Jet Star

We had stopped in zone 3 to fill the tanks. Fun Ghoul kept looking at the road behind us to where Kobra and Pink had disappeared.

“I’m going to look for them. We need every person.”

Dr. D nodded and I stood up to get a magazine. New issue. Nice cover.

“Jet… what’s that?”

I slammed it shut as soon as I saw Missle Kid peering over my shoulder. My face turned scarlet.

“What are you doing?” I stuttered.

“I’m worried about Party. Do you think he’s okay? I nodded. “You trust Party don’t you?”

“It’s Korse I don’t trust.”

Missle Kid plopped next to me. I sighed and closed my magazine. “What’s on your mind?”

“Party’s pretty serious about Pink…. What if he doesn’t love me anymore?”

I began laughing.“Missle Kid… are you JEALOUS?” this time, it was her turn to blush. “I’m not! Really! I’m just scared that he’ll get himself crushed.”

“Love advice from a kid.” I jeered.

“I know a lot about love, Jet… Love can hurt people. It’s like… that person holds your heart in their bare hands. One wrong move and…”

She squeezed both her hands together.

“I can’t let that happen to Party.” She continued, looking at me “His heart is beautiful.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” I said softly “Party will always care about you. Just because he loves someone else too doesn’t mean that he’ll love you any less. I mean… he loves Kobra and all of us. I think there is room for one more.”

Missle Kid beamed and nodded.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I brought it up.” There was a touch of sadness in her voice, but then, it was gone in a flash. “Thanks, Jet! You can go back to reading your porn now.”

Oh shit.

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John

“37-3, report to Korse’s quarters.”

I saw him the second I turned the corner. Korse’s new favorite. A copy of Party Poison, but not quite. He was walking swiftly, as if he were on a cloud. Was I going to be…?

I shook my head. No thoughts. My life belonged to Korse. He could do whatever he wanted with it.

“Hey.”

I stopped to look at the clone. “Hey.”

“What happened to you?”

“You mean, you don’t know?”

“No… I… thought you were dead, actually.”

“Korse spared me. I guess he needs me for something.”

The clone gave me an unreadable look, nodded to himself, said goodbye and walked away. There was an air of coldness to each one of these acts.

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Pony

I’m not gay… I am NOT gay… I CAN’T be GAY… can I? Am I gay? Could I be gay? No… no… I’m not gay… I am NOT gay…

I had been struggling with this for the past mile. I was vaguely aware of the burning in my legs.

G.A.Y spells gay.

The heat had gotten me thinking about Andrew. So like Party… but so… different. This got me back to the beginning.

I’m not gay! HE kissed ME! It was a one-time thing!

His eyes… his smile… the softness of his lips… what it would be like to have him kiss me again…

Suddenly, I was falling… falling…

I hit the dirt with a loud thud and a realization.

“I’m… I’m gay… I’m FUCKING GAY!”

I curled up next to a boulder and listened to the sounds around me. Silence, then a small noise. I lifted my head to see a motorcycle in the distance. “Look Pony! A bike!”

Was I hallucinating already?

I looked to the right and saw my mother sitting atop of the boulder. Her legs were crossed and she was pointing somewhere in the distance. I squinted. It WAS a bike. And sitting in the back was… Kobra.

I stood up, with my small bit of strength and waved my hands over my head.

“I’M OVER HERE, GUYS!!”

I saw the bike slow down some and Fun Ghoul cock his head.

“HERE YOU CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER! THE ONLY LIVING THING FOR MILES!”

He looked towards me and smiled. Then, he drove the bike over to me. Pink and Kobra were sitting behind him. They both looked exhausted.

“Hey, Pony.” Fun Ghoul said casually “What are you doing out here?”

I flipped the bird at him and put both my hands on my hips. The action felt feminine. Everything I did felt feminine then. Had I always been like this? Fun Ghoul laughed.

“Hop on and chill… drama queen.”

I jumped on the bike. We were a bit squished together, but whatever. Kobra Kid leaned his head on Fun Ghoul’s back and closed his eyes. His lids quivered. He looked… cute.

GayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGayGay
Gay....

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Party Poison

My door creaked open and a clone stepped in. the same clone that I had seen outside. I looked at him and he looked at me. Then, he spoke.

“Korse says that it’s my job to take care of you. So, cheer up.”

He produced a bag of skittles from his pocket.

“H-how did you…”

He shrugged, popped one into his mouth and handed me the rest. I looked inside the bag. Surely enough, about 17 little pieces of heaven stared back at me.

Quickly, I began eating. .

“The guys discovered me in less than four hours.” He said, chuckling and leaning against the wall.

I nodded and put a red candy in my mouth.

“They’re coming to fight.”

I nearly choked on a yellow piece. Of course they would come… they wouldn’t miss a good fight for the world…

“How are they?” I asked, taking a break and folding the broken part of the small bag.

“Well… they’re all together.”

He paused for a second, licked his lips and looked into empty space. Like I do when I’m processing information. There was something important he had to say.

“Pink is going to die soon, Party. Nearly all of her blood is poison. It’s just a matter of time.”

I looked down at the floor.

“I can help.” The clone said “just, trust me.”

Trust a clone? One of Korse’s creations?

“I’m sorry… I can’t.”

Notes

The way to read the numbers is: Thirty seven, dash three.

I wonder how you guys read it... I've always wondered what my fic sounds like to other people....