Party POV

Pt1: Inside the Cell

I was brought in this morning; my eyes still covered in sand from the desert.
The white cell i’m in is strangely dim and sterile. All that’s in it is a bed and a single chair. Despite this fact, i sit on the floor with my head between my legs.

“Jet Star, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul,” I mutter, over and over.

I don’t know for how long I’ve been here, but I do know that if I stop going through my memories, I’ll forget them. I’m drugged. I know this because my eyes can’t focus.
I was taken. I repeat it over and over to myself so that I can remember; so that I can stay angry. So that I can continue having the hope of escape.

Around a couple of hours later, a nurse dressed all in white comes in to draw some of my blood. She comes in with two other scarecrows, who are forced to taze me in order to hold me down for long enough. Before I can keep fighting, one of their boots is on my neck and the needle in my arm is already inside a vein.

My blood pumps out fast as I groan in pain. The scarecrow standing above me laughs inside his mask. Through the eye holes of the latter, I can see his eyes. They’re red and bloodshot. They’re also… hungry. For some reason, nearly all of the scarecrow look at me like that. I observe his eyes as they trail down to my neck, arms, legs…. When he catches me looking, he averts his eyes for a quick moment before looking back quickly to assert dominance.
One bag of blood is completed. The nurse removes it and the scarecrow removes his boot from my neck. Then, he and his partner lift me up and dump me on the bed. The nurse reaches for my other arm and I’m too weak to fight her. She begins to bleed me again. The taller of the scarecrows checks my neck and sighs in relief.

“You know you have to be careful with him.” the taller scarecrow tells the shorter one. “If we get a scratch on him, Korse’ll make us pay.”

The shorter scarecrow snorts. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, I like redheads.”

He shorter scarecrow then reaches down and runs his fingers through my hair. I shiver. This makes the man chuckle. He tangles his fingers in my hair and pushes my head back.

“You won’t say anything, will you, Poison?” he mocks. “Why, a cute thing like you is bound to be… frivolous.”

This comment gets the second guard laughing as well.

That’s the moment where the nurse finishes bleeding me. Without a blook back, she puts both bags of blood on the rolling table with the old needles and takes her leave after placing some gauze on my arm.

I’m alone with the two scarecrow guards. That’s when the taller one goes over to the white door of my cell and shuts it. He stands with his back to the door.

“Be quick.” he tells his partner. “And keep him quiet.”

Giggling like a child, the shorter scarecrow takes his mask off.

His face is horribly scarred with gashes that run from one side of it to the other. His eyes are blue, but terribly lost inside all the red. He’s insane. And I’m scared.

“Please.” I whisper. “Just… leave me alone-”

I barely get to finish my sentence when his shoe hits the side of my face. His hand reaches for my head and he drags me off the bed, pushing me onto the floor and kicking me in the stomach. That’s when the guard who had been watching the door decides to join in. He comes to meet his buddy and they both kick me over and over; being careful to land their hits in places where the clothes will cover them.

“Not so tough now, are you?” the smaller scarecrow sneers.

The beating seems endless. But, finally, it ends. The taller guard pulls the smaller guard away.

“You’ll have time to ravish him.” he tells the other man. “He’ll always be here, after all. And soon, Korse will lose all interest in him.”

They leave me on the floor, blood protruding from my lips.

I only allow myself to cry after they’re gone. I don’t cry because of the pain. I cry because, every time they beat me, I find that I can’t remember.

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Two new nurses come pick me up for dinner. I’m still pretty weak by then. The women undress me and bathe in me with warm water and sweet-smelling soap. One of them washes my very red hair and untangles it. The other carefully treats my cuts and bruises with special BL/ind cream.

He’s already at dinner when I arrive. The maids roll my wheelchair closer to the table and take off my cuffs. I look down at the food on my plate and frown. My stomach grumbles, but I don’t want to eat. Korse signals for all the scarecrow, maids, and nurses to leave the room.
Silence. I can only hear Korse’s fork scraping against his plate.

“Good evening, Poison.” he says politely.

No, politely isn’t the word. Mockingly. I don’t answer. I only look down at the meat on my plate and force myself to not salivate over it. Knowing Korse, it’s probably drugged.

“The nurses say they found scrapes on you.” Korse states.

My head snaps up to find that Korse is too close. He’s leaning over my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck. I have no strength, so I just keep my mouth shut.

“Who hurt you, pet?” Korse asks, in that mockingly polite way. “You can tell me. Get revenge. Wouldn’t you like that?”

I tighten my teeth, refusing to speak at all. Silence. Korse sighs and heads back to his seat.

“Still not talking, eh? After all the kindness I’ve shown you, you still refuse me?”

Silence.

“Maybe I could get you an incentive?” he asks. I hear a certain smile in his voice, “A certain green-eyed man?”

“NO!”

My voice escapes me like fire. It catches me off guard. Korse smirks a shit-eating smirk.

“Glad you found your voice, love. I was worried you’d gone mute.”

Silence. I lower my head. Tears are escaping my eyes.

“Leave him alone.” I whisper. In the empty room, my voice echoes. “I’ll do whatever you want. I won’t resist. Just, please, don’t hurt them.”

Korse smirks.

“Eat.” he says, returning to his plate. “You’ll need to eat in order to survive here.”

Silence. I look down at my food and pick up my fork.

It tastes amazing.


Slowly, I remember my story.

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pt 2: GHOUL


There was a special taste to his mouth. One that I couldn't really place. But one that I definitely knew well. Cigarettes, coffee and gum. His small hands in my hair. My member shuddering inside him, pulsing with raw desire.

Nice and tight, my perfect angel.

He moans inside my ear and I shudder again. He then leans his head back onto the couch armrest and I move to his neck. In and out, we make a steady rhythm.

From outside, Kobra Kid honks the horn just as I release my load.

“F-Fuck… Partyyy….” Ghoul moans.

I collapse onto his chest, breathing heavily and pressing gentle kisses to his lips.
Slowly, I pull out and sit up.

“Supply mission. We need to go, dear heart.”

We pull up our pants and look around the room one final time. Ghoul picks up his red marker and leans over to place a tally mark on the wall. I giggle.

27 tally marks. We've made love a total of 27 times in freedom. Each time better than the last.
We kiss one final time. It's sweet and full of longing.

Kobra is impatient. The radio is on. Korse. He's looking for us again. Raised the price on our heads. Whoever finds us… gets a lifetime supply of bottled happiness. Dead or alive. Most of us.

His fingers are tight on the steering wheel. Jet puts his hand on Kobra’s lap right then.

“It's okay, Kobra. They'll never hurt us. I'll keep you safe. All of you.” Jet says.

Kobra starts up the car. His driving is fast and his eyes keep going up to the rear view.

“He wants you alive, Party.” Kobra said, after a few. “The rest of us can be dead but you….” he swallows. “he wants alive.”

We all share a collective shiver. Who knows what Korse wants with me… alive. Maybe torture? Or maybe something else-

“CAREFUL!” Fun Ghoul screams.

Kobra brings the car to a halt and pulls out his gun.

“I saw them!” his eyes dart to the mirror and then back to our faces.

“Kobra.” Ghoul says, slowly. “Put down the gun. They're not here. That probably was a plastic bag or a stray cat. There's nowhere to hide out here.”

Kobra seems to realize this after a second and puts his gun down.

“I'm just… yeah.”

He gets out of the front seat and Jet changes with him. The driving is more careful now. I notice Jet reach across to take Kobra’s hand. It makes me smile. I look back at Fun Ghoul. He's staring out the window looking very worried.

“He'll have to kill me in order to capture you.” he says softly. “I won't let him have you, Party. He's a sick bastard. Never.”

We share a gentle kiss. He looks into my eyes for a moment before having to focus back on the road to make sure it's clean.

It's quiet for a moment. This inclines me to lean over and grab one of my mixtapes from the dashboard.

“I burned this one yesterday.”

And I put it in. New songs. Dr. D and Kola produced this for me. And it sounds great. I see Kobra smile lightly when he hears the bass solo. It's quiet at first. Soon, we're all singing along.

It doesn't take long to reach the building. As soon as we reach it, we get out and attack. There only three scarecrows inside today. We overpower them easily… but not before one sets off the alarm. So we grab all we can and run as fast as we can.

Food... water…. Medicine. We manage to escape before a true firefight picks up. Kobra gets shot in the leg. Jet carries him into the car and we lay him in the back. Being a tough little cookie, he refuses to cry out. But I can see his face twisting in the inescapable pain. Jet is trying to stop the bleeding with a white rag from the med kit we keep in the car. It helps with the pain some, but only a true doctor can help him at this point.

Since it's getting dark, we decide to camp out for the night on the outskirts of Zone 3. Ghoul helps me start a fire with some dry brush and slightly damp matches. Then, we all huddle around it. No one says anything; the mood isn't cheery at all. Kobra is hurt and the food we got won't last us until next week. Some way or another, they must've known we were coming and have emptied out the storage house before we got to it….

Or are things that bad in Battery City?

We'd heard rumors of the food shortages… but no one wanted to believe them. Because if they were true, that meant that the killjoys out in the zones would starve a lot faster than the people in the city would.

Maybe this was one of Korse’s sick plans to starve us out. Jet takes the first watch, so Ghoul and I curl up together to share kisses. He caresses my body with his small hands and promises over and over. That he will keep me safe. No matter what it takes.

Notes

HI! Blood' Y Revenge here! I am re-uploading this story with a whole lot more pizzazz to it! I told myself that when I got into college, I could write more fanfiction, but that hasn't been possible over the last two years. One could say that I abandoned that part of myself.
NO MOOOOORE
Anyways, I will be uploading and finishing this story (hopefully)!
That's the plan!

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