Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)
Chapter 26: Come angels of unknown
Kobra Kid
I opened my eyes to pain and darkness. Somebody was talking. John! I sat up as quick as I could. My head spun. Darkness all around me. Something wet and warm on my hands. Then, a ragged voice.
“Kobra… are you awake?”
“Yeah….” I answered, hating the sound of my voice.
“Put me back. I can’t help Party. I lied.”
There was a struggle in his voice.
“I can’t move, John.”
I tried to twitch my fingers or even my nose, but they wouldn’t react to me anymore. I vaguely remembered some pressure on the back of my neck. It had pushed me into the darkness. Then, a scream. Party’s scream. My body reacted instantly, tightening itself and pushing me upwards. My muscles screamed with pain. Then, I saw John’s silhouette. He was holding on to the bars as tightly as he could I could see the tense veins in his arms.
“You… what do you want now.”
“To kill all of you…. But it’s not me. It’s HIM. You have to help me; I can’t do anything about it! I didn’t want this! You have to help me!”
He had started sobbing loudly. My body gave out then and I fell again.
“You know what the medicine was like! How it trapped you inside yourself! It’s doing that to me! You have to help me!”
“Why should I.”
“Please…. PLEASE!”
He collapsed into hysteria and more crying. I began to slowly drag myself towards where I knew the door was. I had to get out of here. This guy was crazy. Another scream from upstairs. A phrase. My hands hit the bottom of the stairs. It was then that John lifted his head. He had stopped crying and had a sort of glazed look. The same one I had seen on Party. Then, he smiled.
My adrenaline shot up higher than ever before as a scream rose up my throat. My muscles burned as I shot up and stretched to reach the steps. One second too late. John was already there. He pushed me away and fell to the concrete. My jaw hit the ground and there was blood on my mouth. I immediately used my scraped hands to get up and begin running. I knew these halls. We had been here in the beginning. Back when the world seemed normal and I wasn’t being chased by a maniac. I turned a corner and smacked into a wall. Steps coming closer. He was so sure he would find me, that he was WALKING. I shook my head and put my hands to the wall…. Turn left. I began to run again, only to smack into another dead end. What was going on…? I knew these tunnels.
“Not anymore.”
A singsong voice said from very close by. It was then I felt the tremors begin. No no no no no no no no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO! I turned again and again. Walls all around me. I ran down a hall, to find it ending. Then, I turned to another. Nothing but walls.
I was going to die here.
I leaned against a wall and slid to the ground. There was a waterfall running down my face. Regret and self-loathing. It was a few seconds later that John caught up to me. He took his own sweet time getting closer and closer. Five steps… six steps…. He was enjoying this. I pushed myself into the wall, as if trying to disappear, but it was no use. Soon, he was right in front of me.
“There you are, Mikey.” He said casually.
Then, he stuck the gun to the side of my neck. I lifted my eyes. His’ were completely blank. John was gone.
“You can try calling for help now.”
I shook my head and lifted my chin. He only laughed. There was a slight glimmer in his eyes. I cleared my throat.
“Is Korse making you do this?”
“Yes? But does that matter?”
A flicker. He shook it off.
“FUN GHOUL IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!”
A full on flash. I took advantage of the opportunity to slam my fist into his gut and slap the gun away. He made a choking sound and I wrapped both my arms around his neck. Then, I began to squeeze. He sunk his nails into my arms and began to pull down skin. I gritted my teeth against the pain and tried to remember how he had immobilized me. Behind the skull….. yes, that was it. I pulled away one of my hands and jabbed my thumb behind his skull. No reaction. Had I done it right? I tried again. Nothing. Then, a voice.
“Kobra?”
I cocked my head. Missle Kid.
“Kobra? Are you down there?”
“YES! GET HELP!”
“Kobraaaaa. Are you there?”
“I’M HERE! FUCKING, GET HELP!”
A moment of silence.
“MISSLE KID!”
A few seconds.
“I can hear you! Where are you?”
“GET HELP NOW!”
Tiny footsteps. Then, yelling. I began to scream rapidly as footsteps echoed down the hallways. John had stopped struggling and was now trembling.
“Kobra…. I’m so sorry….”
I opened my eyes to pain and darkness. Somebody was talking. John! I sat up as quick as I could. My head spun. Darkness all around me. Something wet and warm on my hands. Then, a ragged voice.
“Kobra… are you awake?”
“Yeah….” I answered, hating the sound of my voice.
“Put me back. I can’t help Party. I lied.”
There was a struggle in his voice.
“I can’t move, John.”
I tried to twitch my fingers or even my nose, but they wouldn’t react to me anymore. I vaguely remembered some pressure on the back of my neck. It had pushed me into the darkness. Then, a scream. Party’s scream. My body reacted instantly, tightening itself and pushing me upwards. My muscles screamed with pain. Then, I saw John’s silhouette. He was holding on to the bars as tightly as he could I could see the tense veins in his arms.
“You… what do you want now.”
“To kill all of you…. But it’s not me. It’s HIM. You have to help me; I can’t do anything about it! I didn’t want this! You have to help me!”
He had started sobbing loudly. My body gave out then and I fell again.
“You know what the medicine was like! How it trapped you inside yourself! It’s doing that to me! You have to help me!”
“Why should I.”
“Please…. PLEASE!”
He collapsed into hysteria and more crying. I began to slowly drag myself towards where I knew the door was. I had to get out of here. This guy was crazy. Another scream from upstairs. A phrase. My hands hit the bottom of the stairs. It was then that John lifted his head. He had stopped crying and had a sort of glazed look. The same one I had seen on Party. Then, he smiled.
My adrenaline shot up higher than ever before as a scream rose up my throat. My muscles burned as I shot up and stretched to reach the steps. One second too late. John was already there. He pushed me away and fell to the concrete. My jaw hit the ground and there was blood on my mouth. I immediately used my scraped hands to get up and begin running. I knew these halls. We had been here in the beginning. Back when the world seemed normal and I wasn’t being chased by a maniac. I turned a corner and smacked into a wall. Steps coming closer. He was so sure he would find me, that he was WALKING. I shook my head and put my hands to the wall…. Turn left. I began to run again, only to smack into another dead end. What was going on…? I knew these tunnels.
“Not anymore.”
A singsong voice said from very close by. It was then I felt the tremors begin. No no no no no no no no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO! I turned again and again. Walls all around me. I ran down a hall, to find it ending. Then, I turned to another. Nothing but walls.
I was going to die here.
I leaned against a wall and slid to the ground. There was a waterfall running down my face. Regret and self-loathing. It was a few seconds later that John caught up to me. He took his own sweet time getting closer and closer. Five steps… six steps…. He was enjoying this. I pushed myself into the wall, as if trying to disappear, but it was no use. Soon, he was right in front of me.
“There you are, Mikey.” He said casually.
Then, he stuck the gun to the side of my neck. I lifted my eyes. His’ were completely blank. John was gone.
“You can try calling for help now.”
I shook my head and lifted my chin. He only laughed. There was a slight glimmer in his eyes. I cleared my throat.
“Is Korse making you do this?”
“Yes? But does that matter?”
A flicker. He shook it off.
“FUN GHOUL IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!”
A full on flash. I took advantage of the opportunity to slam my fist into his gut and slap the gun away. He made a choking sound and I wrapped both my arms around his neck. Then, I began to squeeze. He sunk his nails into my arms and began to pull down skin. I gritted my teeth against the pain and tried to remember how he had immobilized me. Behind the skull….. yes, that was it. I pulled away one of my hands and jabbed my thumb behind his skull. No reaction. Had I done it right? I tried again. Nothing. Then, a voice.
“Kobra?”
I cocked my head. Missle Kid.
“Kobra? Are you down there?”
“YES! GET HELP!”
“Kobraaaaa. Are you there?”
“I’M HERE! FUCKING, GET HELP!”
A moment of silence.
“MISSLE KID!”
A few seconds.
“I can hear you! Where are you?”
“GET HELP NOW!”
Tiny footsteps. Then, yelling. I began to scream rapidly as footsteps echoed down the hallways. John had stopped struggling and was now trembling.
“Kobra…. I’m so sorry….”
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