Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)
Chapter 18: Give up or give it a shot
Pink Insanity
I gripped Kobra’s waist tightly. The road was spinning. “Pink… are you okay? You’re shaking.” He asked, looking back at me; his face lined with concern. “Y…yeah…” he swerved to the right. I held onto him with my nails and buried my face in his back. “Do you want me to stop?” “No! no… keep going. Please.”
“Code three?” I heard Kobra say.
Huh?
The bike suddenly turned to the right, then the left. Kobra’s eyes were screwed shut. “KOBRA! WAKE UP!”
For the second time today, I found myself rolling through the dirt.
When I stood up, the other guys were gone.
“Kobra, where are you?!”
A light rain had begun. In a few seconds, I saw Kobra. He was lying, face down, on the dirt. With no sign of ever moving again. The rain burned my shoulder. Acid. “Kobra! We have to get out of here!”
No movement. I lifted the bike and walked it over to him. The rain was getting stronger. I sat him up and covered our heads with my jacket. Kobra was mumbling something… something I couldn’t understand…
Kobra Kid
“Code three” a voice in my head said.
That shut me down. I could feel movement underneath me and then stillness.
Slowly, and image formed in my mind. Memories.
What… NO!
They flooded back. Things Dr. D had told me… and things he hadn’t.
I hurt Party… I tried to kidnap Missle Kid… I nearly killed Pink… I HELPED Korse.
“You should die.” The voice said.
“you’re right.” I said.
“KOBRA!! WAKE UP!”
I opened my eyes to see an acid storm. Pink was gripping my shirt and crying.
The jacket was too small. Her back was getting burned.
One person too many.
I slowly pulled my gun out from its holder and put it to my temple. “KOBRA! STOP!”
Pink began trying to yank it out of my fingers. Her hands were burnt. “Stop it! Stop protecting me! You’ll get burned!” I shouted. Finally, she wrenched the gun out of my fingers and it spiraled away from us.
“You think that’s the way to solve problems?!” she screamed.
She slapped me then.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I muttered, like an idiot.
“Prove it then! Help us save Party and stop acting like suicide actually solves anything! If you die, Korse wins!”
If you die… Korse wins…
Party Poison
They couldn’t be… dead…
Show Pony
I finished with Andrew’s hair and cleared out. The way he was looking at me was uncomfortable. Almost… lustful. I pointed him towards the bathroom and plugged in the radio. Nothing at all… wait… the remainder of music… I heard Andrew begin to pour water over himself. My heart thumped. Oh no… I found myself slowly creeping towards the bathroom until I was standing outside. My hand on the doorknob.
I was almost about to open it, when I heard a low sound from outside.
“In there.”
My blood froze. Without thinking, I dove into the bathroom.
“Pony?”
“Dracs” I muttered.
I heard him begin to get dressed.
“Let’s just say we didn't find him.”
“And get killed? Yeah right.”
We would’ve been safe… but I sneezed.
“there.”
They yanked us out.
“stop!” Andrew screamed “I’m the one you’re looking for. Surely, Korse sent you to find me?”
The three guards looked at each other.
“You must be 37-4. We have orders to bring you back to base.”
“Of course you do” Andrew snapped “Took you long enough. Leave now and I won’t tell Korse how inefficient you have been. We all know how he hates that.”
An audible gulp.
They forgot about me then and ushered Andrew away.
I just stood there. What the fuck? Had he just saved my life?
Party Poison
I was dizzy from the loss of blood. What was up with this guy?
I flipped the bird at the camera, but then had to lower my hand.
My throat was craving beer. It would be nice to lose myself in a bottle. Just like the good old days. Wake up with a good old fashioned hangover.
“Korse… I swear. Do you have a crush on me or something? Dammit, LEAVE ME ALONE! I don’t do bald guys! Or any guys for that matter! If you’re into gay men, who am I to judge? But I am NOT gay!”
I stood up slowly and made my way towards the window. I was in the eighth floor of the main building. There was no way I could jump from here… and I was too weak to open the window anyways…
The sun would be going down in a couple of hours… one more day left… Kobra… Ray… Fun Ghoul… Pink… hopefully they were smart enough to stay away…
A car arrived in thirty minutes. I looked down as the door opened. Drac... drac… oh shit…”
It was like looking in a mirror… except his hair was blue. As if he sensed me watching, he looked up.
Andrew
Having all of Party Poison’s memories, I hated BL/ind the second I laid eyes on it. I stepped out of the car and into a big, white plaza. This poked at a memory. One of Party’s memories.
“I came through here” he whispered inside my head “to save Fun Ghoul… to rescue Missle Kid..”
I nodded to myself and began walking. Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine. Without knowing what else to do, I looked up.
The real Party Poison glared down at me. There was a deep hatred in his eyes. His skin was white and waxy… what were they doing to him?
The guards pushed me forward, and I focused on what I needed to do: not get killed. Great plan.
I strut in like I owned the place and went straight to the glass elevator. 5 seconds to sudden death… or sudden salvation.
The door opened… and Korse was right there. Time for some mayor butt-kissery.
“sir.”
I bowed my head as if greeting a king.
He seemed satisfied, because he bid me to follow him.
We began walking through the long, sterile halls. My boots clicked in the silence. As we passed a window, I looked at myself. I looked so out of place wearing Poison’s scruffy clothes in all this cleaned up corporation progress. Poison’s jacket… had they taken this off him… to put it on me? I shivered and suppressed the urge to gag.
Soon, we were in a closed room with one chair.
“Sit.”
I sat.
“Why did you come? If you had any sense at all, you would’ve murdered all the killjoys when you had the chance.”
I nodded, as if in deep understanding.
“You hadn’t given the order, sir. I am not allowed to act out of command.”
“Good answer.”
I sat straight and looked ahead as he walked around me. Inspecting.
“Your hair.”
“Sir?”
“Your hair.”
“I looked too much like dirt… it was out of line.”
I lowered my head again. The perfect picture of a servant. Korse laughed. Creepy, huh? Well, he laughed and gave me a pat on the head.
“Good. It seems you’re functioning perfectly. When did ‘Pink’ die?”
“She’s not dead, sir. She is still living.”
“Interesting…”
He then walked over to behind me and twisted my hair in his hand.
“Question. How do you feel?”
I closed my eyes.
“Hot.”
“Exactly. Let me get you in on something. You’re my own personal doomsday device. Your body is designed to blow up whenever your blood completely boils. You’re a death trap, kid.”
I nodded. My insides were shaking.
“I might decide to let you live… if you do a little something for me.”
“What, sir?”
“It will be your job to keep Poison alive… until tomorrow. Then, to take him to the execution site.”
“My job… are you sure I can do this, sir?”
He gripped my arm tightly.
“If you stop being useful, I’ll make you explode.”
My blood was boiling, but this time it was rage. Having him this close made me want to choke him.
“Yes sir.”
He released me and I got up.
“Second floor. Down the hall to the right.”
I gripped Kobra’s waist tightly. The road was spinning. “Pink… are you okay? You’re shaking.” He asked, looking back at me; his face lined with concern. “Y…yeah…” he swerved to the right. I held onto him with my nails and buried my face in his back. “Do you want me to stop?” “No! no… keep going. Please.”
“Code three?” I heard Kobra say.
Huh?
The bike suddenly turned to the right, then the left. Kobra’s eyes were screwed shut. “KOBRA! WAKE UP!”
For the second time today, I found myself rolling through the dirt.
When I stood up, the other guys were gone.
“Kobra, where are you?!”
A light rain had begun. In a few seconds, I saw Kobra. He was lying, face down, on the dirt. With no sign of ever moving again. The rain burned my shoulder. Acid. “Kobra! We have to get out of here!”
No movement. I lifted the bike and walked it over to him. The rain was getting stronger. I sat him up and covered our heads with my jacket. Kobra was mumbling something… something I couldn’t understand…
Kobra Kid
“Code three” a voice in my head said.
That shut me down. I could feel movement underneath me and then stillness.
Slowly, and image formed in my mind. Memories.
What… NO!
They flooded back. Things Dr. D had told me… and things he hadn’t.
I hurt Party… I tried to kidnap Missle Kid… I nearly killed Pink… I HELPED Korse.
“You should die.” The voice said.
“you’re right.” I said.
“KOBRA!! WAKE UP!”
I opened my eyes to see an acid storm. Pink was gripping my shirt and crying.
The jacket was too small. Her back was getting burned.
One person too many.
I slowly pulled my gun out from its holder and put it to my temple. “KOBRA! STOP!”
Pink began trying to yank it out of my fingers. Her hands were burnt. “Stop it! Stop protecting me! You’ll get burned!” I shouted. Finally, she wrenched the gun out of my fingers and it spiraled away from us.
“You think that’s the way to solve problems?!” she screamed.
She slapped me then.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I muttered, like an idiot.
“Prove it then! Help us save Party and stop acting like suicide actually solves anything! If you die, Korse wins!”
If you die… Korse wins…
Party Poison
They couldn’t be… dead…
Show Pony
I finished with Andrew’s hair and cleared out. The way he was looking at me was uncomfortable. Almost… lustful. I pointed him towards the bathroom and plugged in the radio. Nothing at all… wait… the remainder of music… I heard Andrew begin to pour water over himself. My heart thumped. Oh no… I found myself slowly creeping towards the bathroom until I was standing outside. My hand on the doorknob.
I was almost about to open it, when I heard a low sound from outside.
“In there.”
My blood froze. Without thinking, I dove into the bathroom.
“Pony?”
“Dracs” I muttered.
I heard him begin to get dressed.
“Let’s just say we didn't find him.”
“And get killed? Yeah right.”
We would’ve been safe… but I sneezed.
“there.”
They yanked us out.
“stop!” Andrew screamed “I’m the one you’re looking for. Surely, Korse sent you to find me?”
The three guards looked at each other.
“You must be 37-4. We have orders to bring you back to base.”
“Of course you do” Andrew snapped “Took you long enough. Leave now and I won’t tell Korse how inefficient you have been. We all know how he hates that.”
An audible gulp.
They forgot about me then and ushered Andrew away.
I just stood there. What the fuck? Had he just saved my life?
Party Poison
I was dizzy from the loss of blood. What was up with this guy?
I flipped the bird at the camera, but then had to lower my hand.
My throat was craving beer. It would be nice to lose myself in a bottle. Just like the good old days. Wake up with a good old fashioned hangover.
“Korse… I swear. Do you have a crush on me or something? Dammit, LEAVE ME ALONE! I don’t do bald guys! Or any guys for that matter! If you’re into gay men, who am I to judge? But I am NOT gay!”
I stood up slowly and made my way towards the window. I was in the eighth floor of the main building. There was no way I could jump from here… and I was too weak to open the window anyways…
The sun would be going down in a couple of hours… one more day left… Kobra… Ray… Fun Ghoul… Pink… hopefully they were smart enough to stay away…
A car arrived in thirty minutes. I looked down as the door opened. Drac... drac… oh shit…”
It was like looking in a mirror… except his hair was blue. As if he sensed me watching, he looked up.
Andrew
Having all of Party Poison’s memories, I hated BL/ind the second I laid eyes on it. I stepped out of the car and into a big, white plaza. This poked at a memory. One of Party’s memories.
“I came through here” he whispered inside my head “to save Fun Ghoul… to rescue Missle Kid..”
I nodded to myself and began walking. Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine. Without knowing what else to do, I looked up.
The real Party Poison glared down at me. There was a deep hatred in his eyes. His skin was white and waxy… what were they doing to him?
The guards pushed me forward, and I focused on what I needed to do: not get killed. Great plan.
I strut in like I owned the place and went straight to the glass elevator. 5 seconds to sudden death… or sudden salvation.
The door opened… and Korse was right there. Time for some mayor butt-kissery.
“sir.”
I bowed my head as if greeting a king.
He seemed satisfied, because he bid me to follow him.
We began walking through the long, sterile halls. My boots clicked in the silence. As we passed a window, I looked at myself. I looked so out of place wearing Poison’s scruffy clothes in all this cleaned up corporation progress. Poison’s jacket… had they taken this off him… to put it on me? I shivered and suppressed the urge to gag.
Soon, we were in a closed room with one chair.
“Sit.”
I sat.
“Why did you come? If you had any sense at all, you would’ve murdered all the killjoys when you had the chance.”
I nodded, as if in deep understanding.
“You hadn’t given the order, sir. I am not allowed to act out of command.”
“Good answer.”
I sat straight and looked ahead as he walked around me. Inspecting.
“Your hair.”
“Sir?”
“Your hair.”
“I looked too much like dirt… it was out of line.”
I lowered my head again. The perfect picture of a servant. Korse laughed. Creepy, huh? Well, he laughed and gave me a pat on the head.
“Good. It seems you’re functioning perfectly. When did ‘Pink’ die?”
“She’s not dead, sir. She is still living.”
“Interesting…”
He then walked over to behind me and twisted my hair in his hand.
“Question. How do you feel?”
I closed my eyes.
“Hot.”
“Exactly. Let me get you in on something. You’re my own personal doomsday device. Your body is designed to blow up whenever your blood completely boils. You’re a death trap, kid.”
I nodded. My insides were shaking.
“I might decide to let you live… if you do a little something for me.”
“What, sir?”
“It will be your job to keep Poison alive… until tomorrow. Then, to take him to the execution site.”
“My job… are you sure I can do this, sir?”
He gripped my arm tightly.
“If you stop being useful, I’ll make you explode.”
My blood was boiling, but this time it was rage. Having him this close made me want to choke him.
“Yes sir.”
He released me and I got up.
“Second floor. Down the hall to the right.”
Sorry I stopped commenting. I've been horribly ill. But I'm back now and hope you'll continue this.
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