Hey! I'm kind of getting back into those Killjoy feels. Plus I just wanted to write something sad cause I was in the mood. Here's something sad from me, Truthful Blasphemy, Zone T3.
It's inspired by the lines in Sing "Boy, you gotta see what tomorrow brings." and later on "Girl, you gotta sing before they kill what tomorrow brings." because I saw the boy as what tomorrow brings and the girl tries to save him. Yeah. This is it.
Disclaimer: MCR is still on my Christmas wish list...so that means...they own themselves.
She blasted through the crowd of blank white masks, watching them fall and wondering which Zone they had come from. At the end of the white hallway stood two figures. A boy no older than eighteen, whose green-and-blond hair lay limp against his forehead. She could see how much thinner he'd gotten since she'd seen him last, those three weeks ago when he was taken during a raid. His dusty blue shirt hung loosely against his chest and his arms were thinner under the leather of his jacket. The dye in his bangs had grown out a half-inch, and the green was much duller than the shock of lime it had once been. A beacon to her in the rebel desert full of blank beige and light blue had faded to a background color and it was killing her.
The other figure had a gun pointed at the boy, his lips forming an over-confident sneer. She raced down the hall, everything seeming to happen in slow motion. She raised her laser gun, aiming it carefully and loosing a shot. Korse only smiled as it hit him in the shoulder and burned his coat. Cyborg, her mind screamed. She'd had one shot, and it was gone. The boy was shaking his head now, his eyes wide and frightened as the gun in Korse's hand raised to his head. The boy and girl stared at each other down the length of the hall. "I love you." he mouthed. She screamed over the noise of the gun battle going down on either side of her as the green light flashed and the teen's body hit the ground, his eyes closed. Korse had killed the boy with his own green-spray-painted ray gun.
She turned on her heel, shouting to the battling Killjoys, "GET OUT!"
"But what about you?" one of them called back. Hurricane Bunny could handle herself.
"Just get them out," Truthful Blasphemy yelled. She turned and glared steadily at Korse, her gaze only momentarily drifting to the corpse at his feet, whose arms had fallen open as if waiting for her embrace. She walked slowly down the hall, her gaze aimed directly into his gray eyes. She raised her own gun, firing repeatedly and watching as the attempts were futile. She was taking him down with her, knowing now what it would take. Korse saw the resolution in her eyes and saw what was coming, his fate unavoidable as he waited for his ray gun to give one final charge. When the girl stood directly in front of her worst enemy, she aimed her gun at his head and he brought his to her temple. They shot at the same time, falling to the ground in opposite directions.
Hurricane took one last look over her shoulder as she rounded up the Killjoys and they shot their way back to their cars. Two teens lay at the end of the hall, her friends. They lay in each others arms. The boy is calm, but the girls muscles have frozen into a satisfied smile.