Saving the Fabulous Killjoys (DISCONTINUED)
Chapter 7: Where the good guys die and the bad guys win
Pink Insanity
As soon as the happiness melted away, I found myself overcome with despair. By telling Korse all my secrets, I had doomed us. When I came to, my head was throbbing. How many vials had Michael injected me with? I could still hear his crazed laughter in my head, mocking me.
I sat up. There was food in the corner but my stomach was too upset to think about eating. That damn medicine. What had once made me feel light and airy was now weighing me down like lead. I looked at my arms. They had used more than one needle on me.
“I hope this proves that I’m on your side” I said, looking up to the camera.
Fun Ghoul
“Ok… now to get serious…” I had to find a way to contact Party and Jet… to let them know about Kobra… Michael? “Damn it, this is confusing!”
I stood up and began pacing. The walls were soundproof… so screaming was out of the question. I chuckled: imagining the look on Party’s face if he heard me screaming through the walls. The most logical thing would be to send a note… but where would I find paper? Difficult… very difficult. Not to mention, I couldn’t get caught by a camera or a draculoid.
“It’s tough, but I AM a Fabulous Killjoy after all.”
Jet Star
I would wait until the clock announced 3 a.m. the door was already open. Party is probably the one who is the most heavily guarded, so I would have to pass by Fun Ghoul first. After a few seconds, I already had the whole schedule planned out.
At exactly the time I had planned, I bolted out of the room.it took about fifteen seconds for the guards to realize it. When they did, it was mayhem. I grabbed a rayproof vest from the utility closet and put it on. The hallways nearly exploded around me. I dashed by the weapons department and grabbed a few guns. Now… which way was the way out? I ran into the first door I could find. Dead end. I tried another door. This one had a long hallway. I closed the door behind me and began running. Nearly halfway, there was a phone. I grabbed it. “Hello? Helooooo.” My voice boomed all over the loudspeaker. I smiled.
Party Poison
If I act relaxed, they’ll think It didn’t affect me… Korse that son of a… I took a deep breath. He had messed with my brother’s mind and was feeding him lies. Had I lost him?
“Attention all Killjoys… the star is out!” Jet? I got up and looked out the small window on my door just in time to see a drac whiz by. “What the fuck?!” ”I’ll see you as soon as I can” Jet continued “But until then, stay shiny!”
How had Jet gotten out? More importantly, how was he planning to escape BL/ind without being ghosted?
I kicked my door as hard as I could. “All dracs outside” a woman’s voice said over the loudspeaker “Shoot on sight.” I had to help him I kicked the door again and again until my muscles ached. I had never felt so useless in all my life. Here I was, like a sitting duck, while Jet was running out there. One last time. I focused on the thick glass on the small window. “One… two…” “Michael…” the lady began. “Three!” I slammed my fist into the glass as hard as I could. A scream of pain. My whole body began trembling. I opened my eyes slowly. My hand was…
Michael
I was beginning to get dizzy. “Michael, you are needed in the command room.” The woman’s voice said over the loudspeaker. Duty calls. I gave the screens a final glance, then stopped cold. What?!
I took off through the halls. Where was Korse? It was a hallway and two doors later when it finally became visible. Poison’s hand, through the glass. His scream echoed in the hallway. I got closer to the door. His hand was caught in the middle of the broken glass and the floor beneath it was a bloody mess. He tried to pull his hand back and screamed in pain again. My head throbbed. “Party...” I stepped closer until I was in the small puddle of blood. Another alarm sounded. Tears began to run down my face as I covered my ears. One thought invaded my mind. “What have I done? My brother…” I regained composture as quick as I could and began plucking glass out of Party’s hand. He became rigid. “Who… Who’s there?” I removed the last of the visible pieces. Then, very slowly, passed his hand back in. If only I could remember the code to this door. Korse never bothered to teach me. Had he known something like this would happen?
“Michael. Come here.” The voice startled me at first. Korse was making his way down the hallway. I tuned and walked to his side just as a pair of draculoids dragged Party out of his cell. Jet had escaped. “I asked for you to be in the command room. What are you doing here?” a simple question, so many thoughts. “I don’t know.” In a flash, Korse had slapped me. “I have no room for mistakes, Michael.” My head throbbed painfully and I reacted to it. “Headache?” He asked impatiently. “Yeah… it’s so weird…” “Bring Poison. Michael, follow.”
My feet began to feel heavier and heavier as we neared another room. “Sit.” I sat down in a black metal chair. Party Poison was yanked in after us, looking seriously battered and a whole new level of angry.
“Next time you get a headache, you come here Michael.”
A plump nurse came in from another room, took one look at me then nodded. She disappeared behind a door for a few seconds, then came back with a needle, “Just relax, you won’t feel a thing.” De ja vu. My muscles tensed and I looked at Party. The situation felt too familiar. Party looked into my eyes and I looked into his’ a second before the liquid hit. “Kobra?”
The medicine rushed into my system and numbed my feelings first, then my headache. Had Party said something?
Party Poison
In that split second, I saw my brother return to those eyes. As they yanked me up and took me away, I called his name but he wouldn’t answer. His face was back to being a mask: free of all feeling.
As soon as the happiness melted away, I found myself overcome with despair. By telling Korse all my secrets, I had doomed us. When I came to, my head was throbbing. How many vials had Michael injected me with? I could still hear his crazed laughter in my head, mocking me.
I sat up. There was food in the corner but my stomach was too upset to think about eating. That damn medicine. What had once made me feel light and airy was now weighing me down like lead. I looked at my arms. They had used more than one needle on me.
“I hope this proves that I’m on your side” I said, looking up to the camera.
Fun Ghoul
“Ok… now to get serious…” I had to find a way to contact Party and Jet… to let them know about Kobra… Michael? “Damn it, this is confusing!”
I stood up and began pacing. The walls were soundproof… so screaming was out of the question. I chuckled: imagining the look on Party’s face if he heard me screaming through the walls. The most logical thing would be to send a note… but where would I find paper? Difficult… very difficult. Not to mention, I couldn’t get caught by a camera or a draculoid.
“It’s tough, but I AM a Fabulous Killjoy after all.”
Jet Star
I would wait until the clock announced 3 a.m. the door was already open. Party is probably the one who is the most heavily guarded, so I would have to pass by Fun Ghoul first. After a few seconds, I already had the whole schedule planned out.
At exactly the time I had planned, I bolted out of the room.it took about fifteen seconds for the guards to realize it. When they did, it was mayhem. I grabbed a rayproof vest from the utility closet and put it on. The hallways nearly exploded around me. I dashed by the weapons department and grabbed a few guns. Now… which way was the way out? I ran into the first door I could find. Dead end. I tried another door. This one had a long hallway. I closed the door behind me and began running. Nearly halfway, there was a phone. I grabbed it. “Hello? Helooooo.” My voice boomed all over the loudspeaker. I smiled.
Party Poison
If I act relaxed, they’ll think It didn’t affect me… Korse that son of a… I took a deep breath. He had messed with my brother’s mind and was feeding him lies. Had I lost him?
“Attention all Killjoys… the star is out!” Jet? I got up and looked out the small window on my door just in time to see a drac whiz by. “What the fuck?!” ”I’ll see you as soon as I can” Jet continued “But until then, stay shiny!”
How had Jet gotten out? More importantly, how was he planning to escape BL/ind without being ghosted?
I kicked my door as hard as I could. “All dracs outside” a woman’s voice said over the loudspeaker “Shoot on sight.” I had to help him I kicked the door again and again until my muscles ached. I had never felt so useless in all my life. Here I was, like a sitting duck, while Jet was running out there. One last time. I focused on the thick glass on the small window. “One… two…” “Michael…” the lady began. “Three!” I slammed my fist into the glass as hard as I could. A scream of pain. My whole body began trembling. I opened my eyes slowly. My hand was…
Michael
I was beginning to get dizzy. “Michael, you are needed in the command room.” The woman’s voice said over the loudspeaker. Duty calls. I gave the screens a final glance, then stopped cold. What?!
I took off through the halls. Where was Korse? It was a hallway and two doors later when it finally became visible. Poison’s hand, through the glass. His scream echoed in the hallway. I got closer to the door. His hand was caught in the middle of the broken glass and the floor beneath it was a bloody mess. He tried to pull his hand back and screamed in pain again. My head throbbed. “Party...” I stepped closer until I was in the small puddle of blood. Another alarm sounded. Tears began to run down my face as I covered my ears. One thought invaded my mind. “What have I done? My brother…” I regained composture as quick as I could and began plucking glass out of Party’s hand. He became rigid. “Who… Who’s there?” I removed the last of the visible pieces. Then, very slowly, passed his hand back in. If only I could remember the code to this door. Korse never bothered to teach me. Had he known something like this would happen?
“Michael. Come here.” The voice startled me at first. Korse was making his way down the hallway. I tuned and walked to his side just as a pair of draculoids dragged Party out of his cell. Jet had escaped. “I asked for you to be in the command room. What are you doing here?” a simple question, so many thoughts. “I don’t know.” In a flash, Korse had slapped me. “I have no room for mistakes, Michael.” My head throbbed painfully and I reacted to it. “Headache?” He asked impatiently. “Yeah… it’s so weird…” “Bring Poison. Michael, follow.”
My feet began to feel heavier and heavier as we neared another room. “Sit.” I sat down in a black metal chair. Party Poison was yanked in after us, looking seriously battered and a whole new level of angry.
“Next time you get a headache, you come here Michael.”
A plump nurse came in from another room, took one look at me then nodded. She disappeared behind a door for a few seconds, then came back with a needle, “Just relax, you won’t feel a thing.” De ja vu. My muscles tensed and I looked at Party. The situation felt too familiar. Party looked into my eyes and I looked into his’ a second before the liquid hit. “Kobra?”
The medicine rushed into my system and numbed my feelings first, then my headache. Had Party said something?
Party Poison
In that split second, I saw my brother return to those eyes. As they yanked me up and took me away, I called his name but he wouldn’t answer. His face was back to being a mask: free of all feeling.
Sorry I stopped commenting. I've been horribly ill. But I'm back now and hope you'll continue this.
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