Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)
Chapter 42: Burn Bright
Party Poison
After slow and loving sex, I pulled Pink into my arms. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair. I kissed her lips gently and rubbed her hips.
“Damn, it.” She whispered. “When’s the nightmare going to end?”
I kissed her neck and snuggled closer.
“Soon, baby. It’s all gonna work out.”
A few seconds of silence. Then, Pink laughed softly.
“What?”
“Come on.”
She got off the bed and dragged me to the shower. There, we cuddled under the hot spray of the water; our hair dyes mixing in the drain water to create a color unlike any other.
“The chinese woman.” Pink said.
“Yes?”
“I recognize that bitch. Used to teach me. Used to fuck around with Korse too.”
“That’s…”
“Disgusting?” She offered.
“Y-Yeah!”
I burst out laughing and Pink laughed too. We were still laughing when we threw our clothes on and exited the room. We were still laughing when we made our way down the hall.
We entered the lunch room to find Kobra, Pony, Jet, Cherri and Mad Gear playing poker. I was just about to ask who was winning when Mad Gear threw down his cards on the table and screamed;
“KISS MY ASS AND HAND OVER THE MONEY!”
Everyone groaned as pockets began to open. He got a small bag of skittles from Kobra, a peck from Pony, a pair of sunglasses from Jet and nailpolish from Cherri.
As soon as we entered the room, they all looked at us.
“Jeez, big brother.” Kobra said, cocking his head. “Scream a little louder, all of BL/ind would have been in on it.”
“Shut up.”
Mad Gear took the cards from everyone’s hands and began to shuffle them in an oversized deck.
“Where’s Missile Kid?” I asked.
“She’s with Dr. D.” Jet said, taking a swig of a canned beverage.
Mad Gear gave the nail polish in his hands to Pony who squealed and flipped the bird playfully at Cherri.
I took a seat and pulled Pink onto my lap.
“Let’s review our next move.” I said.
Heads were lifted and everyone nodded.
“It’s going to be raining acid tomorrow. We need to get the citizens their food before that happens. Jet and Kobra, you are in charge of transport. Mad Gear, Pony and Cherri. I want information. Make that lady talk.”
Kobra cracked his knuckles and Cherri laughed.
“We are NOT going to beat her up, Kobra.”
“Why NOT!?” Kobra whined. “She’s been a real bitch since she got out! Maybe we should just stick her back into dark and gloomy!”
“Pink and I are going to separate and package everything properly for tomorrow.”
Jet laughed softly. “Just don’t have sex on the peas. I like those.”
“Okay!” Pink said brightly. “But everywhere else is good?”
Everyone made a ‘yuck’ face. Mad gear was just handing out the cards when a huge ‘CRASH’ was heard from inside.
Before we could move, Pink’s mother ran into the room. Carrying a gun. She looked around at all of us, wildly. Finally, her eyes rested on Pink.
Then, she put the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger.
Pink screamed. My arms shot out to grab her, but missed. Pink crashed to the ground as the guys jumped out of their seats.
“WHAT THE FUCK, WASN’T SHE TIED?!” Jet screamed.
“GET PINK AWAY FROM HER!” I yelled.
Mad Gear grabbed Pink’s feet and dragged her struggling form away from her mother’s body.
The gun had actually malfunctioned and the ray was still stuck inside it. It was emitting a high, whiny sound. Meaning, it could explode in any second. No way I wanted my wife anywhere near something that could explode. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever again.
Pink’s mother was sobbing on the floor. The pressure the gun had produced had knocked her down and left her clutching her head. She was bleeding slightly from what seemed to be an earlier wound.
“PARTY!” I looked up to see Missile Kid entering the room. she looked absolutely battered. “PINK’S MOM-”
Pony grabbed her and pulled her away from the whining bomb. Okay.
“One minute.” Jet said. “CLEAR. NOW.”
Mad Gear slung Pink over his shoulder and Pony dragged Missile Kid out of the way.
Jet came closer to me.
“If that explodes…” he started.
“It won’t.” I said. “I’m getting the ray out before the fusion happens.”
Before Jet could stop me, I took a dive for the gun and pulled in into my hands. It was vibrating and searing hot. Still, I got a good grip on the thing and began jiggling the trigger. It hardly budged. A smell filled the air. The smell of burning flesh.
“PARTY!!!” Pink shrieked.
The gun got hotter and hotter. There was a small sound then as the hot ray bullet slipped into my hand. It took all my willpower not to drop it. I threw the gun to Jet and smashed the bullet on the floor with all my strength, as far away from us as I could.
The tiny thing exploded into a yellow, but considerable small, mushroom cloud.
My hand was bleeding. Internally. The skin was charred and peeling. A light smoke adorned the damage that had been done.
“We need something to stop the blood from clotting.” Pony said.
Everything seemed to happen too fast then. I kneeled on the floor, gripping my hand as everyone rushed around me. I was slightly aware of Pink holding me in her arms. Something cold was pressed against my hand and then there was a slight pain. I looked down to find Pony squeezing some of the blood out of my hand. He had placed a tourniquet on my arm.
“You’ll be perfectly fine.” He told me, a small twinkle in his eye. “Gosh, Party. That thing could’ve blown your arm off. That took balls.”
We all looked down to the shivering woman on the floor. She was silently staring at all of us. Pink wouldn’t meet her eye.
“One, seventeen, twenty two.” the lady mumbled.
“Excuse me?” Jet asked, almost angrily.
“One, seventeen, twenty two.” The woman repeated. “That’s the code Korse gave me.”
Jet quickly grabbed an old wrapper and leaned down to use some of my blood to write down the numbers on it.
“The code to what?” Missile Kid asked.
“The Door.” Pink’s mother said simply.
“What door.” We all asked, nearly at the same time.
The woman stood up shakily and began to walk across the hall. We followed silently. Dr. D called from his room. Pony and Mad Gear went there. In a few seconds, they caught up with us. Dr. D was half asleep in his wheelchair.
“What are we even looking for?” Kobra whispered. “For all we know, whatever we’re looking for could have blown up in the blast or be full of dead bodies.
We turned to a dark hallway. Party clucked his tongue and all our hands went to the guns at our sides.
We were led into Korse’s room. Home of so many memories.
The woman entered the code into a broken keypad behind Korse’s tank. Nothing.
“See?” Kobra whined. “The door is bro-”
The door opened to show a room full of filing cabinets. I squeezed my hand to try and calm down the pain I was feeling. Dammit… I had to be careful with these things or I could lose a hand next time.
In the room, there were pictures on the wall. Pictures of me, pictures of Jet, pictures of Kobra… Mad Gear, Pony, Dr. D, Missile Kid, Fun Ghoul, Cherri… John. Pictures of us as babies and at different points in our lives. I recognized a few of the pictures to be me when I was 7. then again when I was 10.
“Creepy.” Pony and Mad Gear muttered at the same time. Well, Pony WHISPERED while Mad Gear muttered.
Immediately, we went to the cabinet marked “Killjoys.”
My baby teeth were in there, in the box marked ‘Poison.’
As soon as I made the discovery, people ran to the cabinets and found their own boxes.
Things we’d lost a long time ago. Or thought we’d lost.
I saw Pony open his box and bury his face in Mad Gear’s shoulder. Mad Gear then slowly pulled out a small piece of plastic and whispered something to Pony. Pony nodded into his chest and Mad Gear stroked his hair. He flipped the photo over.
“These are Pony’s parents.” He said softly.
There was a stampede to get to the picture. When we saw it, it was terrible. The woman holding a three-year-old child looked like she was close to death. There were bags under her eyes, but she still tried to smile. The man next to her had his face covered by a white, BL/ind mask. He was holding another young boy.
“Pony… this could very well be a-”
“Read the back.” Mad Gear whispered, as he kissed Pony’s hair.
I flipped the picture over.
‘To our dear son, Ricardo. Sorry we couldn’t be with you. Duty first. Take care of your brother.’
Pony started screaming and Mad Gear couldn’t get him to calm down.
Jet reaching inside his box and pulling out a guitar pick. He smiled softly and put it on his chest.
Cherri finding a pink and worn out hair bow. She tried her best not to sniffle as she rubbed some grime off it and put it back in the small box.
I opened Fun Ghoul’s box. Papers fell from it as soon as I opened it. It had been jammed all the way to the lid with… song lyrics! I picked up one of the papers that fell and looked it over. Complete and utter genius…. The world had to hear this. I put the lid back on and put it close to the door. that way, I would remember to take it.
My box contained a few pictures of me and my brother as children… a few teeth and the keys to the American Widow. Also, another pair of… pink keys?
I threw them back and Pink caught them. She squealed and pocketed them right away.
There was also an extra picture. Me. Dressed in green tights. I grabbed that picture, folded it, and put it in my pocket before anyone noticed it.
Kobra had a few bass strings and an ipod. There were also other things in the box which he didn’t let us see. He jammed the lid on the box and put it back in the cabinet. He turned his back to it and refused to answer any more questions regarding the matter.
Pink’s mother collapsed from the earlier wound. Dr. D grabbed his box and Mad Gear helped carry Pink’s mother out of the room.
Everyone who was going to take their boxes took them outside. Only I remained.
Why would Korse have this much information on us?
I walked around the room slowly. Something smelled… radioactive.
Something else we weren’t being told…. But what was it?
I walked to the furthest file cabinet to find a census. Back in 2018, a census had been done. Every person had their own personal file with their blood types, allergies… likes and dislikes. It was scary, actually.
John.
I stopped to look at the picture.
Name: John
Nickname: Johnny
Status: Captured with his sister, Jenny and brought back for examination
I closed the file and put it back into the cabinet. Tehn, I browsed over the names. Nothing called my attention much… until I got to the end.
Name: Grace Jeanette
Nickname: N/A
Status: On examination. (see file 5 for details)
I looked at the picture. A younger Missile Kid looked back at me. I put the file on the cabinet and looked around. File 5 was just behind the one I was checking right now.
I opened it. It was terribly dusty and also full to the brim. I finally found the file labeled ‘Grace Jeanette’ and opened it. It described a series of tests that were to be done with her blood. Some had been executed, some hadn’t.
“Party?”
I flipped around to find Missile Kid standing behind me.
“Please don’t check that file. You won’t like what you find.”
She took off her jacket, and I saw a long scar. It looked like someone had sliced her arm open many years ago. She whimpered and ran into my arms. I dropped the file and apologized.
The night was still and silent. It was full of soft sobbing and snoring.
“What’s bothering you?” Pink asked, turning to look at me.
“Just worried.” I whispered. “We need to get out of here. We need to have a normal life….”
“It’s a process, Party.” Pink said sleepily, “It needs some time to settle. Things are getting better though. At least now people won’t starve.”
I kissed all over her face and she giggled.
“You always know how to make me feel better.” I murmured into her neck.
After slow and loving sex, I pulled Pink into my arms. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair. I kissed her lips gently and rubbed her hips.
“Damn, it.” She whispered. “When’s the nightmare going to end?”
I kissed her neck and snuggled closer.
“Soon, baby. It’s all gonna work out.”
A few seconds of silence. Then, Pink laughed softly.
“What?”
“Come on.”
She got off the bed and dragged me to the shower. There, we cuddled under the hot spray of the water; our hair dyes mixing in the drain water to create a color unlike any other.
“The chinese woman.” Pink said.
“Yes?”
“I recognize that bitch. Used to teach me. Used to fuck around with Korse too.”
“That’s…”
“Disgusting?” She offered.
“Y-Yeah!”
I burst out laughing and Pink laughed too. We were still laughing when we threw our clothes on and exited the room. We were still laughing when we made our way down the hall.
We entered the lunch room to find Kobra, Pony, Jet, Cherri and Mad Gear playing poker. I was just about to ask who was winning when Mad Gear threw down his cards on the table and screamed;
“KISS MY ASS AND HAND OVER THE MONEY!”
Everyone groaned as pockets began to open. He got a small bag of skittles from Kobra, a peck from Pony, a pair of sunglasses from Jet and nailpolish from Cherri.
As soon as we entered the room, they all looked at us.
“Jeez, big brother.” Kobra said, cocking his head. “Scream a little louder, all of BL/ind would have been in on it.”
“Shut up.”
Mad Gear took the cards from everyone’s hands and began to shuffle them in an oversized deck.
“Where’s Missile Kid?” I asked.
“She’s with Dr. D.” Jet said, taking a swig of a canned beverage.
Mad Gear gave the nail polish in his hands to Pony who squealed and flipped the bird playfully at Cherri.
I took a seat and pulled Pink onto my lap.
“Let’s review our next move.” I said.
Heads were lifted and everyone nodded.
“It’s going to be raining acid tomorrow. We need to get the citizens their food before that happens. Jet and Kobra, you are in charge of transport. Mad Gear, Pony and Cherri. I want information. Make that lady talk.”
Kobra cracked his knuckles and Cherri laughed.
“We are NOT going to beat her up, Kobra.”
“Why NOT!?” Kobra whined. “She’s been a real bitch since she got out! Maybe we should just stick her back into dark and gloomy!”
“Pink and I are going to separate and package everything properly for tomorrow.”
Jet laughed softly. “Just don’t have sex on the peas. I like those.”
“Okay!” Pink said brightly. “But everywhere else is good?”
Everyone made a ‘yuck’ face. Mad gear was just handing out the cards when a huge ‘CRASH’ was heard from inside.
Before we could move, Pink’s mother ran into the room. Carrying a gun. She looked around at all of us, wildly. Finally, her eyes rested on Pink.
Then, she put the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger.
Pink screamed. My arms shot out to grab her, but missed. Pink crashed to the ground as the guys jumped out of their seats.
“WHAT THE FUCK, WASN’T SHE TIED?!” Jet screamed.
“GET PINK AWAY FROM HER!” I yelled.
Mad Gear grabbed Pink’s feet and dragged her struggling form away from her mother’s body.
The gun had actually malfunctioned and the ray was still stuck inside it. It was emitting a high, whiny sound. Meaning, it could explode in any second. No way I wanted my wife anywhere near something that could explode. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever again.
Pink’s mother was sobbing on the floor. The pressure the gun had produced had knocked her down and left her clutching her head. She was bleeding slightly from what seemed to be an earlier wound.
“PARTY!” I looked up to see Missile Kid entering the room. she looked absolutely battered. “PINK’S MOM-”
Pony grabbed her and pulled her away from the whining bomb. Okay.
“One minute.” Jet said. “CLEAR. NOW.”
Mad Gear slung Pink over his shoulder and Pony dragged Missile Kid out of the way.
Jet came closer to me.
“If that explodes…” he started.
“It won’t.” I said. “I’m getting the ray out before the fusion happens.”
Before Jet could stop me, I took a dive for the gun and pulled in into my hands. It was vibrating and searing hot. Still, I got a good grip on the thing and began jiggling the trigger. It hardly budged. A smell filled the air. The smell of burning flesh.
“PARTY!!!” Pink shrieked.
The gun got hotter and hotter. There was a small sound then as the hot ray bullet slipped into my hand. It took all my willpower not to drop it. I threw the gun to Jet and smashed the bullet on the floor with all my strength, as far away from us as I could.
The tiny thing exploded into a yellow, but considerable small, mushroom cloud.
My hand was bleeding. Internally. The skin was charred and peeling. A light smoke adorned the damage that had been done.
“We need something to stop the blood from clotting.” Pony said.
Everything seemed to happen too fast then. I kneeled on the floor, gripping my hand as everyone rushed around me. I was slightly aware of Pink holding me in her arms. Something cold was pressed against my hand and then there was a slight pain. I looked down to find Pony squeezing some of the blood out of my hand. He had placed a tourniquet on my arm.
“You’ll be perfectly fine.” He told me, a small twinkle in his eye. “Gosh, Party. That thing could’ve blown your arm off. That took balls.”
We all looked down to the shivering woman on the floor. She was silently staring at all of us. Pink wouldn’t meet her eye.
“One, seventeen, twenty two.” the lady mumbled.
“Excuse me?” Jet asked, almost angrily.
“One, seventeen, twenty two.” The woman repeated. “That’s the code Korse gave me.”
Jet quickly grabbed an old wrapper and leaned down to use some of my blood to write down the numbers on it.
“The code to what?” Missile Kid asked.
“The Door.” Pink’s mother said simply.
“What door.” We all asked, nearly at the same time.
The woman stood up shakily and began to walk across the hall. We followed silently. Dr. D called from his room. Pony and Mad Gear went there. In a few seconds, they caught up with us. Dr. D was half asleep in his wheelchair.
“What are we even looking for?” Kobra whispered. “For all we know, whatever we’re looking for could have blown up in the blast or be full of dead bodies.
We turned to a dark hallway. Party clucked his tongue and all our hands went to the guns at our sides.
We were led into Korse’s room. Home of so many memories.
The woman entered the code into a broken keypad behind Korse’s tank. Nothing.
“See?” Kobra whined. “The door is bro-”
The door opened to show a room full of filing cabinets. I squeezed my hand to try and calm down the pain I was feeling. Dammit… I had to be careful with these things or I could lose a hand next time.
In the room, there were pictures on the wall. Pictures of me, pictures of Jet, pictures of Kobra… Mad Gear, Pony, Dr. D, Missile Kid, Fun Ghoul, Cherri… John. Pictures of us as babies and at different points in our lives. I recognized a few of the pictures to be me when I was 7. then again when I was 10.
“Creepy.” Pony and Mad Gear muttered at the same time. Well, Pony WHISPERED while Mad Gear muttered.
Immediately, we went to the cabinet marked “Killjoys.”
My baby teeth were in there, in the box marked ‘Poison.’
As soon as I made the discovery, people ran to the cabinets and found their own boxes.
Things we’d lost a long time ago. Or thought we’d lost.
I saw Pony open his box and bury his face in Mad Gear’s shoulder. Mad Gear then slowly pulled out a small piece of plastic and whispered something to Pony. Pony nodded into his chest and Mad Gear stroked his hair. He flipped the photo over.
“These are Pony’s parents.” He said softly.
There was a stampede to get to the picture. When we saw it, it was terrible. The woman holding a three-year-old child looked like she was close to death. There were bags under her eyes, but she still tried to smile. The man next to her had his face covered by a white, BL/ind mask. He was holding another young boy.
“Pony… this could very well be a-”
“Read the back.” Mad Gear whispered, as he kissed Pony’s hair.
I flipped the picture over.
‘To our dear son, Ricardo. Sorry we couldn’t be with you. Duty first. Take care of your brother.’
Pony started screaming and Mad Gear couldn’t get him to calm down.
Jet reaching inside his box and pulling out a guitar pick. He smiled softly and put it on his chest.
Cherri finding a pink and worn out hair bow. She tried her best not to sniffle as she rubbed some grime off it and put it back in the small box.
I opened Fun Ghoul’s box. Papers fell from it as soon as I opened it. It had been jammed all the way to the lid with… song lyrics! I picked up one of the papers that fell and looked it over. Complete and utter genius…. The world had to hear this. I put the lid back on and put it close to the door. that way, I would remember to take it.
My box contained a few pictures of me and my brother as children… a few teeth and the keys to the American Widow. Also, another pair of… pink keys?
I threw them back and Pink caught them. She squealed and pocketed them right away.
There was also an extra picture. Me. Dressed in green tights. I grabbed that picture, folded it, and put it in my pocket before anyone noticed it.
Kobra had a few bass strings and an ipod. There were also other things in the box which he didn’t let us see. He jammed the lid on the box and put it back in the cabinet. He turned his back to it and refused to answer any more questions regarding the matter.
Pink’s mother collapsed from the earlier wound. Dr. D grabbed his box and Mad Gear helped carry Pink’s mother out of the room.
Everyone who was going to take their boxes took them outside. Only I remained.
Why would Korse have this much information on us?
I walked around the room slowly. Something smelled… radioactive.
Something else we weren’t being told…. But what was it?
I walked to the furthest file cabinet to find a census. Back in 2018, a census had been done. Every person had their own personal file with their blood types, allergies… likes and dislikes. It was scary, actually.
John.
I stopped to look at the picture.
Name: John
Nickname: Johnny
Status: Captured with his sister, Jenny and brought back for examination
I closed the file and put it back into the cabinet. Tehn, I browsed over the names. Nothing called my attention much… until I got to the end.
Name: Grace Jeanette
Nickname: N/A
Status: On examination. (see file 5 for details)
I looked at the picture. A younger Missile Kid looked back at me. I put the file on the cabinet and looked around. File 5 was just behind the one I was checking right now.
I opened it. It was terribly dusty and also full to the brim. I finally found the file labeled ‘Grace Jeanette’ and opened it. It described a series of tests that were to be done with her blood. Some had been executed, some hadn’t.
“Party?”
I flipped around to find Missile Kid standing behind me.
“Please don’t check that file. You won’t like what you find.”
She took off her jacket, and I saw a long scar. It looked like someone had sliced her arm open many years ago. She whimpered and ran into my arms. I dropped the file and apologized.
The night was still and silent. It was full of soft sobbing and snoring.
“What’s bothering you?” Pink asked, turning to look at me.
“Just worried.” I whispered. “We need to get out of here. We need to have a normal life….”
“It’s a process, Party.” Pink said sleepily, “It needs some time to settle. Things are getting better though. At least now people won’t starve.”
I kissed all over her face and she giggled.
“You always know how to make me feel better.” I murmured into her neck.
Notes
I haven't updated in here in a long time.. but the truth is that hardly anyone reads this one lol. Everyone seems to like "Through the centuries" a lot more. Im uploading there too *WINK WINK*MERRY CHRISTMAS
KEEP THE CHANGE, YOU FILTHY AMNIMAL
Sorry I stopped commenting. I've been horribly ill. But I'm back now and hope you'll continue this.
5/3/16