Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)
Chapter 17: They don't like who you are
Andrew
My heart thumped as Show Pony made his way out of the room. What was THAT?! I looked down at my arm. My stomach churned. What I had been so close to doing… Pony stopped me from… that. The bleeding hadn’t stopped. It was slowly seeping through the bandages like the thickest of fogs.
In a few seconds, Pony came back with a box of dye and a first aid kit. As soon as I saw the small needle, I felt ready to climb the wall. “There’s no way I’ll sit here and let you get near me with THAT.”
“You wanna bleed to death?”
I was actually considering it when Pony grabbed my hand. Pain and warmth shot up my arm. Suddenly, all movement was impossible. I could only watch Pony as he expertly handled the small needle. His hand was so soft and so… delicate…
He wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“Sorry” I said “Adrenaline rush.” “Yeah… I’ve seen it happen before.”
In a few minutes, he finished with the needle and sprayed disinfectant on the wound. The second all that alcohol seeped in, I tightened my grip on his arm. My heart was beating at 20 miles per hour when he looked me in the eyes.
“Uh… your hair?”
Right. I released him and began re-bandaging my arm as he began to work on the mixture that would change my hair from a boiling afternoon to a cool sunset.
John
I opened the cell and dragged Party Poison out. His eyes were shooting daggers, but he was too weak to fight. Korse had been bleeding him every hour. He could hardly stand straight.
“How can you live with yourself?” He spat at me.
The medicine was weighing me down. I couldn’t speak. And I was glad for it.
“Is this what you want; to be someone else’s puppet?!”
My silence. I pushed him into the wheelchair and strapped him in.
“John… Korse is going to kill off all the killjoys. You have to help me escape! He’s a monster!”
I pressed a button on my belt and the wheelchair began to follow me as I walked.
“John… stop… I can’t… breathe…”
I took the air mask from the back of the chair and clapped it over his nose and mouth. His eyes were pleading. I avoided them.
A few seconds of walking and we finally entered Korse’s private quarters. I looked at the empty tube on the wall. He wasn’t there now. He was sitting in a white chair, with an air mask, looking at the many screens on him wall.
Zone cameras.
Just as if on cue, we saw the van and the car whiz by the first one and across the second screen.
“Screen twenty-seven” Korse said, into a small radio.
Suddenly, the sand exploded and the car swerved to the right.
“STOP! YOU’LL HURT THEM!”
Party’s voice. Korse smiled.
“Next five screens.”
The desert began exploding again. A scream. This one, vibrated in my soul. I had never heard a person scream like that. Even when they were being tortured.
“Flip that toy.” Korse said into the radio.
No sound from Party. He was watching the television as intently as I was. Suddenly, nearly all the screens exploded with an enormous cloud of dust and sent the car flying.
Party was screaming again. “You can never beat me.” Korse said holding Party’s head in both his hands. “The sooner you understand, the faster your death will be.”
“FUCK YOU!” Party screamed, spitting on Korse’s shoes “I’d rather DIE!”
“Very well.”
Agent Cherri Cola
The ground exploded right beneath us and sent the van flying sideways. There was no time to scream, no time to think. My head hit the steering when with tremendous force and my vision clouded. With blood. “FU-“ Blood trickled down my forehead as I braced myself for the next hit.
The van continued to roll through the dirt until it finally began to slow down. It’s over. I blinked over and over as the blood rushed to my head. Looking out the window, I could see the earth where the sky was supposed to be. I fumbled with my seat belt buckle and was finally able to unlock it.
“Everyone okay?”
“I’m fine.” Dr. D said.
“Here.” Kobra said.
“Dizzy, but alive.” Pink said.
I nodded and dragged myself out of the upside-down vehicle. Then, I opened the back door to help the guys. Thank goodness Dr. D’s wheelchair was still strapped. It could have crushed Kobra and Pink.
Finally, we met up with Fun Ghoul, Jet star and Missile Kid. The car was also laying upside-down a few feet away.
“Whoever has all their limbs, raise your hand.” Fun Ghoul said, jokingly.
Everyone raised a hand.
“Cherri… your forehead.”
Blood trickled down my nose. “Never mind that. We need to get out of here. That blast was meant to kill us.”
Another explosion. Dangerously close. “RUN!”
Kobra hoisted Pink up by the waist and we began running. Sounds began to fill the air. Helicopters and dracs. Nowhere left to run. I could already hear the invisible order.
Kill them.
A shiver ran down my spine and I began to shoot anything dressed in white that moved. We were outmatched… terribly outmatched. Our only hope was to…
“Grab a bike!”
The guys instantly began knocking dracs off.
“Where to?” “BL/ind!”
I took Missile Kid in my bike and hit the gas.
My heart thumped as Show Pony made his way out of the room. What was THAT?! I looked down at my arm. My stomach churned. What I had been so close to doing… Pony stopped me from… that. The bleeding hadn’t stopped. It was slowly seeping through the bandages like the thickest of fogs.
In a few seconds, Pony came back with a box of dye and a first aid kit. As soon as I saw the small needle, I felt ready to climb the wall. “There’s no way I’ll sit here and let you get near me with THAT.”
“You wanna bleed to death?”
I was actually considering it when Pony grabbed my hand. Pain and warmth shot up my arm. Suddenly, all movement was impossible. I could only watch Pony as he expertly handled the small needle. His hand was so soft and so… delicate…
He wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“Sorry” I said “Adrenaline rush.” “Yeah… I’ve seen it happen before.”
In a few minutes, he finished with the needle and sprayed disinfectant on the wound. The second all that alcohol seeped in, I tightened my grip on his arm. My heart was beating at 20 miles per hour when he looked me in the eyes.
“Uh… your hair?”
Right. I released him and began re-bandaging my arm as he began to work on the mixture that would change my hair from a boiling afternoon to a cool sunset.
John
I opened the cell and dragged Party Poison out. His eyes were shooting daggers, but he was too weak to fight. Korse had been bleeding him every hour. He could hardly stand straight.
“How can you live with yourself?” He spat at me.
The medicine was weighing me down. I couldn’t speak. And I was glad for it.
“Is this what you want; to be someone else’s puppet?!”
My silence. I pushed him into the wheelchair and strapped him in.
“John… Korse is going to kill off all the killjoys. You have to help me escape! He’s a monster!”
I pressed a button on my belt and the wheelchair began to follow me as I walked.
“John… stop… I can’t… breathe…”
I took the air mask from the back of the chair and clapped it over his nose and mouth. His eyes were pleading. I avoided them.
A few seconds of walking and we finally entered Korse’s private quarters. I looked at the empty tube on the wall. He wasn’t there now. He was sitting in a white chair, with an air mask, looking at the many screens on him wall.
Zone cameras.
Just as if on cue, we saw the van and the car whiz by the first one and across the second screen.
“Screen twenty-seven” Korse said, into a small radio.
Suddenly, the sand exploded and the car swerved to the right.
“STOP! YOU’LL HURT THEM!”
Party’s voice. Korse smiled.
“Next five screens.”
The desert began exploding again. A scream. This one, vibrated in my soul. I had never heard a person scream like that. Even when they were being tortured.
“Flip that toy.” Korse said into the radio.
No sound from Party. He was watching the television as intently as I was. Suddenly, nearly all the screens exploded with an enormous cloud of dust and sent the car flying.
Party was screaming again. “You can never beat me.” Korse said holding Party’s head in both his hands. “The sooner you understand, the faster your death will be.”
“FUCK YOU!” Party screamed, spitting on Korse’s shoes “I’d rather DIE!”
“Very well.”
Agent Cherri Cola
The ground exploded right beneath us and sent the van flying sideways. There was no time to scream, no time to think. My head hit the steering when with tremendous force and my vision clouded. With blood. “FU-“ Blood trickled down my forehead as I braced myself for the next hit.
The van continued to roll through the dirt until it finally began to slow down. It’s over. I blinked over and over as the blood rushed to my head. Looking out the window, I could see the earth where the sky was supposed to be. I fumbled with my seat belt buckle and was finally able to unlock it.
“Everyone okay?”
“I’m fine.” Dr. D said.
“Here.” Kobra said.
“Dizzy, but alive.” Pink said.
I nodded and dragged myself out of the upside-down vehicle. Then, I opened the back door to help the guys. Thank goodness Dr. D’s wheelchair was still strapped. It could have crushed Kobra and Pink.
Finally, we met up with Fun Ghoul, Jet star and Missile Kid. The car was also laying upside-down a few feet away.
“Whoever has all their limbs, raise your hand.” Fun Ghoul said, jokingly.
Everyone raised a hand.
“Cherri… your forehead.”
Blood trickled down my nose. “Never mind that. We need to get out of here. That blast was meant to kill us.”
Another explosion. Dangerously close. “RUN!”
Kobra hoisted Pink up by the waist and we began running. Sounds began to fill the air. Helicopters and dracs. Nowhere left to run. I could already hear the invisible order.
Kill them.
A shiver ran down my spine and I began to shoot anything dressed in white that moved. We were outmatched… terribly outmatched. Our only hope was to…
“Grab a bike!”
The guys instantly began knocking dracs off.
“Where to?” “BL/ind!”
I took Missile Kid in my bike and hit the gas.
Sorry I stopped commenting. I've been horribly ill. But I'm back now and hope you'll continue this.
5/3/16