Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)
Chapter 13: You're running after something that you'll never kill
Kobra
I woke up to a splitting headache. “Kobra… how do you feel?” I was extremely disoriented. “Can you open your eyes?” I twitched my fingers and my eyes fluttered open. A flashlight shone over me. “Follow the light.” I followed the annoying beam until it disappeared.
Who am I?
I tried to move, but my body was paralyzed. My nerves were shot.
“You might be experiencing a sort of withdrawal symptom. Does something feel off?” “My head…”
I heard him say: a-ha, and move.
The door opened.
“Dr. D… where are the guys?” “They went out. You shouldn’t be in here Missle Kid.” “How’s Kobra?” “He’s doing better.”
A snore from somewhere in the room.
“I came to get Pony.” “Feel free to kick him if you like.”
I muffled thud.
“Get up! I’m hungry!” A groan. “I wonder if Party would miss you.” “Pleeeease Pony.” “Fine.”
My heartbeat accelerated and somewhere, a beeping began. “Kobra… calm down… Missle Kid. Get me that flask.” There were feet running and a small prick in my arm. A bad feeling had begun to grow in my chest. I needed something… badly. A man’s voice echoed in my mind, and I longed for it even more. I felt that if I didn’t get it… I would die.
“Kobra… tell me what’s wrong.” “I WANT IT!” “Pony. Get me the sedate.” They injected it into me and I began to fight against the sleepiness.
All the feelings fell on me. Regret, despair… pain… I longed for what would take them all away… but what was it? “Please… make them go away…” “Dr. D… is he okay?” “Be quiet, Pony.”
Party Poison
80… 90… 100… 150 miles per hour and steadily going up. “Party! Slow down!” I could only thing three things: my killjoys… my brother...and Pink. My foot felt like lead. “Slow down! You’re going to get us killed!”
I lifted my foot off the accelerator when we reached 200. We were going so fast, everything was a blur. I had spaced out again. “We’re going to the closest lab and grabbing all the drugs we can get our hands on.”
The killjoys nodded. No questions asked. A moment of silence. All that could be heard was the purring of the engine. Then, I spoke.
“Guys… I can’t keep doing this.” Laughs at first. Then, they quieted down when they saw that I was serious. Ray was the first to speak. “Party! That’s crazy! Where would you go? If we settle down anywhere they’ll tie us up and drug us! What happened to your family will happen again!”
I heard Fun Ghoul nudge him. Hard.
Mom…dad… I clutched the steering wheel tighter.
“Party… I’m sorry. I went too far.”
“No you’re right. We can’t stop running. Never mind what I said. It was stupid.”
The car was at 80 now. We were able to see the Zone 4 sign as we passed by. It was full of holes. Just like I felt. I took a deep breath and pushed all my feelings down. I was a leader. No feelings. No favorites. I looked at the rear-view mirror. Dracs.
I dropped the guys off at the factory and began to drive around in circles. In a few minutes they came out. Grinning, and with a whole army on their tails. “Shotgun!” Fun Ghoul screamed, jumping into the front seat. Jet rolled his eyes and got in the back. We were off again. I looked back to see Ray struggling with something big and bulky. “What’s that?” I asked. “A present for the doctor” he said, grinning.
Dr. Death
Finally, Kobra was asleep. His heartbeat was back to normal. I looked over to Pink. She was getting worse. Poison. Pony wiped her forehead and she shivered. If I only knew which kind it was… we wouldn’t have enough time to try all the remedies. Hopefully, Party would come back with the right bottle. Hopefully. The struggling and air loss had made it worse for her.
Missle Kid rushed in. “Dracs!”
Pony lowered the volume of the machines and we stayed as quiet as mice. If they thought we weren’t home, they would probably leave.
They came in. we could hear them tiptoeing, trying to be silent… but our trained ears heard their every move. In that moment, Pink began to mumble in her sleep. Pony ran over to her and put a hand over her mouth. We heard a door creak. They were looking inside the rooms. I signaled to Missle Kid. She took Pony’s place.
We weren’t in the best situation. Two down… two unable to fight. Pony would have to fend them off.
Jet Star
Party hated driving slow. And that was a fact. Anything below 90 was “slow” for him.
He reached over to turn on the radio. All that could be heard, was empty static. He frowned and looked at the sky. Yes… Dr. D was on at this time. He changed the station. Nothing. Panic began to fill the air as party floored it again.
It would take us at least fifteen minutes to make it to the café. Even at top speed. Even if something was happening, we wouldn’t be able to get there in time. I could hear Party’s unspoken words: “If they find him, they’ll hurt him again.”
No need to ask who HE was.
“Party.” A whisper coming from the radio. Party turned up the volume. He wasn’t looking at the road anymore, but we weren’t nervous. Party could drive with a blindfold on through a city. “Party… there are dracs here. They’re in your room.”
Our fears were confirmed. The sign to Zone five zoomed by so fast I nearly missed it. I saw the needle on the meter tremble. “Party… don’t force it!” his knuckles were tight and white on the steering wheel. In about what seemed an eternity, the café came into view. Party jumped out of the car and I went into the driver’s seat. No way was he going to drive around this time.
I locked the doors and pulled a bag on my lap. I pawed through them, looking at the names… hoping for something helpful. The labels made me gag. Most of them said things like: “Be happy” and “Never feel again”.
I separated what looked promising.
Fun Ghoul
They were everywhere. Trashing and throwing things out from Party’s room. As soon as we came in, the focused on us. We shot our way through a crowd, but more kept coming. Wood broke. A scream. Party shot a drac that was trying to take Missle Kid. A ray simmered on my skin. I moved faster.
I looked up just in time to see Agent Cherri come up from the basement with a cup of coffee. She saw the image before her and threw the cup away. Pony also joined us. Four versus… what… fifty?
“What do you fucking want from us?!” I screamed as I killed drac after drac after drac.
A draculoid grabbed my arm and squeezed it. “Frank.” He took off his mask. I knew this guy from training. “Help us!” he said, putting both his hands together.
“What do you mean help you? You’re trying to kill us!”
“Korse has gone mad!”
“NO KIDDING.”
“If we fail… he’ll kill us… Frank… I don’t wanna die!”
“But why? Why does he want us so bad?”
“You’re the last ones.”
“The last ones?”
“The last of the resistance. They’re all DEAD!."
I woke up to a splitting headache. “Kobra… how do you feel?” I was extremely disoriented. “Can you open your eyes?” I twitched my fingers and my eyes fluttered open. A flashlight shone over me. “Follow the light.” I followed the annoying beam until it disappeared.
Who am I?
I tried to move, but my body was paralyzed. My nerves were shot.
“You might be experiencing a sort of withdrawal symptom. Does something feel off?” “My head…”
I heard him say: a-ha, and move.
The door opened.
“Dr. D… where are the guys?” “They went out. You shouldn’t be in here Missle Kid.” “How’s Kobra?” “He’s doing better.”
A snore from somewhere in the room.
“I came to get Pony.” “Feel free to kick him if you like.”
I muffled thud.
“Get up! I’m hungry!” A groan. “I wonder if Party would miss you.” “Pleeeease Pony.” “Fine.”
My heartbeat accelerated and somewhere, a beeping began. “Kobra… calm down… Missle Kid. Get me that flask.” There were feet running and a small prick in my arm. A bad feeling had begun to grow in my chest. I needed something… badly. A man’s voice echoed in my mind, and I longed for it even more. I felt that if I didn’t get it… I would die.
“Kobra… tell me what’s wrong.” “I WANT IT!” “Pony. Get me the sedate.” They injected it into me and I began to fight against the sleepiness.
All the feelings fell on me. Regret, despair… pain… I longed for what would take them all away… but what was it? “Please… make them go away…” “Dr. D… is he okay?” “Be quiet, Pony.”
Party Poison
80… 90… 100… 150 miles per hour and steadily going up. “Party! Slow down!” I could only thing three things: my killjoys… my brother...and Pink. My foot felt like lead. “Slow down! You’re going to get us killed!”
I lifted my foot off the accelerator when we reached 200. We were going so fast, everything was a blur. I had spaced out again. “We’re going to the closest lab and grabbing all the drugs we can get our hands on.”
The killjoys nodded. No questions asked. A moment of silence. All that could be heard was the purring of the engine. Then, I spoke.
“Guys… I can’t keep doing this.” Laughs at first. Then, they quieted down when they saw that I was serious. Ray was the first to speak. “Party! That’s crazy! Where would you go? If we settle down anywhere they’ll tie us up and drug us! What happened to your family will happen again!”
I heard Fun Ghoul nudge him. Hard.
Mom…dad… I clutched the steering wheel tighter.
“Party… I’m sorry. I went too far.”
“No you’re right. We can’t stop running. Never mind what I said. It was stupid.”
The car was at 80 now. We were able to see the Zone 4 sign as we passed by. It was full of holes. Just like I felt. I took a deep breath and pushed all my feelings down. I was a leader. No feelings. No favorites. I looked at the rear-view mirror. Dracs.
I dropped the guys off at the factory and began to drive around in circles. In a few minutes they came out. Grinning, and with a whole army on their tails. “Shotgun!” Fun Ghoul screamed, jumping into the front seat. Jet rolled his eyes and got in the back. We were off again. I looked back to see Ray struggling with something big and bulky. “What’s that?” I asked. “A present for the doctor” he said, grinning.
Dr. Death
Finally, Kobra was asleep. His heartbeat was back to normal. I looked over to Pink. She was getting worse. Poison. Pony wiped her forehead and she shivered. If I only knew which kind it was… we wouldn’t have enough time to try all the remedies. Hopefully, Party would come back with the right bottle. Hopefully. The struggling and air loss had made it worse for her.
Missle Kid rushed in. “Dracs!”
Pony lowered the volume of the machines and we stayed as quiet as mice. If they thought we weren’t home, they would probably leave.
They came in. we could hear them tiptoeing, trying to be silent… but our trained ears heard their every move. In that moment, Pink began to mumble in her sleep. Pony ran over to her and put a hand over her mouth. We heard a door creak. They were looking inside the rooms. I signaled to Missle Kid. She took Pony’s place.
We weren’t in the best situation. Two down… two unable to fight. Pony would have to fend them off.
Jet Star
Party hated driving slow. And that was a fact. Anything below 90 was “slow” for him.
He reached over to turn on the radio. All that could be heard, was empty static. He frowned and looked at the sky. Yes… Dr. D was on at this time. He changed the station. Nothing. Panic began to fill the air as party floored it again.
It would take us at least fifteen minutes to make it to the café. Even at top speed. Even if something was happening, we wouldn’t be able to get there in time. I could hear Party’s unspoken words: “If they find him, they’ll hurt him again.”
No need to ask who HE was.
“Party.” A whisper coming from the radio. Party turned up the volume. He wasn’t looking at the road anymore, but we weren’t nervous. Party could drive with a blindfold on through a city. “Party… there are dracs here. They’re in your room.”
Our fears were confirmed. The sign to Zone five zoomed by so fast I nearly missed it. I saw the needle on the meter tremble. “Party… don’t force it!” his knuckles were tight and white on the steering wheel. In about what seemed an eternity, the café came into view. Party jumped out of the car and I went into the driver’s seat. No way was he going to drive around this time.
I locked the doors and pulled a bag on my lap. I pawed through them, looking at the names… hoping for something helpful. The labels made me gag. Most of them said things like: “Be happy” and “Never feel again”.
I separated what looked promising.
Fun Ghoul
They were everywhere. Trashing and throwing things out from Party’s room. As soon as we came in, the focused on us. We shot our way through a crowd, but more kept coming. Wood broke. A scream. Party shot a drac that was trying to take Missle Kid. A ray simmered on my skin. I moved faster.
I looked up just in time to see Agent Cherri come up from the basement with a cup of coffee. She saw the image before her and threw the cup away. Pony also joined us. Four versus… what… fifty?
“What do you fucking want from us?!” I screamed as I killed drac after drac after drac.
A draculoid grabbed my arm and squeezed it. “Frank.” He took off his mask. I knew this guy from training. “Help us!” he said, putting both his hands together.
“What do you mean help you? You’re trying to kill us!”
“Korse has gone mad!”
“NO KIDDING.”
“If we fail… he’ll kill us… Frank… I don’t wanna die!”
“But why? Why does he want us so bad?”
“You’re the last ones.”
“The last ones?”
“The last of the resistance. They’re all DEAD!."
Sorry I stopped commenting. I've been horribly ill. But I'm back now and hope you'll continue this.
5/3/16