A little story based lightly on the SING video - except without death and Fun Ghoul is taken instead of Missile Kid!
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Party Poison was determined. It wasn't like Kobra Kid or Jet-Star weren't, but they just weren't as determined as him. BL/ind and Korse weren't going to win this time, they must've been crazy to take something that he was so close to, that he loved so much. Fun Ghoul. Poison couldn't imagine how scared Ghoul was. Ghoul had been taken by Korse two days ago and the Killjoys were now racing through Battery City to save their best friend. Poison couldn't imagine life without Ghoul, he just couldn't.
They had made it; No, not in that sense. They hadn't gotten Ghoul back, they had just made it into BL/ind and were storming through the long narrow corridors towards what they hoped was Ghoul's room.
"Poison, what are we going to do when we find Ghoul?" Kobra asked. That was Kobra - always the 'planning ahead' type of person.
"Well, we do what we usually do – get Ghoul, shoot some Draculoids and run!" Poison cheered enthusiastically, as though it was fun. Poison knew Kobra could see though his façade, though Kobra didn't say anything.
"Jet, you're the best at this sort of stuff, open the door," Kobra told Jet. Kobra knew Poison was too nervous to see that Ghoul was okay to even attempt opening that goddamn door.
Within a few seconds, the door was open and they were all rushing in for any sign that Ghoul was here.
"Poison, Jet! POISON, JET!" Kobra practically screamed. Poison snapped his head up and frantically searched for Kobra. Kobra was in trouble, he knew it. He finally caught sight of Kobra huddled over a small bundle on the floor. Poison locked eyes with Jet and they flew (not literally) over to where Kobra was standing. Kobra shakily reached down and uncovered part of a blanket to reveal dark hair and ivory skin dusted lightly with a sticky red substance. Blood? If this was Ghoul, he wouldn't know what to do.
"Kobra, hurry up and uncover the damn blanket!" Poison ordered Kobra. He was impatient to see Ghoul; he also wanted to make sure Ghoul was alive, but he wouldn't tell anyone else yet.
Kobra peeled back the rest of the blanket slowly, as if willing the blood –coated human not to be Ghoul. The wishes were in vain though. As Kobra turned the body over gently– If this was Ghoul, they didn't want to injure him further- they got a good look at the bloodied human's face. Ghoul. Poison's heart clenched. What had they done to him? His precious Ghoul. There was a collective gasp and the Killjoys all looked at each other fearfully. Ghoul wasn't sleeping. He was unconscious.
"I'll carry him," Poison announced with a ring of authority, challenging them to argue. Kobra and Jet nodded and moved the blanket away from Ghoul's broken frame. Poison bent down and wrapped his arms gently around Ghoul's frail body, gasping when he felt how cold Ghoul was. Poison was thankful that Ghoul was so small – it would be easy to get back to the Trans Am. Poison headed for the door and turned his body to stop hitting Ghoul's head on the door. Poison lead the group down a deserted corridor and thanked his lucky stars –if he had any- that Ghoul was alive and they hadn't been ambushed – yet.
Poison felt a glimmer of hope spark up – the Trans Am was in sight! He was elated, the Killjoys had saved Ghoul and not been attacked!
"Kobra, you can drive today. Jet, you can have shotgun -I'm going to sit with Ghoul," Poison told the other Killjoys as he jumped into the Trans Am with Ghoul still in his arms.
They were safe.
This isn't it, i'm doing another chapter if I get any readers :)
