PHOENIX WITCHES POV

Their ride to the VCD Department was short, and a song that Party Poison has grown to like was blaring through the radio. For every time that they want to count you out. Use your voice, every single time you open up your mouth. This would be the first time he hadn't nodded his head to the bass drum in the back, or whispered the lyrics under his breath. This would also be the last.

The world outside of the trans am seemed surreal to the Killjoys, as I call them. Fun Ghoul glanced out at the window as he was adjusting his gloves, but didn't see the VCD logo painted to the tunnel wall. Jet Star saw the Dracs working on a car engine as they drove by, but didn't quite register them.

However, the Dracs were very aware of how a foreign vehicle was about to smash through the barricade that kept them from the city. Their efforts to stop the car were in vain, as the wooden bars flew to the wall and the Killjoys made their way through. Party Poison eyed them through the rear view mirror, but couldn't quite see the gloved hand hitting the panic button.

Somewhere else, a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W has been awakened. Being more specific, I might say his name, but it's unneeded now. Several more Dracs slip on newly developed sound resistant masks, and The Girl being held captive smiles to herself. The woman who falsely smiles to her won't be smiling for much longer. Troops of officers grab guns and rush to defend the building. Some of them survive. Some don't. But none of them get any mail.

Korse's eyes open, and he stares out at the white room behind glass. Jet Stars crew will be here soon, and they won't be leaving. Korse will make sure of that part. The black haired lady who fakes her smiles taps her foot impatiently, eager for a firefight to begin. The Devil has her number, and won't be hesitant to press call.

Poison pulls into the parking lot swiftly, and Kobra Kid's appetite is long gone by now. (He is merely a child, and has been held captive at this place for most of his teenage years. I cannot imagine how horrible it would feel to return). Guards watch through screens as the crew files out of their car, loading laser guns made to kill. A real smile breaks onto the black haired lady's face; it won't be long until the blood of the innocent is shed. But she doesn't see the happy look on The Girl's face, and therefore thinks nothing of it.

Poison leads Kobra, Jet, and Ghoul across a bridge-like platform, his back a bit hunched over, but it won't affect his aim. My acquaintance, Cherri, made sure of that. Rain pounds on their skin, and no sweat is broken, no tear is shed, no eyelid is batted. The purpose of tonight isn't to stay dry. It's a search and rescue.

The Girl bites her lower lip; she can see her father figure through the glass window.

The Killjoys raise their guns, and fire with precise accuracy to the chests of VCD officers. They all faint, and only one is dead. I deal with her later, along with the other hundred that will perish tonight. Smirks break across the two brothers faces; anything they do together is something worth remembering.

Korse still hasn't been let out of his glass prison. The black haired lady draws a sword and hides behind a monitor.

Ghoul shoots the two security guards while Poison falls to his knees, enveloping The Girl in his arms. It's barely been thirty-six hours, though thirty-six hours affected them as a year might have. Poison holds her close, not letting go. They don't speak, and neither do Kobra or Jet as they keep watch.

The black haired lady is walking swiftly down a hallway. Korse's head jolts up, and only now is he free.

Korse, the black haired lady, and several Dracs are walking down a hallway. The very same that they came from. The Girl, Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star are walking down a hallway. The Girl has no idea of the peril of the night, but she soon will.

Elevator doors slide open on all sides of the Killjoys. Dracs emerge.

The Girl leads her teammates into the lobby, and they are so close to getting out of the door. As they are in the middle of the room. Korse saunters over, a gun held by his waist, his eyes trained on the ground. The Killjoys turn around before he fires a single shot, which he does now, and fire back. If you pay close attention, you notice that Poison's smallest finger is placed oddly on the gun.

Gun fires fill the air. Poison runs ahead.

The Girl covers her ears, not having ever heard something quite as loud as a hundred guns going off all at once. The two brothers stand back to back, firing everywhere they can, while Ghoul and Jet are nowhere to be seen. Poison pulls a mask off of a Drac, who falls to the ground. That one dies too, and he was not a pleasant soul to deal with.

Poison takes a deep breath. He inclines his head, as if saying this is how you want to play?

Korse's hand reaches out to the red haired fellow, grasping his neck and backing him against a wall. The barrel of a white gun inches up on Poison's jaw, and threatens to shoot.

Kobra charges in, his gun raised high. Korse inclines his head.

Poison glares at Korse, and doesn't get to finish his thought of you don't have the guts, when a bullet fired through his jaw, to the roof of his mouth, and rests near his brain. Poison slides to the floor, the light ever so slowly taken from his eyes.

The Girl screams. Kobra cries out.

Kobra's gun fires seven different shades of shit at the being who killed his brother, while Party Poison slumps to the floor. His head falls to his shoulder, lest his eyes stay open, awake and glossed over. Two bullets rip through Korse's skin, and that's all the damage that Kobra can do before a heavily armed Drac shoots at him.

One, two, three bullets to the chest. Kobra Kid falls to his side.

Ghoul ushers The Girl and Jet out before him, hoping that he can at least save them. He doesn't let the tears brewing in his eyes affect his aim. He forcefully shuts the door behind Jet and The Girl, turning to face the army that will be his doom.

One.

A bullet hits his left shoulder.

Two.

Fun Ghoul collapses onto the ground, and the last thoughts that run through his mind are solely about the man he loves. A van filled with other vampires pulls up near the trans am, and the doors open to reveal beings with wildly colored hair, masks, and biker jackets.

The Dracs chase Jet to the trans am, numerous bullets missing him. Jet Star backs himself to the trans am, where he falls back.

One.

Someone with a biker helmet ushers The Girl into the van, and she rushes to obey, spotting someone with a shirt labeled noise. They sport roller skates.

Korse watches through glass windows as a body bag zips up over a clean cut, brown haired man named Gerard Way.

Notes

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