The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys

Party Poison woke up that morning with a killer headache and a worse limp. Nothing that he wasn't use to, he assured himself as he tumbled down the stairs, unsteady on his feet.
"Posion!" Ghoul gasped, rushing to his side. "Who did this?"
"Noone. Need..coffee." His words were slightly slurred.
"Does M know about this?" Ghoul asked quietly, handing Poison his coffee.
"Think so." Poison winced as Ghoul touched the back of his head.
"Who did it?"
"Can't...say." He whimpered, looking at Ghoul with pleading eyes. "I can't."
"What did they do?" That was the most important right now. Making sure his Gee wasn't dying.
"Pulled my hair, slammed my head into the wall and uhm r-raped me.."
"Poison! We can't just let him get away with that! I'll kill him!" Frank raised his voice, clenching his fists by his sides. Gerard was sipping his coffee, tears pouring out of his eyes.
"Here, sit." Ghoul murmured, pulling a chair out for him. "You could have a concussion, baby, or worse."
"Worse?" Poison almost choked. How could he do his shows?
"They could've given you a erm STD or something."
"Nono." Gerard whimpered, holding his arms out for Frank. He needed a hug, to be comforted.
"Everything's going to be okay, I promise." Frank whispered, but he couldn't help how angry he was. How dare someone damage thIS perfection?

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