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Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 38: Pills don't help but it sure is funny

Jet Star

Party was screaming again. He would do this for hours at a time. Scream for Pink and curse out the guard. The rest of us just watched helplessly as his voice died down little by little. When that happened, he would cry. For hours. For days. For who knows how long. Party had just begun to cry when a small noise filled the cells. Coughing. I looked to Kobra. He was the one coughing. He was huddled in a corner and his food lay untouched. He had stopped eating weeks ago. Not spoken a word since. More quiet than usual. He coughed harder and put his hands around his neck. I saw Missle Kid stand up in her cell and call out to him. He nodded without looking at her.

"Guys. We have to get out of here... Snap out if it!" I yelled.

I stood up and kicked the bars with all my strength. Nothing. Pain shot up my leg and I recoiled. Shit. Party watched me silently. At least He had stopped crying. He too hadn't spoken in weeks, except for the yelling. A small shuffling of feet. I looked up as a shadow moved closer to Party's cell. A whisper.

"Party. It's me."

He looked up. I saw his expression break and turn into a soft smile. A smile I hadn't seen in what seemed like forever.

"I'm going to get you out of here. All of you."

I saw him look around her, in fear, and shake his head. He ran his index finger across his throat.

"Party. What's wrong with your voice?"

He didn't answer. He just shook his head and reached out across the bars to hold her hand. Then he mouthed the word 'run.'
She shook her head and reach through to touch his cheek. He shivered at her touch and lowered his head.

"Jet. Why doesn't he speak to me? What did 2 do?"

"He can't." I mumbled, exhausted "he ran out of voice some time ago. Isn't it dangerous for you to be down here?"

"I had to show you guys I was alright. For now."

She then looked back to Party. He held her hand between both of his and had it on his lips.

"I'm going to kill him." She said, in a low voice.

Our eyes darted to her. She wouldn't be able to. He would take her out before she ever had the chance. What was she thinking? I saw Party squeeze her hand tighter. He shook his head. We all shook our heads.

"I'm going to get him alone," she continued softly, while stroking Party's hair gently "I'm going to make him drop his guard. And then, I'll stab him to death."

The amount of hate in her voice was incredible. She then quickly began to tell us what was going on. Agent 2 had regained control of the industry. A few minutes of talking. Then, she looked down. Party had fallen asleep in her arms. He hadn't heard what she said. Pink slowly removed her hands from him and lay him on the ground gently. She looked towards me.

"Wait for my signal. When he wakes up.... tell him I love him.."

I nodded and she swallowed. She then turned around and slowly made her way out. A few hours later, Party woke up. He cursed himself and sunk his nails into his wrist for what seemed the longest time.

"Pink told me to tell you that she loves you. We're supposed to wait for her signal."

Movement. I looked to see Kobra curling up on the ground. Even in the darkness, I could see he was pale. Deathly pale. I swallowed and looked to Missle Kid. Tired and with no more brightness left. This couldn't be the end.... this couldn't be. I shook the thought out of my head and looked to the cell where Pony had been. He wasn't there anymore. They had taken him out of there about three days ago. He hadn't come back. Mad Gear was in a cell across from him. Currently asleep. Mad Gear who trusted the killjoys enough to go with the plan without even questioning the sanity of it... He hadn't given up. Every day, He would kick the bars with all his strength and try to calm Party down like the rest of us. Every day, He would toss his tray into Missle Kid's cell, half-filled with mush, insisting that he wasn't hungry and that she would probably want it. I sighed and leaned against the wall. A small sound. I pulled my feet back. Please don't be rats, please don't be rats.... Not rats. Cherri playing with her car keys. A door opening. A guard. He brought two trays of food. He put them two by two, making trips back to get the rest. Then, he was gone. Silence again. I edged towards my food. Party, Cherri and Missle Kid were already at theirs. Kobra didn't move.

"Kobra.... come on. You have to eat."

"What's the point."

I was taken aback by his argument.

"Staying alive is the point! We can't give up!"

"Why."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WITH 'WHY'. DON'T YOU WANNA LIVE ANYMORE?!"

His eyes filled up with tears and after a second, he shook his head. Party got up. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. He was straining it too much.

"We'll get out of this, guys. We can't let that motherfucker win."

Everyone looked up. Party was extremely pale and shaky. Mad Gear smiled.

“Preach.”

Party gave him a soft smile.

"He'll try, but he can't keep us in the dark forever. I just realized I've been an idiot these last weeks. Time to get out of my depression and start acting like team leader again. We have to be ready. Pink is… our only hope. We have to be there for her or the plan will fail. Kobra.”

Kobra looked up slightly.

“Take care of yourself. They killed dad and drugged mom. Are you gonna let them get away with that while YOU SIT HERE AND FEEL SORRY FOR YOURSELF?!”

Kobra’s eyes widened and he looked to the ground. He tightened his teeth and shook his head. He looked up again. All weakness was gone.
"I have a plan." Kobra said softly "It might help us get out of here and up there in time to help Pink."

Before any of us could ask, Kobra stood up and screamed. He picked up his tray and began to bang at the bars. It was a few minutes before guards came down. They opened the door to Kobra's cell. He instantly tried to push past them. They held him down, though. And beat him. Party was screaming.... Or at least trying to scream. They hit him for a long time. Then, they threw him to the edge of the cell.

"Kobra? KOBRA! Are you awake? Please answer! Party's losing it!"

It took a few seconds, but Kobra finally looked up. He had a black eye and his lip was busted, but he was smiling.

"I got it" He said hoarsely.

I looked to his hand. Two small keys. Suddenly, his whole plan made sense. He stood up and discretely tried both keys on his door. Nothing. He threw them to Mad Gear. One of the keys made a 'click' on his door. Mad Gear cheered silently and threw the other one to Party. Nothing. Party threw it to me. I tried it on my lock. Yes! Now all we had to do, was wait for Pink's signal.

Pink Insanity

I snuck out of the small prison and back to my room. It was a few seconds before 2 came in.

"Where were you."

"I went exploring."

He frowned.

"Stop going to places where I can't see you. If you are to be with me, you must learn to behave."

I nodded. He took my hand and led me out of my room. Down the halls. Into a room. Pony. Tied to a chair. Cut and bruised. I managed to stop myself from reacting in time. I had to pretend to still be drugged or my plan wouldn't work.

'Pink!" Pony's eyes were wide "Are you okay. Did he do anything to you?"

I pretended to be sleepy. 2 led me to a chair and I sat down. He walked over to the table and grabbed a needle. He injected Pony and stepped back. A smug smile.

It was a moment before it hit. But when it did, Pony screamed like he was on fire. 2 immediately gagged him. The sound was now considerably muted. Pony twisted all around as he let out a series of strangled screams that seemed to not be separated all.

"Why him.' I asked dully.

2 looked at my eyes. I kept them nice and blank for him. After a few seconds of examination, he said:

"I decided to pick one of the youngest ones. This one personally gets on my nerves."

I nodded emptily. Pony had stopped screaming and was now panting. His eyes were sparkling with tears that he was too proud to shed. 2 smiled and got another needle. He injected this one into Pony too. A dark red liquid. Back to screaming. But these screams were louder. More pained.

"Don't you just love it when they scream."

I remained very still. When that needle was done, Pony looked frazzled and incredibly battered. He said something into the gag. I couldn't understand a thing. He said it again. He looked to me and said it again. Screamed it this time.

"You really shouldn't talk when you're told not to." 2 said.

He took a small blade off the table and pressed it to Pony's neck. Slowly, he began to cut a line across.

"Let's take care of that little.... disobedience of yours."

Pony gurgled something. Pleaded. Begged. The tears had released from his eyes. 2 pulled the line wider. Then, he reached for a small, hooked tool on a metal tray. He stuck it into the wound and made a shushing sound as Pony cried out in pain. He maneuvered the small thin utensil expertly, and soon there was a mess of blood. My head was spinning. I was frozen to my seat.

"There," 2 said after a while "all better now."

He grabbed a clear bottle from the table and poured the liquid on Pony's wound. Pony was half conscious. I saw him flinch in pain. 2 grabbed a white bandage and wrapped it around Pony's neck.

"What's the matter? Nothing to say?"

He removed the gag from Pony's mouth. Pony attempted to speak, but choked sounds was all he managed. Then, he passed out. 2 smiled a wide grin. He then noticed my sharp vision and trembling. 2 approached me before I got over the shock.

He placed a pill into my mouth and watched me until I swallowed. Then, he checked my mouth. He sighed in relief.

"I just want what's best for you." He murmured into my hair.

His voice sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to push him away. To run and get Party so he could kill this mother-. My vision spun and I clutched 2's arm. He snickered and played with my hair.

No no no.... not again. False happiness bubbled up. A tear. 2 caught it before it had the chance to slide.

"Just relax," he murmured "don't think. Ever."

He picked me off the chair, bridal style, and carried me down the long hallways. Everything was blurry. And then, I fell into the haze. I saw 2 smile as he stepped into my room and laid me down on the white bed, gently. He whispered something I didn't quite catch and smiled a smile that could freeze ice. Then, he left. Inside of my daze, I heard the door locking.

That pill.... I didn't recognize these side effects....


I woke up to darkness. I was afraid. I jumped out of bed and went to the door. It was open. I found myself walking aimlessly. Into a room. A light was turned on. An exhausted sigh.

2 stood up from his chair and rubbed his eyes. When he saw me, He smiled. A demonic smile. My body trembled and I had to hold on to something. He came closer.

"I saw the security footage" He smirked "how are you going to kill me when all your muscles are sore?"

It was then I noticed the terrible squeezing inside my arms. He smiled wider when he saw me make the realization.

"I am the best of the best," he said, coming closer "you never had a chance of beating me at all."

He pressed my arm with his finger and the muscle screamed. My stomach rolled. God, How I HATED this guy! He took a small knife of of his belt and placed it on the table in front of me. I reached for it, but couldn't pick it up when I had it in my fingers. It was heavy.

"Go ahead," 2 said, stretching rather mockingly "if you don't take it, Poison and his friends never get out of those cells and I'll have experiments for a whole month."

I pulled on my arms as hard as I could. They screamed, but helped me slowly raise the thing until I had it pointed at 2. He looked amused. Then, I ran to him. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening. A few seconds too late. By then, I had jammed the small knife into his ribs. He pushed me back and looked down at it. It was completely down to the hilt. He looked back up at me with questioning eyes.

“You’re not supposed to be able to move.”

I saw his eyes flicker to the door slightly before settling on me and giving a cool, well-practiced, grin. His fingers touched the knife. He winced and pulled away. If I could just…. I lunged towards him again. My muscled locked when my fingers gripped the knife. 2 spun me around with him and punched me in the gut. I fell, taking the knife with me. He smiled. His smile soon disappeared as the now open wound filled with blood. His hand rose to it, but it was too much. He scowled and kicked me in the face. Then, he pressed a button on the desk and spoke into the small microphone. More blood. I could see his cool resolve slowly slipping away.

“You know what? I don’t care what that old man said. I’m going to kill you right now.”

His gun was pulled out from its holster and pointed at me. I swallowed. A shot. Missing me. I opened my eyes to see him look at the gun critically. Then, he looked down at the wound. I had pierced a lung. He coughed and spat out blood. He cussed and pressed the button on the desk again.

I tried to get up, but my muscles had gone completely rigid. He aimed his gun at me again and fired. Miss. Miss. Miss. He groaned in exasperation and reached down to pry the knife from my fingers.

I bit him. He pulled back, clearly surprised, and completely lost it. He kicked me in the face. Then, yanked the knife out of my hands as if from a toddler.

He was teetering back and forth. His eyes were out of focus as he pressed the button again. I took the time to stand up slowly as he shook his head over and over and over. He mumbled something I didn't quite understand before turning to me again, but I wasn't there. His eyes scanned the room for a second before noticing I was behind him. A solid blow to the back sent him reeling forward. He cussed and rolled over to kick me before I could advance any closer. His hand flew to the wound on his ribs again. He scowled and grabbed my ankle, knocking me down.

The door burst open and dracs came in. Two. I could handle them. 2 was in no position to fight. He was coughing and wheezing like it was the end of the world. I took his gun and shot down the two guards before they could notice anything was happening. Then, I pointed it at 2. There was no trace of his once smug grin. There was now pure and utter hatred.

“I should’ve killed all of you scum when I had the chance. Go ahead. Kill me and the jail gets gassed. Poison dies along with me.”

My eyes got wide and his smug smile was back.

“Y-You’re lying.”

“Are you really going to test that?”

“You know what? I’m fucking done with you.”

I shot him in the chest. And then, in the shoulder. He gasped and fell back. More blood on his lips. He squeezed something in his right hand.

“B-Bitch! Now they’re dead! All because of you!”

“SHUT UP!”

I kicked him in the jaw and heard a crack. He then pulled something out of his pants pocket. A small button. He pressed it. I heard a small beep from the loudspeakers.

"Dead!" He whispered ferociously.

I kicked him in the face again. He was making no effort to fight me.

"You better run... No more time."

He gritted his teeth and groaned. I jumped up and had to hold on to the desk to keep myself upright. Party... Missile Kid... Jet.... all of them.... in danger!

I stumbled out of the room and began to make my way across the halls.

Kobra Kid

A small beep and the air began to thicken. I could faintly see a greenish cloud making its way down.

"Guys... GUYS!!"

No one was paying attention. They were all looking at Pony, who had recently come back from the upstairs world. He had a bandage around his neck and could not talk. They had thrown him in with Mad Gear, who was controlling his sobs. The first wave of gas hit my face. Poison gas.

"GUYS!!!"

All of the eyes flew towards me and they followed my pointing finger to the smoke that was nearly upon us. Jet got up and pushed his cell door open. Mad Gear did the same. Jet rushed to my door. Mad Gear disappeared with Pony up the stairs for a few minutes. Then, he came back with a bloody face and an armful of guns. He handed them around quickly. A skiddle. Pink came in after him, holding a handful of keys. The cells opened one after another. All... except Party's cell. Pink tried all the keys up to three times. Nothing. Missle Kid had been taken upstairs. It was Jet, Pink, Mad Gear and Me. We were all coughing. It was in that moment that Pink collapsed. Mad Gear picked her up and took her upstairs. He then came back with a guard by the neck. The guard looked at the door and shakily tried all of his keys. Nothing.

I was dizzy. Party was signaling for us to leave. To leave him. I only shook my head and tried again and again. We put our shirts over our noses and mouths to try to stop the gas. We needed to get him out of there....

Another beep. Party stepped back from the door. His eyes were bloodshot. I screamed his name as he fell. I fought against the bars.... but they wouldn't yield to me. I couldn't save him... My brother... would die.

Notes

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

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12/30/14

@BLOOD'Y REVENGE
So much.keep going

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12/30/14