on Shepherd’s shoulder.
“It was a joke! From before the war! I never actually-” Kobra knew he was cornered. If it was just him and one or the other, he could probably deal. However he had a demon and snake clawing and snapping back at him and no one dared to intervene.
“You actually made-out with this joke Amber?! Wow, stooping low to get your lay!” Skratch started laughing harder as Shepherd spoke, “And you said I was downgrading!”
“Zed-“ Amber tried to speak up.
“Honestly, you trade me in for this vanilla slut? This cockwhore, this motherfucking cock sucker? What sense is in that?!” Zed’s voice was cold and deadly. He had Amber and Kobra where he wanted them, and this wasn’t going to end well.
“Zed, please-” Amber tried again. Kobra sat on the ground doing his best to hold back the tears.
Shepherd went on with the insults, “You’re gonna fuck this fruit?! Like shit, yeah he’ll pleasure you!”
“Tell us if he passes the centimeter line!” Skratch added on, still laughing his ass off over Kobra’s lack of retaliation.
“Zed, Skratch, please just stop!”
“Fuck you bitch, we’re just getting started!” Zed’s attention switched back to Amber, staring her down till her mouth shut, and then went back to Kobra. “Skratch, I’ll bet you twenty bottles that Mikey Way, over here, missed Party the most.”
“Seems legit, seeing as what we both know must be true.” Skratch stopped laughing and faced Kobra, smirking that twisted snake smirk.
“And what do we know? Please tell me Skratch!” Shepherd sounded like a little kid, lightly tugging on Skratch’s arm.
“But you say it so well Zed!”
“Alright, fine!” Shepherd smirked, leaning in closer to Kobra, voice going lower, calmer than its previse pitch. “Fine, I’ll tell ya why he missed his brother so much…Cuz little Mikey here missed getting fucked. Ain’t that it Mikey? You missed your big brother shoving his dick up your ass?” Shepherd started to laugh, but the joke didn’t last long. Kobra pulled his fist back, yelling at Shepherd as his fist collided with the side of Zed’s face. Everyone was taken slightly back when Kobra followed suit, pouncing on Zed, knocking him to the ground landing punch after punch on him.
“Kobra! Zedaphilia! Knock it off you two! Now! Our brother is bleeding, and I don’t believe I’d be the only one disappointed to see him die! I will not allow another child to die in my arms! Grow up and get over yourselves!” Ӓllur moved the blanket, revealing Party’s face that was almost ghost white. Now that he was closer I could really see the blood stains, I could see Party panting, holding on to what was left of his life. There was a thud, and everyone turned to see Kobra passed out on top of Shepherd but not another word was spoken.
Jet and I aided Kobra, lifting him up a bit, letting Zed roll out from under him, and followed them into a small bunker. Kobra slowly began to wake back up, slurring out a ‘motherfucker’ from between clenched teeth. The hallway was dark and tight squeeze going three wide. However the room we eventually entered was large, and stuffed to the gill with dead Dracs. Bloody handprints on the walls, a weird cross placed against the far wall outlined in blood and light up with candles. Zed turned to face us, a fucking grin planted on his face that would’ve made the Joker choke back his own.
“Welcome to my room.”
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I moved from my position against the wall, over to where Jet was watching a younger Killjoy trying to climb on top of the giant mother dog…thing. “What are these things?” I picked up a puppy and its two snake like tongues fell out on the side of it mouth, its split tail wagging back and forth.
“They’re just Hounds. Wild dogs that were infected with a chemical spill during the bombs.” Jet took the puppy from me setting it back down on the ground carefully.
“You looking forward to seeing Party again?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m just…nervous, I guess. I’ve heard rumors from some people today. Just…I’m afraid, you know? Like, what was so bad that he couldn’t make it home last night?” I kneeled down by Jet, petting the dogs as they came up to sniff me. The mother was still being messed with by the younger Killjoys while she tried to keep an eye on her pups.
“I get it. He’ll be fine, Ghoul. You know Party, stubborn ass most of the time.” I laughed; Party had been getting pretty stubborn with the enemy. Throwing more insults at them then answers. He just didn’t seem to care as much anymore. He knew there was nothing they could say that would make him crack. Nothing they could do to make him fess up. “Anyways, I’m more concerned over Kobra and Amber sucking face when I’m trying to sleep.”
I froze. “Wh-what!? Kobra and Amber, they’ve been-…No fucking way!”
“Yes way. Amber has been sleeping with Kobra sense yesterday. They’ve been holding hands, laughing, smirking. He’s been doing the usual Mikeyway flirting which has been working, seeing as last night they were making-out in bed.” Jet just shrugged as I stared at him in disbelief. I looked back at Kobra and Amber; Amber was pointing at someone, whispering in Kobra’s ear. Kobra was holding onto his stomach laughing, his face was all squashed up so I started to look around trying to figure out who they were talking about.
I patted Jet on the shoulder, standing up walking over to where the two new lovers sat. However my walk was cut short, because like the snake he is Skratch slithered out of his hole and out into the open; dragging Dawn right along with him. Followed shortly after Shepherd showed up, walking over to Amber and Kobra. Amber’s mood changed on the spot. Her eyes got real dark, her fangs starting to show their place in the row of her white teeth. They were yelling at each other. Amber standing up to go right against him, despite the few inch difference.
Then I saw him, Ӓllur. His famous hood still covering his face, but he carried a mound of blankets in his arms, a red stain showing through the fabric. I looked back at Jet who was now standing watching as Ӓllur came closer. That’s when the screams started. Shepherd and Amber were no longer yelling at each other, but she was now trying to keep Kobra up. Time seemed to slow as Ӓllur came closer holding that bundle of blankets, Kobra on the ground screaming as a number of Killjoys raced to his aid.
I stood there, unsure of which way to run. Voices were filling my head and I wasn’t sure which way to go. Kobra was right there, a number of people trying to help him, and then there was the Assassin caring Party – my beloved Party Poison. I closed my eyes for a minute hoping the answer would come behind my closed eyelids. That the answer would maliciously appear.
“What the fuck did you do to me?!” That it did. I opened my eyes to see Kobra struggling back to his feet. He was yelling at the Shepherd, pushing Amber and the other Killjoys away, insisting he could stand on his own. “Where’s Party? What the hell is going on?!”
“Kobra, you’re not alright. Just relax! Party is going to be alright!” I heard Amber telling him, trying to calm Kobra down from lunging at Shepherd.
“Like shit he’s going to be alright! Either of them!”
“Shut the fuck up! You have no room to talk right now!” Kobra snapped back getting a chuckle from the Shepherd.
“Aww, Skratch, look at this! Little Mikey is gonna fight back!” Skratch was standing next to Shepherd now, laughing down at Kobra.
“Don’t call me that!” Kobra was starting to flood out his emotions. Obviously rage and hate towards these guys was winning.
Amber stood up then in defense of Kobra, “Guys, leave him alone alright? He doesn’t need to put up with your shit!”
“Shut up bitch!” Skratch’s voice still sounded like a snake’s, except now it was the snake striking out. Not so much a hiss, but the sound a snake makes once it strikes out at its prey, fangs baring venom. “And, why can’t we call you Mikey? It’s your name right? Mikey Way, or as I recall ‘the unicorn lover’!” Skratch could barely get the sentence out as he started laughing on Shepherd’s shoulder.
“It was a joke! From before the war! I never actually-” Kobra knew he was cornered. If it was just him and one or the other, he could probably deal. However he had a demon and snake clawing and snapping back at him and no one dared to intervene.
“You actually made-out with this joke Amber?! Wow, stooping low to get your lay!” Skratch started laughing harder as Shepherd spoke, “And you said I was downgrading!”
“Zed-“ Amber tried to speak up.
“Honestly, you trade me in for this vanilla slut? This cockwhore, this motherfucking cock sucker? What sense is in that?!” Zed’s voice was cold and deadly. He had Amber and Kobra where he wanted them, and this wasn’t going to end well.
“Zed, please-” Amber tried again. Kobra sat on the ground doing his best to hold back the tears.
Shepherd went on with the insults, “You’re gonna fuck this fruit?! Like shit, yeah he’ll pleasure you!”
“Tell us if he passes the centimeter line!” Skratch added on, still laughing his ass off over Kobra’s lack of retaliation.
“Zed, Skratch, please just stop!”
“Fuck you bitch, we’re just getting started!” Zed’s attention switched back to Amber, staring her down till her mouth shut, and then went back to Kobra. “Skratch, I’ll bet you twenty bottles that Mikey Way, over here, missed Party the most.”
“Seems legit, seeing as what we both know must be true.” Skratch stopped laughing and faced Kobra, smirking that twisted snake smirk.
“And what do we know? Please tell me Skratch!” Shepherd sounded like a little kid, lightly tugging on Skratch’s arm.
“But you say it so well Zed!”
“Alright, fine!” Shepherd smirked, leaning in closer to Kobra, voice going lower, calmer than its previse pitch. “Fine, I’ll tell ya why he missed his brother so much…Cuz little Mikey here missed getting fucked. Ain’t that it Mikey? You missed your big brother shoving his dick up your ass?” Shepherd started to laugh, but the joke didn’t last long. Kobra pulled his fist back, yelling at Shepherd as his fist collided with the side of Zed’s face. Everyone was taken slightly back when Kobra followed suit, pouncing on Zed, knocking him to the ground landing punch after punch on him.
“Kobra! Zedaphilia! Knock it off you two! Now! Our brother is bleeding, and I don’t believe I’d be the only one disappointed to see him die! I will not allow another child to die in my arms! Grow up and get over yourselves!” Ӓllur moved the blanket, revealing Party’s face that was almost ghost white. Now that he was closer I could really see the blood stains, I could see Party panting, holding on to what was left of his life. There was a thud, and everyone turned to see Kobra passed out on top of Shepherd but not another word was spoken.
Jet and I aided Kobra, lifting him up a bit, letting Zed roll out from under him, and followed them into a small bunker. Kobra slowly began to wake back up, slurring out a ‘motherfucker’ from between clenched teeth. The hallway was dark and tight squeeze going three wide. However the room we eventually entered was large, and stuffed to the gill with dead Dracs. Bloody handprints on the walls, a weird cross placed against the far wall outlined in blood and light up with candles. Zed turned to face us, a fucking grin planted on his face that would’ve made the Joker choke back his own.
“Welcome to my room.”
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12/26/12