Look Alive, Keep Running and Save The World

If Memory wasn't already in a state of shock she sure was now. There were far too many emotions that she just couldn't comprehend. There was one emotion that she could recognise among the jumble sale of shit, anger. She was so angry, not the wave of red kind of anger but the kind of anger that consumes everything else. she wanted to break things, throw things, it was all overwhelming.
Frank was at a loss of words, his happy go lucky attitude had no place near Memory. Even Gerard had no clue what to do and this confused the guys as Gerard always knew what to do. An hour after Jack disappeared everyone was as silent as Memory, Dr.D did his part by making a broadcast:
"Evening my killjoys, this is a 101 broadcast. Whilst you're rolling under the spotlight milky way tonight keep your wide eyes on the lookout on a blue and yellow Fox. He may zip your way but beware, this silver fox has lost his batteries. Now my disco dynamites I hope you to stay vigilante, this is Dr.D Signing out tonight"
Memory jolted back into reality as she heard this broadcast faintly through her headphones. He has no batteries? Sometimes she believed that Dr.D was far too cryptic, he spoke in metaphors, which at this moment in time, pissed Memory off. Storming her way from the back of the diner she screamed at no one in particular "No Batteries?! He has no Batteries?! How do you know, he has his gun, he's armed, we've been teaching him! He'll be abl-" Distracting Memory, Ray took this moment to quiet her stress by placing a hand on her shoulder, she turn sharply to face him "What do you think you'r-" outraged at the unforeseen physical contact, she glared at his left hand placed on her left shoulder, "Violet..." Ray began, her eyes scanned from his left hand to his face, which was a face of pity, to his right hand which held a white ray gun. Her eyes widened at the sight, she then looked Ray over once more to see that Ray's gun was in his own pocket, "Who's raygun is that?" she asked with a surprising calm demeanour. She shook out of Ray's hold and looked panicked around as to where everyone else's raygun was, "Who's raygun is that?" she asked once more but this time with more of an urgency. All of the boys had solemn expressions on their faces as they all took out their own rayguns, "Who's. Raygun is that?" she asked, not sure what emotion was escaping through these words, she put her hands behind her neck, not wanting to accept "Who's raygun is that?!" she bet her knees down and squeezed her eyes shut. remaining in that position she brought her hands to her face in horror, "Who's is it!?" she screeched, everybody looked at each other unsure whether to say it, unsure whether to make this real to Memory. She threw her head down, the truth creeping up on her, "WHO'S IS IT?" she screamed, "WHO'S IS IT?" once again begging for it not to be true. Memory tried to hide it, she really did despite her shaking hands and gaping mouth, her weakening legs and tearful eyes were not showing that she was really trying to keep it together. The floods of emotions continued to overwhelm her, she rushed towards Ray, grabbing him roughly by the shirt only to limply release it as she sunk to the floor, repeating the same question. Mikey took this opportunity to comfort her, no one said anything, no one had to. For once it was Memory that was making all the noise, for once it was Memory that was this mess of emotions. Mikey placed his hands on either side of her head, to make her look at him. Memory sunk into the comfort that she didn't think she needed, "It's his, It's his, It's his" she repeated to herself through croaky sobs. It was like she was literally trying to convincer herself that it was true, after so intently trying to convincer herself that it wasn't, as much as she tried to believer her own lie, she couldn't.
Over the next few days, Memory became her usual silent stoney self. coming to terms with the fact her baby brother hand ran off to fight the war himself. She took to keeping his gun on her as well as her own. In the Killjoy community it's a little frowned upon to keep two personal rayguns as supplies are low and it is looked upon as a sign of greed, an ideology that is associated with Bl/ind, not a quality found to belong to the Killjoys. Despite this, no one has yet dared to get in the way of Memory Trash.

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