Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

I felt like an idiot. No, not an idiot. I felt like a complete pile of dog shit. No matter how anybody looked at it, we all knew Ghoul was right. If I was there, Girl would still be with us.I had fucked up. He was right, I should just let the goddamn Radio Rash kill me.
Since discovering that stupid blotch yesterday, it had actually grown and made me feel sick. I was starting to display the known symptoms of Radio Rash. Light-headedness, nausea, dizziness, and a horrible headache. It wasn't anything bad. Yet. I don't want to deal with the massive shits and hallucinations I would be getting pretty soon. Eventually, I will have the shakes, a fever over a hundred degrees, and I would be clammy, sweaty, and eventually I would become dehydrated and pass out. Within moments, I would be dead. Radio Rash is a serious fucker that will sneak up and bite you in the ass.
"Hey" I heard Dolly Pop say. She had come outside the garage, to the same place I had sat yesterday when I cried.
"Hi," I replied, with a sigh.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"No," I said, rubbing my eyes "I'm not o-fucking-Kay" she sat down next to me, bringing her scraped up and bruised knees to her chest. She rested her chin on my shoulder and looked up to me.
"Ghoul was just trying to make you mad" she said.
"Doesn't matter. He's right"
"How"
"I'm a selfish ass who only thinks about himself and does what he wants" I answered, actually looking to Dolly.
"So" she shrugged. "That just means its time you grow up"
"I don't have much time to grow up. I'm dying"
"I've met people with worse conditions then Radio Rash who grew up in the matter of hours" she said, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees.
"There's no use. Korse has what he wants. Girl is in his hands and its over. Better Living Industries won."
"They don't win unless you let them" Fun Ghoul said, taking the seat to my empty side. "I'm not happy. I'm still mad at you."
"Understandable"
"Good, because you are an ass hole and a selfish mother fucker. But, BL/Ind won't win because were gonna keep fighting. And we keep fighting because that's whatGirl wants us to do.
"What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know, but it's your choice''
That's when it hit me. They were right. Better Living Industries wouldn't win unless we stopped fighting and I wasn't ready to stop. I had never given up on anything and I wasn't about to start. All that needed to happen now, was to figure out how in would get in there. But, first I had something worse to deal with.
"I have Radio Rash" I said. I had gathered everyone to the radio room. Ghoul and Dolly sat together on a desk in front of me, where Dr. D usually sat. Jet and Kid sat on their chairs they had brought in from the other room. "I found it, and I'm already showing signs of it."
"How long?" Kid asked, looking up to me.
"Not long. Maybe a few days" I answered.
"So, you've got, like, what? A month?"
"If that"
"We already lost our folks, Poison" he retorted."Grace is gone and now you're going to die."
"Not before I die"
"Do you have a plan?" Jet asked.
"Yes and no" I answered.
"I have connections into Battery City" Dolly Pop said, "I've already been in contact with them and they'll help us get in"
''Then we storm in and fine Grace"
"Its a suicide mission" Fun Ghoul said. "We will die. Even if we don't, nothing will ever be the same"
"Are you two in?'' I asked. Jet and Kobra nodded, without word.
"When do we go?"
"Midnight we"all be in Battery city. We break into BL/Ind after three." I said. "Its when they switch the shift for security."
"Less attention on the cameras, and less people there." Kid smiled, beginning to warm up to the idea.
"Now, grab your mask. We gotta transmission to make."
"Killjoys to Korse! Come in Korse!" I said into the shitty webcam of Dr. D's computer. I had decided to send a transmission to Korse, hopeing it would be a real message. We all stood around a computer, our masks, the things that made us so famous, covering our faces. On the screen appeared the image of a bald man, dressed in a gray west and a white ruffly shirt. "What's up, man! Sorry I missed you the earlier. I was a little busy"
"You should be thankful, Party Poison. I believe you would have suffered one of the four acceptable forms of death" he replied, his thick Scottish filling my ears.
"Well, you see, I'm already at deaths door and I'm willing to live out the last inch of my life kickin' your ass" I stated simply, with a smug smile.
"Then what is the point of this transmission?" He asked. I adjusted my yellow domino mask that had been decorated with black triangles on the top and bottom of the eyes, and blue dots on the cheeks and forehead.
"Well," I chuckled "ain't no body gonna take the best of me. Especially when my cute little friend named Grace is in your main offices"
"So, what are you going to do,"
"Easy. At some point next week we"all break in and get her"
"So, youre going to come here and get the kid"
"Oh, we're gonna blow this shit up and show you what we do" I smiled.
"Good luck." Korse said. "Keep Running"

Notes

This is the real chapter. Unfortunately, the wrong version was uploaded.