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Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 32: She even poked the holes so I can breathe

Party Poison

It's dark.

It's slightly cold.

And I'm alone.

I barely remember what happened before this. I just have a brief and hazy image of Pink screaming and the feeling that I'd done something terrible to her.

I try to move. To twitch. To do something. But.I can't. I'm powerless and exhausted. My breathing is shallow, but even. My heart beats in time to it. Then, a voice. Jet. He's talking to me from somewhere in the room. I listen intently. My brother... thank God he's alright.... Oh, yes. They should be interacting with town people. That's good. Home.... I fall into my thoughts about the word. About the day we had to run. About our first night in the desert and how my quick thinking saved us from starving. About how Mikey got quiet and more careful with things. About mom and dad....


"Hide under there!" Mom whispered furiously.

I took my brother's arm and pulled him under the bed. We were too big. It was a tight squeeze. Not a second too soon. In a moment, guards had invaded the house. I put my hand on Mikey's mouth as he nearly screamed at the sight of one of them slapping our mother. He was trembling with rage. It was only me holding his hand that kept him from active impulsively.

"Where are they."

"They're not home from school yet." Mom said, getting up from the floor.

"We saw them come in. Subject one did not go to apply today."

I breathed deeply to stop myself from losing it. So they knew what I had done. Mikey was looking at me with wide eyes. He was trembling, but from fear. If they found me, I was dead.

"That silly boy," mom said calmly "I'll let him know when he comes home. He probably forgot, is all. You know how a boys are with their-"

A squeal. Mikey was yanked out of the tight space and away from me.

"Found one." a guard said.

"Where is your brother?" Another asked.

"I.... I don't.... know... he... I haven't seen him all... day..."

A second of silence. Then, the sound of a slap and a loud cry.

"DONT'T LIE! If we don't find your useless brother, we'll take YOU.'

"He's underage to apply!" I heard mom scream "Please don't take him!"

Mikey was screaming as he struggled with the guards. I then crawled out of the space and kneeled before the guards.

"I'm here." I whispered "please, don't hurt him."

The guard holding Mikey pushed him to the ground and grabbed me. A gun on the side of my head.

"WAIT! NO! I-"

Another guard grabbed Mikey.

"You said that if I came you would leave him...." I whispered.

"We never said that."

We were dragged out of the house. Our mother chased us to the door, struggling to get to us. When we got outside, father was just coming home from work. He took one look at what was happening and rushed to help. A ray. A blue ray. And my father lay at our feet. Mikey screamed and closed his eyes. I was frozen. Mother was forced to drink a pill and pushed back into the house.

"MOM! MOM!!!"

We were carried towards a white van. I began to fight. Thankfully, there were only five guards. I managed to take the gun of the one holding me and soon, I had slain them all.

"Dad..."

Mikey was crying over our dad's body. I looked around myself. Backup would come soon. I grabbed my brother and pushed him into the van. There was another boy in there already. A quiet boy with poofy hair. He was bleeding from various places on his face.

I didn't actually know how to drive a car. Mikey lifted his red-eyed gaze and pointed to a pedal.

"Go." He muttered.

He then pointed to a bigger one.

"Stop."

I nodded and pulled it into gear like I'd read in many comics. The motor sputtered, but it went forward. Syrens. A laugh escaped me as I gained speed.

I tore through the Battery City sign and into the desert.

"Where are we going" Mikey yelled, over the noise. “What about-”

"It doesn't matter!" I screamed gleefully "We're free! We're fucking free!"




I was brought back to reality as another voice replaced Jet's. Pink. She greeted me softly and began to speak. She told me almost the same things Jet said. Her voice was soothing.

"I don't hate you." She said, slowly "I know it wasn't you.... I'm sorry we had to do this. It was for your own good, Party. Remember that."

She then told me where I was. In a tube. Fast asleep. A medical sleep. Where I couldn't hurt anybody. Who had I hurt? What had I done?

I tried to open my mouth to speak to her, but I couldn't lift it. Voices ran through my head as I was pushed into another memory.




After a rough night, we found a cafe.

A man called “Dr. D” got us each a room. I jumped on my bed. Before I could go to sleep, though, I noticed someone knocking softly on my door.

"M-Mikey?"

"I'm scared." He said softly, his voice trembling "can I sleep with you?"

"Of course."

I scooted over, hugged him and wrapped him in the thin blanket. He was still shivering violently.

"It's okay.... It's okay...."

A small knock. A boy I had never seen. He was thin with black hair that draped over one eye. He looked at us and smiled softly. He was wearing polka-dotted tights. There was a colorful slant over the exposed eye. The brightest red I had ever seen. Red....

"You guys okay?"

I swallowed and nodded. He walked in and sat on a small chair.

"I'm Pony. Hi."

"Pony? What kind of a name is that?"

It came out sounding stronger than I had intended.

He smirked.

"I can't say my real name or BL/ind will track me down. You should make up names too. They can't hurt your families if they don't know your last name."

Mikey shivered slightly. I ruffled his hair a bit.

"It would be for the best." I said, softly "Mikey. Come on. Time to pick a name. You want mom to be safe, right?"

At the mention of mom, his eyes went blank. I knew this was outside of his comfort zone, but this had to be discussed. We waited for a few seconds. Then, a few minutes. He was silent. He slid back into the sheet and curled up against me once more. I could feel him raking with sobs.

"Later, please." I told Pony. He nodded and left the room.

"Mikey," I whispered "do this for me. I want you to be safe. Please understand."

"No. I don't understand. I just want to go home...." Mikey sobbed, snuggling closer to me and burying his face in my shirt.

This was all my fault. If I had just signed up for the industry, none of this would've happened. Mikey didn't blame me, though. Even if I was to blame, he would never actually be the one to point fingers.

I hugged him tightly and closed my eyes. He calmed down in my warmth and put his head on my chest,

"We'll just be here for a while," I muttered sleepily "look at all the colors here. It's like a Party. If we go back, we'll be killed and manipulated."

"Pick your Poison." Mikey mumbled, before falling asleep completely.

Party....Poison. In a second, I knew my identity. It came to me just as I was about to fall asleep. Protect my baby brother. Protect my new family. And in that moment, 15 year old Gerard Way was dead.



Pink left the room and I was alone again. Beeping and whooshing. The slight sound of me breathing. Then, i began to slip. An alarm went off. I tried desperately to grab my body, but i was too tired…. too exhausted. I fell in and landed somewhere soft. Somewhere where I curled up and let the darkness cover me. Pain soothed me as I screamed silently.

“What’s going on?”

“We have to get him out of there. Dr.D! WE HAVE TO DO THIS NOW! WE’RE LOSING HIM!“

A soft woosh. Then, screams.

“PARTY! STOP! STOP!”

I tried to look, but all i could see was darkness. What was i doing?

“Hold him down! DR.D! WE NEED YOU NOW!”

Struggling. I began to feel cold. As if I were falling in water, I found myself not being able to breathe. I struggled to remain afloat, but something was weighing me down. something… some… thing….

“PARTY!! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!” Pink and Missle Kid’s frantic screams. I could hear a soft sobbing coming from the corner of the room. Cherri?

The squeaking of wheels. Then, a soft prick on my arm. Kobra’s voice.

“I think it’s too late… Dr. D… please tell me it’s not too late.”

No answer.



“Fun Ghoul?”

He smiled and waved. He was no longer wearing his killjoy getup, but a black t-shirt with a white spider on it.

“I thought you were….”

“Dead?” He laughed “Of course I am!”

“Then why are you…”

He was serious then.

“You’re dead.”

He waited a few seconds to let it sink in before giving me one of those “just kidding” smiles

“Whoah! You nearly scared me there!” I said, laughing “I thought i was-”

“You’re ALMOST dead. And apparently, i’m one of your best memories” He smiled shyly and offered his hand. “You coming?”

I took it, mesmerized. The screaming in the edge of my mind became softer as we began to walk.

“Where are we-”

“Don’t ask questions. Just walk.”

Crying in the back of my mind. I stopped walking and turned to look back.

“Come ON.” Fun Ghoul urged “You have to hurry or-”

Something swirling inside me. I gasped and Fun Ghoul frowned. He began to pull me into the blankness. I was a lot heavier though. I hadn’t been heavy a few seconds ago. His hand was burning into my wrist.

“COME ON!” He roared.

“I can’t…. I can’t…. FUN GHOUL, STOP!”

It was a battle then. I struggled against him.There was something I had to do… I wasn’t ready to go into the dark yet….

His eyes were red. He sunk his nails into my arm and things began to get hazy. I found myself being coaxed to walk. Then, a sound from the outside.

“FIGHT IT, PARTY!” I heard Missle Kid scream.

Fun Ghoul grabbed me with both hands. I was stronger now. I pushed him away and he smiled.

“Party…. I thought you WANTED to come with me.” He said, giving me puppy dog eyes.

The ground shook. We both gasped. Suddenly, he fell to the floor with his hands around his neck. He was coughing and sputtering and…. fading? The edges of his figure were slowly fading. I backed away from him as he screamed my name over and over. I wasn’t falling for it… this wasn’t my friend. My friend was gone.

I watched as he disintegrated into nothingness. Slowly and painfully, he disappeared. I looked up from the darkness to see... myself. I.... HE smiled stared me down. Wait... no. This was off. There was hatred in his eyes. Hatred and lust. He looked at me curiously and laughed.

"Fine," he said, lifting his arms up in surrender "I was just having a little fun. You can't blame yourself for that."

"FUN?!" I got up and tried to slap him, but passed right through "you're upsetting the people I love! How is that fun?!"

"You care too much about people. They'll all abandon you anyways. They always do. And then you'll just fall back in the pain.... crawl into a bottle again just like a couple of years ago....I'll be there to cut you up. Count on it."

I screamed in rage but HE only laughed harder.



"Gera- uh, Party?" I heard my brother call.

I hid the bottle under the mattress just as he came in. We had lost seven killjoys to the guards. I had been in charge of the operation. Their lives.... had been in my hands.

Kobra sat next to me, cross-legged, as I tried not to fall over.

"How are you feeling?"

"Great." I lied "it wasn't my fault."

I tried to get up, Then. Big mistake. I stumbled and hit the ground with a thud.

"GEE!"

"No... stay away..."

Too late. He had seen the bottle and taken a good whiff of the booze on my breath.

"You're.... drunk?!"

I began to cry. I picked up the bottle, drained it dry, then broke it into a million pieces. I grabbed one of the biggest shards and put in on my wrist.

"NO!! STOP!!"

He jumped on me and wrenched the hand holding the shard.

"Stay away" I mumbled "please... I can't take it anymore. I'll never make a good leader. Dr. D was wrong."

The alcohol was making my head spin. The alcohol…. and something else. I held on to my brother tightly.

"What's going on....” Pony’s voice “oh my- Dr. D!"

Too many people. I hid my face in shame as he came into the room. My hands kept fighting against my brother's, but he kept his hold firm.

"You have to help him," He said to Dr. D "is there anything we can do?"

I mumbled something that not even I understood and closed my eyes. A clink. I tested out Kobra's grip. It was still strong. Dang.... my little bro could choke a vampire with that grip. I could hear him searching under the bed with his free hand. I knew what he found.

"No.... stop it...." I heard him sob as he shook me "you have to snap out of it! Where did you even get this?"

The crinkle of a plastic bag as I felt him shiver. His voice was lined with worry.

"You'll kill yourself if you go on like this.... doesn't all this matter to you anymore?!"

He felt me testing his grip and tightened it again.

"What is this?!" He asked, shaking me angrily.

I opened one eye. Everything was spinning. I groaned.

"It's marijuana ,Mikey. I think we both know it is."

"When did you...? When."

"The raid when you nearly lost your leg because of MY orders."

"THAT WAS LIKE A MONTH AGO! My leg is fine!"

He wrenched the glass out of my hand. It had gone completely limp. Dammit.... I was so high I couldn't think straight....

"If you die... I'm coming with you."

"No.... you can't-"

"No one will be able to stop me! Why do you even care?!"

"You're my baby brother.... I want to keep you safe."

"Then don't die."

Silence. But it was only because the full effect of the drugs and booze was weighing me down. I felt him pick me up and place me on the bed gently. He ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel the pain this was causing him; but when I opened my eyes, his face was free of all feeling.

"Another raid today." He said, softly "Pony won't lead, so I'll have to."

I tried to stand up, but he pushed me down.

"No.... you can't-" I mumbled, fighting him.

"I HAVE to. You're sick."

My fault yet again that he was being put into the line of fire. I was such a horrible brother.

"I can do it...."

I tried to stand. Kobra caught me before I fell. Then and there, I threw up. It burned my throat. Pony came forward with a glass of water. I drank it down. Dr. D had been standing at the door all this time. His face was in shock. Kobra handed him the bag and he took it without a word.

"Stop..." I mumbled "I need it."

A tear ran down Kobra's emotionless face.

"No. You don't."

He roughly picked me up, wrapped me in the blanket, took a chair, and sat by the bed.

"I'm going to sit here until you promise to wake up. Even if that means we'll have to go without food for a day or two. You're more important."

"I can't... I can't..."

"Yes you can."

"You don't understand.... I can't stop... I can't stop at all!"

Understanding of my addiction dawned on my brother. He pulled me into his arms as I sobbed quietly.

"We'll help you." I heard Pony say "after all, we ARE family."

"But you have to tell us." Dr. D said softly "where did you get this?"

"Y-your medicine cabinet... I was looking for a painkiller and I found it in the back."

"Medical use, Party. This is only supposed to be used on medical cases. You could've died."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Kobra hugged me tighter as I cried on him for nearly an hour. Then, it was time for the raid.

"Promise you'll stop."

"I... I'll try...."

Soon after they were gone, I found myself sneaking back to the cabinet. Hot tears ran down my face as I grabbed the bag again. I NEEDED it. Badly. I had already smoked half of the makeshift cigarette when I jumped back. No... no... I wasn't going to keep betraying them. I had to stop... I had to... I spied a jar of sleeping pills. I quickly nabbed it and drank down three. Everything was hazy as I stumbled back.

“Hello? Dr. D?”

A female voice. She came into the room to find me lying on the floor. She instantly went over to help me sit up.

“Are they out on the raid?”

“Yeah….” I mumbled “Who are you?”

“Agent Cherri Cola. One of Dr. D’s field agents. At your service. And you?”

“Party. Poison.”

“YOU’RE PARTY?!”

Her eyes got wide instantly and she smiled.

“Dr. D tells me you got the stuff to lead all of us…. I can kinda see what he means just by looking at you.”

“At what? At this human wreckage?”

“Your eyes. You’ve been through hell. You’re leader material, kid.”

I scowled. She wasn’t much older. Why was she calling me “Kid?” She stuck out her tongue and looked at the cigarette i had flung across the room.

“Don’t smoke that. It might come in handy. Plus, it’ll make you sick, trust me. I was the first one to try it out. Not worth it.”

I whimpered.

“Please don’t tell them-”

“I won’t. I get it. Stuff gets you hard.”

She helped me stand and led me back to my room. There, she wrapped me up in the sheets and smiled.

“I’m going to lock the door. Tell me if you need me to tie you up too.”

“No, it’s okay. I can handle it.”




I opened my eyes slowly to a haze. People calling my name…. what?

Notes

Lots of things happening all at once. thoughts?

Comments

Sorry I stopped commenting. I've been horribly ill. But I'm back now and hope you'll continue this.

@ATOMIC_IMPLODER
for you, honey bear

*cries tears of fluffy beautiful joy*

@BLOOD'Y REVENGE
So much.keep going

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12/30/14

@BLOOD'Y REVENGE
So much.keep going

ATOMIC_IMPLODER ATOMIC_IMPLODER
12/30/14