Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)
Chapter 24: Is this what you always want me for?
Dr. Death Defying
“Everybody go to the table.”
Everyone grumbled and began shuffling their feet towards a large, white table. Everything was white here. It sort of melted into the background. The guys tied Party’s hands to the chair and sat down. Uncomfortable silence. An empty chair.
Party had his eyes closed. He seemed to be sleeping. Pink was watching over him. Missle Kid had been practicing her shooting and was now looking at Party too. Agent Cherri was looking around expectantly. Pony was playing with a loose thread on his pants. Yes. Pants. Kobra Kid looked down at the floor. He was furious, then sad, then furious again. Jet had both his hands on the table. They were shaking. John was locked away somewhere.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!”
Everybody jumped, but remained in silence.
Fun Ghoul. He was the silence. Everybody could feel the emptiness where one of his laughs would have been. They all looked at Party. He was awake now. His glazed looks kept coming and going.
“I didn’t take Party away from the fight.” Pony said, shaking his head “I shouldn’t have led him there. He was weak. I should’ve noticed…”
“You don’t have to look after me.” Party said airily “I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself…”
It was funny, but no one was in the mood for laughing.
“We just need to wait until it wears out, right?” Missle Kid asked, her lip trembling.
No one answered. Jet got up from the table and came back a few minutes later with cans. Kobra took the can opener and began passing the open cans around. He passed one to Party, who tried to take it.
“Um… Dr. D… why am I tied?”
“It’s what we could do to stop you from taking the needle out of your arm.”
He nodded and sat back.
“A little help, please?”
Missle Kid took another spoon and began feeding Party. He obediently ate the whole thing. We all finished.
“At least you can eat…”
“No.” Party said, he was looking green “I can’t. my stomach is burning, Dr. D…”
“Wait… are you going to…?”
Too late. He threw up. The killjoys, with their lighting quick reflexes, jumped out of the way I time. I wasn’t so lucky.
“I can’t… Dr. D… I CAN’T! I’M GONNA DIE!” Party screamed, trembling.
He was sobbing and pulling at the ropes that bound him.
“Party… calm down. It’s okay…” Pink said.
Party was crying bitterly as his eyes drifted in and out of focus. He was fighting it. “I can’t… hold it off…. It’s going to take me again…. Help me, PLEASE…!”
Pink pulled Party into a hug as he cried and struggled. Everyone’s face was a mask of horror.
“DON’T LET IT WIN!”Missle Kid screamed, running forward and taking his hand.
Party’s face was red. We stayed like that for a few minutes. He struggled against the blankness that was taking over his face as we watched. Then, it snapped. Party was plunged into blankness as his eyes lost focus. He stopped squeezing Pink’s hand. Tears kept running down his expression-less face.
“Party.” Pink was shaking him “PARTY!!”
Everything came to life. The guys united to untie Party and carry him to the infirmary. Pony pushed my wheelchair. We hooked him up to the machines and oxygen. Brain activity… blood pressure… heartbeat…. His eyes were frozen open. I closed then with my hand.
“Party. Can you hear me?”
The only sound that could be heard was Missle Kid’s crying and Pink’s shuddering.
“Guys. Take the girls outside.”
“Except me.” Cherri said, looking at Dr. D sternly.
He nodded.
Pink Insanity
Pony led me to an empty room. There, I allowed myself to break down completely. Pony pulled me into his arms and I cried and cried and screamed. He remained silent, but he was trembling too.
“Thank you so much.” I said as clearly as I could manage.
“I’m glad that I can be a MAN here.”
“Pony. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Things were so much better before.”
He pulled out a chair and I sat. He then sat down next to me. His eyes wouldn’t look up from the floor.
“Pink… can I try something…?”
I didn’t have time to answer and he was kissing me deeply. I was too shocked to even move as he locked me into the chair forcefully. I tried to push him away, but the kiss only got deeper and deeper and deeper… so deep I nearly drowned. I gave him a shove and he hit the wall. I then stood up and tried to run outside. He had closed the door.
“Don’t tell Party.”
“Pony… why did you…?”
“Don’t. Tell. Party.”
“Why did you…”
“No spark…. I guess I AM gay after all.”
He slumped to the ground with his back against the door and put his face into his hands.
“I’m so sorry, Pink. Please, PLEASE don’t tell Party.”
“I won’t tell.”
I sat next to him in silence.
Agent Cherri Cola
Once everybody had calmed down, we got back together. Tonight was Fun Ghoul’s funeral. Party had collapsed from exhaustion, but at least he had collapsed as himself. With him calm, we were able to address that matter.
“Fun Ghoul said he wanted to be burned.” Kobra said, leaning back into his chair.
“Where.”
“We could do it in the courtyard.”
“All those people…”
“They can pay their respects.” Kobra spat “It’s about time they did something.”
Kobra had been like this for the past hours. He WAS the next leader, after all. Maybe he was nervous. I stood up to help Jet haul out the body. I looked at it. I would never see him smile… never hear his laugh again…. Oh, Fun Ghoul….
“Cherri… not you too. Please, don’t cry….”
I sucked in my tears and nodded. No crying for me. He was extremely pale now. Deadly pale. I reached for his hand. Cold… and dead. If there was a heaven, he deserved to go there. We got him into a body bag and carried him out to the courtyard. All the people were in their homes. It was dark and lonely. I placed Fun Ghoul on the ground and waited for the rest of the guys to come out. Kobra brought with him a gallon of gasoline.
We lit Fun Ghoul around an hour later. Now, people had begun to gather around; whispering to one another. Every one of us put our right hands over our hearts as the flames rose higher and higher. I looked into the open body bag at his hair that was being whipped up by flames. Then, it disappeared as he was completely consumed. Silence. I looked up to see Party looking from the window. His expression was unreadable.
“So long and goodnight… Fun Ghoul.”
“Everybody go to the table.”
Everyone grumbled and began shuffling their feet towards a large, white table. Everything was white here. It sort of melted into the background. The guys tied Party’s hands to the chair and sat down. Uncomfortable silence. An empty chair.
Party had his eyes closed. He seemed to be sleeping. Pink was watching over him. Missle Kid had been practicing her shooting and was now looking at Party too. Agent Cherri was looking around expectantly. Pony was playing with a loose thread on his pants. Yes. Pants. Kobra Kid looked down at the floor. He was furious, then sad, then furious again. Jet had both his hands on the table. They were shaking. John was locked away somewhere.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!”
Everybody jumped, but remained in silence.
Fun Ghoul. He was the silence. Everybody could feel the emptiness where one of his laughs would have been. They all looked at Party. He was awake now. His glazed looks kept coming and going.
“I didn’t take Party away from the fight.” Pony said, shaking his head “I shouldn’t have led him there. He was weak. I should’ve noticed…”
“You don’t have to look after me.” Party said airily “I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself…”
It was funny, but no one was in the mood for laughing.
“We just need to wait until it wears out, right?” Missle Kid asked, her lip trembling.
No one answered. Jet got up from the table and came back a few minutes later with cans. Kobra took the can opener and began passing the open cans around. He passed one to Party, who tried to take it.
“Um… Dr. D… why am I tied?”
“It’s what we could do to stop you from taking the needle out of your arm.”
He nodded and sat back.
“A little help, please?”
Missle Kid took another spoon and began feeding Party. He obediently ate the whole thing. We all finished.
“At least you can eat…”
“No.” Party said, he was looking green “I can’t. my stomach is burning, Dr. D…”
“Wait… are you going to…?”
Too late. He threw up. The killjoys, with their lighting quick reflexes, jumped out of the way I time. I wasn’t so lucky.
“I can’t… Dr. D… I CAN’T! I’M GONNA DIE!” Party screamed, trembling.
He was sobbing and pulling at the ropes that bound him.
“Party… calm down. It’s okay…” Pink said.
Party was crying bitterly as his eyes drifted in and out of focus. He was fighting it. “I can’t… hold it off…. It’s going to take me again…. Help me, PLEASE…!”
Pink pulled Party into a hug as he cried and struggled. Everyone’s face was a mask of horror.
“DON’T LET IT WIN!”Missle Kid screamed, running forward and taking his hand.
Party’s face was red. We stayed like that for a few minutes. He struggled against the blankness that was taking over his face as we watched. Then, it snapped. Party was plunged into blankness as his eyes lost focus. He stopped squeezing Pink’s hand. Tears kept running down his expression-less face.
“Party.” Pink was shaking him “PARTY!!”
Everything came to life. The guys united to untie Party and carry him to the infirmary. Pony pushed my wheelchair. We hooked him up to the machines and oxygen. Brain activity… blood pressure… heartbeat…. His eyes were frozen open. I closed then with my hand.
“Party. Can you hear me?”
The only sound that could be heard was Missle Kid’s crying and Pink’s shuddering.
“Guys. Take the girls outside.”
“Except me.” Cherri said, looking at Dr. D sternly.
He nodded.
Pink Insanity
Pony led me to an empty room. There, I allowed myself to break down completely. Pony pulled me into his arms and I cried and cried and screamed. He remained silent, but he was trembling too.
“Thank you so much.” I said as clearly as I could manage.
“I’m glad that I can be a MAN here.”
“Pony. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Things were so much better before.”
He pulled out a chair and I sat. He then sat down next to me. His eyes wouldn’t look up from the floor.
“Pink… can I try something…?”
I didn’t have time to answer and he was kissing me deeply. I was too shocked to even move as he locked me into the chair forcefully. I tried to push him away, but the kiss only got deeper and deeper and deeper… so deep I nearly drowned. I gave him a shove and he hit the wall. I then stood up and tried to run outside. He had closed the door.
“Don’t tell Party.”
“Pony… why did you…?”
“Don’t. Tell. Party.”
“Why did you…”
“No spark…. I guess I AM gay after all.”
He slumped to the ground with his back against the door and put his face into his hands.
“I’m so sorry, Pink. Please, PLEASE don’t tell Party.”
“I won’t tell.”
I sat next to him in silence.
Agent Cherri Cola
Once everybody had calmed down, we got back together. Tonight was Fun Ghoul’s funeral. Party had collapsed from exhaustion, but at least he had collapsed as himself. With him calm, we were able to address that matter.
“Fun Ghoul said he wanted to be burned.” Kobra said, leaning back into his chair.
“Where.”
“We could do it in the courtyard.”
“All those people…”
“They can pay their respects.” Kobra spat “It’s about time they did something.”
Kobra had been like this for the past hours. He WAS the next leader, after all. Maybe he was nervous. I stood up to help Jet haul out the body. I looked at it. I would never see him smile… never hear his laugh again…. Oh, Fun Ghoul….
“Cherri… not you too. Please, don’t cry….”
I sucked in my tears and nodded. No crying for me. He was extremely pale now. Deadly pale. I reached for his hand. Cold… and dead. If there was a heaven, he deserved to go there. We got him into a body bag and carried him out to the courtyard. All the people were in their homes. It was dark and lonely. I placed Fun Ghoul on the ground and waited for the rest of the guys to come out. Kobra brought with him a gallon of gasoline.
We lit Fun Ghoul around an hour later. Now, people had begun to gather around; whispering to one another. Every one of us put our right hands over our hearts as the flames rose higher and higher. I looked into the open body bag at his hair that was being whipped up by flames. Then, it disappeared as he was completely consumed. Silence. I looked up to see Party looking from the window. His expression was unreadable.
“So long and goodnight… Fun Ghoul.”
Sorry I stopped commenting. I've been horribly ill. But I'm back now and hope you'll continue this.
5/3/16