Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)
Chapter 16: Everybody wants to change the world
Dr. Death Defying
I opened the van door to check on Kobra. Temperature, a little high… cravings, controlled… memory, still missing. “Your killjoy name is Kobra Kid.” I told him.
“What’s a killjoy?”
Figures.
I took a deep breath and began explaining all that happened. From the apocalypse, to now. Who everyone was… but I avoided what Korse did… what HE did. That’s something he can live without for now. After I finished, his eyes were watery. He looked over to where Party was. “But, if we’re brothers, where’s mom and dad?” I shifted uncomfortable. “You’ll have to ask Party that.” He nodded and smiled. “Thanks, Dr. D. you really cleared things up.”
Pink Insanity
We were walking back to the van when my tremors began…. Actually… they were more than tremors… they were these… terrors… that made me clutch Party’s hand. “Pink… wha… DR. D!
Rushing all around. I was taken to the back of the van since there was no place to set up the machines. Another injection. This one didn’t soothe my pain. “Half her blood is poisonous.” Dr. D said “She can’t continue like this for much longer…” they all looked to Party. My heart throbbed painfully. He was frozen. “I…I…”
“What do we do?” Fun Ghoul asked. “Calm down Ghoul! Do I look like a doctor?!”
Something was off, but I was in too much pain to worry about it. Then, I felt someone taking off my jacket. A collective gasp. “She’s had those things on her arms since she fainted. I don’t have the medicine to treat them.” “Take out the yellow stuff.” Party said
A prick and the pain began receding. “Then what?” “Disinfect and bandage.”
I opened my eyes. Party was looking straight at me. There was no warmth in his eyes. It was just an empty, hollow stare. Still, I was grateful for his help. Maybe watching John die had been too much for him. Maybe he was afraid one of us would die next…
Agent Cherri Cola
I switched on the radio and began switching stations. At first, it was just empty static. Then, it began forming into words. I raised the volume.
"...Known as Party Poison has been captured and is scheduled for execution in two days…"
We all looked at Party. At first, he was too busy with Pink to notice us, but then he looked up. “What?” I pointed to the radio.
"…After Poison’s execution, our fair leader promises to track down the eight remaining rebels and put an end to them as well. Poison’s execution will be a public event at sundown in two days…"
“They’re bluffing.” Party said, standing up “I’m right here.”
“You are, but Party isn’t.”
Huh? I mean, there WAS something strange about Party, but why even suggest that?
Dr. D shone a small flashlight in Party’s face. His left hand rose to aid him.
Party Poison is right-handed.
Missle Kid
He’s not Party!
In one swift move, he was flying. Out of the car and into the desert. The real Party would never let his guard down. Fun Ghoul jumped out and restrained him. “Where. Is. Party.” No smile, no playfulness, dead serious. “Tell me what you did to him, or I’ll kill you on the spot!”
“STOP! FUN GHOUL! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS! IT’S ME!”
We all looked at Dr. D. He shook his head. Fun Ghoul pressed him harder against the ground. “Where. The Fuck. Is Party.”
Something hit me.
“He doesn’t know, Fun Ghoul! Clones think they’re the original! He hasn’t been activated long enough to know!” Fun Ghoul’s head whipped to me. “How do you know that?” “I read it in one of those BL/ind magazine how to’s.”
“Sit him up.”
They yanked the impostor up firmly by the arms. Ouch. “How do we check?” Pony asked. “I dunno” Fun Ghoul said “If we ask him questions, he could always lie.”
It was midday now. We got him out of the van and went into the wrecked coffee shop. They sat him down on a chair and we all crowded around him as if he were a rare specimen.
“Party really is captured!” I blurted out “And he’s about to be executed!”
“But why tell us that?”
Everyone looked towards Dr. D. “If they really plan on killing Party, why would they announce it on the radio?”
“Pride?” I suggested.
“Bait.” Kobra said.
“Maybe a mix of both.” Jet said.
We all looked around at each other. I could see the idea forming in their eyes. Then, we all looked at fake-Party. His eyes were wide with fear and understanding. Something we would never see on the real Party Poison.
How come I hadn’t noticed? It was so obvious now..
Show Pony
I watched as the car and van whipped out of sight. Then, I lit a cigarette I had nabbed from Fun Ghoul. The clone was crying. I put my hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” he shook my hand off and got up.
I shrugged. I used to work in this wreck of a place; selling chips and gum behind the counter. It was a crappy job and the pay was horrible… but it did have some benefits. Hot girls would walk in all the time. I grabbed a LOT of…
Thump.
I looked towards the bathroom. The clone had disappeared through this door earlier.
“Hey… what are you doing?”
“I’m fine.” I heard him call back “I just dropped something. Stay away.”
“Kay.”
I went back to daydreaming.
In a few seconds, I heard a loud crash and some laughing. “Oh shit.” I ran to the door and tried to push it open, but it was stuck. “Hey! What’d you do! Open the door!” Another laugh from inside.
I knew this laugh. It was the kind that could only indicate that something gruesome was going on inside. The kind of laugh before murder.
“STOP!!”
I smashed a chair against the door. The hinges creaked. I had to hit it seven times before it gave way.
Gruesome was right.
The smell of blood hit me as soon as the door burst open. The dust floors were covered with a thin new layer of it.
“Hey…”
The clone’s back was to me. I could see all the tufts of red hair he cut off. They were nearly blending in with all the blood.
Blood made me nervous, but I had been left in charge of him so…
I made my way around the room slowly. Carefully, as if not to startle him. Now I could see where all the blood was coming from. His right arm was bleeding a river as he held a shard of the dusty mirror tightly in his left hand. His pupils were dilated.
“Hey… don’t do that.”
I helped him up and took him out of the bathroom. Then, I wrapped his arm in the cleanest bandage I could find and wrestled the glass from his fingers. He was breathing heavily.
“If I’m not Party Poison, who am I?”
“Well… that’s the good part, I guess. You can be anyone. You can be another person.”
I took out my small pocketknife and began to even out his hair. What a mess.
“Show Pony… Thanks.”
I nodded and smiled. “You need anything else?”
“Blue hair dye?”
I smiled. “I think I can manage that.”
A moment between heartbeats in which he pulled me close. Suddenly, his lips were on mine. Wait… WHAT?! I pushed him away. He looked hurt for a moment, and then he flashed a very Party Poison-like smile.
“Call me Andrew.”
I turned red with embarrassment and nodded. “So… uh… blue?”
I backed away and half walked- half ran out of the room. The world was messed up. What the fuck?! I was NOT gay!
I tried to shake it off, but the image was stuck on my mind like BL/ind industrial glue.
I opened the van door to check on Kobra. Temperature, a little high… cravings, controlled… memory, still missing. “Your killjoy name is Kobra Kid.” I told him.
“What’s a killjoy?”
Figures.
I took a deep breath and began explaining all that happened. From the apocalypse, to now. Who everyone was… but I avoided what Korse did… what HE did. That’s something he can live without for now. After I finished, his eyes were watery. He looked over to where Party was. “But, if we’re brothers, where’s mom and dad?” I shifted uncomfortable. “You’ll have to ask Party that.” He nodded and smiled. “Thanks, Dr. D. you really cleared things up.”
Pink Insanity
We were walking back to the van when my tremors began…. Actually… they were more than tremors… they were these… terrors… that made me clutch Party’s hand. “Pink… wha… DR. D!
Rushing all around. I was taken to the back of the van since there was no place to set up the machines. Another injection. This one didn’t soothe my pain. “Half her blood is poisonous.” Dr. D said “She can’t continue like this for much longer…” they all looked to Party. My heart throbbed painfully. He was frozen. “I…I…”
“What do we do?” Fun Ghoul asked. “Calm down Ghoul! Do I look like a doctor?!”
Something was off, but I was in too much pain to worry about it. Then, I felt someone taking off my jacket. A collective gasp. “She’s had those things on her arms since she fainted. I don’t have the medicine to treat them.” “Take out the yellow stuff.” Party said
A prick and the pain began receding. “Then what?” “Disinfect and bandage.”
I opened my eyes. Party was looking straight at me. There was no warmth in his eyes. It was just an empty, hollow stare. Still, I was grateful for his help. Maybe watching John die had been too much for him. Maybe he was afraid one of us would die next…
Agent Cherri Cola
I switched on the radio and began switching stations. At first, it was just empty static. Then, it began forming into words. I raised the volume.
"...Known as Party Poison has been captured and is scheduled for execution in two days…"
We all looked at Party. At first, he was too busy with Pink to notice us, but then he looked up. “What?” I pointed to the radio.
"…After Poison’s execution, our fair leader promises to track down the eight remaining rebels and put an end to them as well. Poison’s execution will be a public event at sundown in two days…"
“They’re bluffing.” Party said, standing up “I’m right here.”
“You are, but Party isn’t.”
Huh? I mean, there WAS something strange about Party, but why even suggest that?
Dr. D shone a small flashlight in Party’s face. His left hand rose to aid him.
Party Poison is right-handed.
Missle Kid
He’s not Party!
In one swift move, he was flying. Out of the car and into the desert. The real Party would never let his guard down. Fun Ghoul jumped out and restrained him. “Where. Is. Party.” No smile, no playfulness, dead serious. “Tell me what you did to him, or I’ll kill you on the spot!”
“STOP! FUN GHOUL! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS! IT’S ME!”
We all looked at Dr. D. He shook his head. Fun Ghoul pressed him harder against the ground. “Where. The Fuck. Is Party.”
Something hit me.
“He doesn’t know, Fun Ghoul! Clones think they’re the original! He hasn’t been activated long enough to know!” Fun Ghoul’s head whipped to me. “How do you know that?” “I read it in one of those BL/ind magazine how to’s.”
“Sit him up.”
They yanked the impostor up firmly by the arms. Ouch. “How do we check?” Pony asked. “I dunno” Fun Ghoul said “If we ask him questions, he could always lie.”
It was midday now. We got him out of the van and went into the wrecked coffee shop. They sat him down on a chair and we all crowded around him as if he were a rare specimen.
“Party really is captured!” I blurted out “And he’s about to be executed!”
“But why tell us that?”
Everyone looked towards Dr. D. “If they really plan on killing Party, why would they announce it on the radio?”
“Pride?” I suggested.
“Bait.” Kobra said.
“Maybe a mix of both.” Jet said.
We all looked around at each other. I could see the idea forming in their eyes. Then, we all looked at fake-Party. His eyes were wide with fear and understanding. Something we would never see on the real Party Poison.
How come I hadn’t noticed? It was so obvious now..
Show Pony
I watched as the car and van whipped out of sight. Then, I lit a cigarette I had nabbed from Fun Ghoul. The clone was crying. I put my hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” he shook my hand off and got up.
I shrugged. I used to work in this wreck of a place; selling chips and gum behind the counter. It was a crappy job and the pay was horrible… but it did have some benefits. Hot girls would walk in all the time. I grabbed a LOT of…
Thump.
I looked towards the bathroom. The clone had disappeared through this door earlier.
“Hey… what are you doing?”
“I’m fine.” I heard him call back “I just dropped something. Stay away.”
“Kay.”
I went back to daydreaming.
In a few seconds, I heard a loud crash and some laughing. “Oh shit.” I ran to the door and tried to push it open, but it was stuck. “Hey! What’d you do! Open the door!” Another laugh from inside.
I knew this laugh. It was the kind that could only indicate that something gruesome was going on inside. The kind of laugh before murder.
“STOP!!”
I smashed a chair against the door. The hinges creaked. I had to hit it seven times before it gave way.
Gruesome was right.
The smell of blood hit me as soon as the door burst open. The dust floors were covered with a thin new layer of it.
“Hey…”
The clone’s back was to me. I could see all the tufts of red hair he cut off. They were nearly blending in with all the blood.
Blood made me nervous, but I had been left in charge of him so…
I made my way around the room slowly. Carefully, as if not to startle him. Now I could see where all the blood was coming from. His right arm was bleeding a river as he held a shard of the dusty mirror tightly in his left hand. His pupils were dilated.
“Hey… don’t do that.”
I helped him up and took him out of the bathroom. Then, I wrapped his arm in the cleanest bandage I could find and wrestled the glass from his fingers. He was breathing heavily.
“If I’m not Party Poison, who am I?”
“Well… that’s the good part, I guess. You can be anyone. You can be another person.”
I took out my small pocketknife and began to even out his hair. What a mess.
“Show Pony… Thanks.”
I nodded and smiled. “You need anything else?”
“Blue hair dye?”
I smiled. “I think I can manage that.”
A moment between heartbeats in which he pulled me close. Suddenly, his lips were on mine. Wait… WHAT?! I pushed him away. He looked hurt for a moment, and then he flashed a very Party Poison-like smile.
“Call me Andrew.”
I turned red with embarrassment and nodded. “So… uh… blue?”
I backed away and half walked- half ran out of the room. The world was messed up. What the fuck?! I was NOT gay!
I tried to shake it off, but the image was stuck on my mind like BL/ind industrial glue.
Sorry I stopped commenting. I've been horribly ill. But I'm back now and hope you'll continue this.
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