I'm going crazy waiting on the next video to come up! There's nooooo way the Killjoys were killed. At least, I freaking hope not! I hope they do The Only Hope For Me Is You song as a video, it's almost fitting! && I refuse to believe Jet Star & Kobra Kid get killed! What are your thoughts on that song/transmission!

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Remember Me

Chapter 1

He woke up, instantly feeling pain. He felt like every single part of his body had been bruised. The worst pain seemed to come every time he tried to swallow. He jaw felt like it had been ripped in half and just laid there. That's when everything that had happened caused him to flip open his eyes instantly. He wanted to move, to run, but he realized he couldn't. He was strapped down on a very uncomfortable table. Perhaps lying on this table was the reason his body hurt.

Wait. Wasn't he supposed to have died? Isn't that what happens when you're shot with a laser gun in the neck? Was he in some sort of weird, limbo? Looking around the room, he would have preferred he had died.

On the wall was the BL/IND Industries logo with that damn smiling face looking back at him. He lifted his head off of the table, looking down at his body. He was strapped down with leather bounds; one across his ankles, one on his thighs, one on each wrist, and one across his chest. He pulled at the bounds but realized that they didn't move. There was no way to get free. He then noticed that he was wearing some sort of white jumpsuit. Where had his clothes gone? Who changed him? Those questions were abruptly forgotten when he thought of more horrible things.

Where was his team? His little, baby brother? Had they made it out? He hoped that they had left with Missile Kid. Hopefully since Korse had chosen to be distracted by him, then maybe they had a fighting chance to leave. What if they hadn't? What if they were dead? A single tear rolled down his cheek at the thought.

Before having any more time to register what had happened, he heard a lock click and a door behind him opening. He didn't have the energy to turn to try and see who it was. He locked his jaw, bracing himself for whatever was about to happen.

"I see you're awake." The cold, dead voice of none other than Korse welcomed, coming to stand next to his captive. "I wondered how long you would be stunned, considering you were shot in the neck." He reached down, lifting up his head to examine the wound. Party Poison winced but tried to mask it.

"I suppose you're wondering about the other Killjoys, aren't you?" Party Poison's eyes darted over towards Korse, hoping that he would, indeed, tell him what had happened. A smirk played on his lips. "Those other rebels were able to get the one with the big hair, but you're all mine now." Party Poison's face dropped.

"Let them go." He said defiantly.

"You make it sound like a threat. You are in no position to be threatening me. Pretty soon, my dear boy, you will have no thoughts about, well, anything." He walked out of Party Poison's line of sight, causing an unease to fall over him.

He heard clanking, metal on metal, and then something squeaking towards him. It was a table with what, he couldn't see. He squinted once the table was beside him, groaning. A needle. A very big one at that. "Not a fan? You'll get used to it."

Party Poison tried to struggle while Korse began to fix the needle. He moved a bag around, lifting it and hanging it on a pole that Party evidently hadn't noticed. He tried to tug his arm away from Korse once he grabbed it, but to no avail; he wasn't going anywhere. "Relax, after a few treatments, we'll be on the same side."

"No! No, stop! No! Arrghh!" He yelled as the needle was shoved into his vein in his arm. He tried to shake it off but he instantly just felt drowsy. Numb.

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"Don't try to get up. You have to let your body rest first." A woman's voice said, placing her hand softly on Jet Stars chest. He frowned, lying back down. He had only just woken up, feeling that burning sensation in his chest.

"The others?" He looked up at Cherri Cola, hopeful that she had good news. Instead, she turned away from him, ashamed.

"We weren't able to get any closer. We were lucky to save you." She informed him, reaching over to grab him some water. "I can't believe they only shot with stun guns. They knew once you guys were headed that way it was a suicide mission."

"It doesn't feel like a stun gun." He felt his chest, feeling the burnt clothes and skin. "So…" He groaned, forcing himself up in a sitting position. "What's the plan? We've got to go back for them."

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea. We don't even know if they're alive." She said sadly, putting her hands in her lap.

"Hey, you're awake! Good to see you buddy!" A voice said from across the room. Show Pony had just entered, coming towards them.

"If they stunned me, surely they stunned the others. If they wanted us dead, we'd be dead. They kept us alive for a reason, I'm just not sure why."

"I always admired the way you think." Show Pony said, getting up again. Though he was wearing a helmet, Jet Star knew he was smiling. "I think I've got us a plan to get in." He left the room for a moment before returning, dragging something with him.

"Is that a…"

"Drac?" Jet Star cut off Cherri, looking at the hideous mask it was wearing.

Show Pony smiled, letting go of the body and coming back towards the two. "Well, yes, but a dead one. Found 'em not too far from here. He either got dehydrated or died, or another group of Killjoys got rid of him."

Jet Star stood up, losing his balance but quickly regaining it. "Let's set up the plan; the longer we wait, the less of a chance they have."

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"I'm going to ask you one more time. WHERE, is Dr. Death Defying's hide out?" The woman asked, pressing a button on a remote in her hand. The small, white room echoed with the screams of agony from the younger man. She let go of the button, watching his face drop back down onto his chest as he breathed heavily.

"What do they call you again?" Her heavy accent evident as she spoke. He knew that she probably didn't speak much English. "Oh yes, Kobra Kid? That's a silly name, you're hardly a kid." She walked over towards him, lifting his chin off of his chest.

Kobra Kid was seated in the middle of a room in chair. His wrists, chest, and ankles were tied to the chair. Various wires were attached to him and a machine that sent out electrical currents. The remote was used to turn on the machine.

Trying to be as defiant as ever, he used the bit of energy he had left to jerk his chin out of her grasp. His head lolled back down, lying back down on his chest.

She smiled, grabbing his hair, forcing him to look up. He winced at the pain of his hair being pulled, forced to look at her. "Why don't you just make this easy on yourself? If you help me, I will feed you, give you a nice warm bed, clean clothes. Anything you want."

It sounded so assuring; he had to admit that to himself. He knew though, that if he caved in to her will, then his friends, his comrades would die. Or worse.

"Go…to hell." He spat, lifting his head up, laughing at her.

She frowned, pressing the button on the remote again.

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Fun Ghoul was so glad the war was finally over. They had succeeded. He couldn't believe they were able to get out of the situation they had been.

He had just left the others, ready to meet up with his lady. He had no idea there were so many killjoys out there. "Heather, hey!" He called to her as he jogged across the busy street.

It didn't seem like too long and the city was already abuzz with people again. People were happy, there was color everywhere. Life was able to start again.

The woman, Heather, turned around, her white smile gleaming as she took a step towards Fun Ghoul. He gave her a kiss before taking his hand in hers. "What shall we do today?" He asked her.

"I want to see where you stayed all this time. I've already shown you mine." He remembered them taking a car out into the desert, finding her old bookstore she lived in for years.

"It's been hidden for so long, I don't even know if I knew how to show anyone." He answered honestly. For seven years it had been a secret and to tell an outsider, though the war was over, seemed like a bad idea.

"I'm sure you can find it. Your place will become a landmark; everyone will want to come see it." She told him as she walked towards the edge of the city.

They looked around, seeing all the workers beginning to add onto the city.

"I…I can't." He said, releasing his hand from her grip, turning to look back at the city. "Hasn't this happened too fast? I need the guys with me to go back to our place."

"Listen to me!" She yelled, quickly changing from anger to happiness again. "I mean, come on baby. It'll be alright."

He frowned, closing his eyes. "Wait… how did we meet again?"

She mirrored his frown, looking at him. "What do you mean how did we meet?"

"I don't know you. This…this is all a lie!" He yelled, suddenly surprising the doctors who were in the room. He tried to fight his way off the table he was currently on but several hands kept him down.

The main doctor injected him with a sedative, sighing. "It didn't work again. We almost get him to reveal where their hideout is, and then he realizes it's not real." "We'll try again tomorrow." After making sure he was secured to the table, the men walked out of the room.

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I know that this is a little rushed, but I wanted to get the first part of this story out! I hope you enjoyed it and let me know about any errors I've made. Not really sure what the little girl's name is, so I'm just going to have her be Missile Kid. Any idea what the Asian woman's name is?

Please review! Let me know what you want to see? Don't want to see?