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Son of a Ghoul
Part Two.
The first sensation Ghoul felt as he slowly regained consciousness was the blinding headache he was suffering. He whimpered softly, still lying on his front, completely unaware of where he was, or what had happened to him. It took him a few seconds to recover his senses enough to recollect exactly how bad the position was that he now found himself in.
Very softly, he enquired, "Jimmy?"
"You're back with me, Frankie?" Jimmy stated, the amusement clear in his tone. "That's good. We're here."
Ghoul blinked, and then struggled to lift his head, so he could stare out of the car window.
"Where are we?"
Jimmy laughed softly.
"The town we were heading for, buddy." When Ghoul let out a worried moan, Jimmy looked over his shoulder at him, and smiled. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it."
He didn't bother to wait for Ghoul's reply, instead swinging open the car door, and climbing out. He then sauntered round to the back of the vehicle, and pulled open the door nearest Frank's head. With a smirk, he roughly gripped Fun Ghoul and dragged him out. Ghoul had no chance to fight back, with his hands still bound behind his back by his own belt. Very quickly, he was out of the car and sent sprawling to the ground, while Jimmy slammed the door shut behind them, and then pulled him back to his feet.
He was then gripped by his jacket, and shoved forward.
"Come on Frankie," Jimmy drawled. "Keep up."
He dragged Ghoul along beside him, forcing him on, grimacing when he felt the Killjoy struggling against him.
"Where are you taking me?" Ghoul spat, trying to pull against Jimmy.
Jimmy chuckled. "We're gonna meet up with an old friend of yours, doll."
Ghoul's heart sank, and dread filled him. He knew what that meant. This had been the plan all along, and he had been stupid enough to fall for it. He would be handed over to Korse, as if he were nothing, in order for Jimmy to get high. His life was over, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He tried to reason with his captor once more, though he already knew it was useless.
"Please don't do this to me, Jimmy," Frank pleaded. "Just let me go."
Jimmy merely laughed.
"I'm sorry, Ghoul, but I need my drugs, and I'm going to get some good fucking stuff for you-"
"Let him go. Now."
Jimmy looked up, stunned. Ghoul gasped. Party Poison, looking like some fiery fucking devil, was standing a few metres away, his gun trained on Jimmy, his face displaying his hatred. The rest of the Killjoys were flanking him, plus some other rebels Ghoul didn't recognise. Ghoul couldn't hold back.
"PARTY! HELP ME!"
Jimmy tightened his hold on Ghoul's jacket.
"How did you find us?" He called.
Poison glared. "You should be careful when making unprotected connections across the broadcast waves. You never know who could be listening." He took a step forward. "Now, take your hands off of Fun Ghoul and move away. Slowly."
Jimmy chuckled at that. "You want him, superstar? Come and get him."
Party visibly trembled. Taking a moment to contain himself, he then addressed Saint Jimmy once more. "I'll ask you one more time. Let him the-"
He didn't finish the sentence. At that moment, at least a dozen Draculoids, guns blasting at anything that moved, rushed onto the scene, all firing at Party Poison at once. The Killjoy flung himself out of harms way.
The situation was instantly out of control.
There was smoke everywhere, and fatal ray gun blasts being fired from left to right. Ghoul had to stay down on his belly, as it was unsafe for him to move. Draculoids were running at the Killjoys, blocking their path to Fun Ghoul. It took Ghoul a few more seconds to realise why.
It was him. They knew they had a Killjoy in their grasp. And they intended to keep hold of him.
And if they could capture or kill the others while they were at it, then all the better.
"Ghoul!" Poison was blasting Dracs in all directions, as he tried to clear a path to his friend. "I'm coming, Ghoul!"
Ghoul scrambled to his feet, whimpering from the intense pain this caused, desperate to get to Party Poison, but he was suddenly caught in a bear hug. He shouted his fury, trying to throw his attacker off.
"Baby, don't be like that..."
Jimmy was gripping Fun Ghoul around his throat, and dragged him backwards. Ghoul instantly cried out, and begun to struggle furiously, trying to force Jimmy away from him, but Jimmy clung on. He was dragging Ghoul away from the fight. Away from his friends. Ghoul was not going just going to give in. Not now.
"Get off me!" He shouted. "Jimmy, just stop!"
Jimmy shook his head, determined.
"Sorry, cutie. You're still coming with me, doll."
Jimmy all but picked Ghoul up, forcing him backwards, away from the battle and the Killjoys.
"Let me go, you bastard!" Ghoul shrieked, and then bit at Jimmy's hand when Saint tried to cover his mouth. Jimmy cried out, and then swore, striking Ghoul on his head, dazing him. But it was too late. Party Poison had seen what Saint Jimmy was doing, and he was calling to Kid and Jet, yelling for aid, and then breaking into a run. He was going to catch Jimmy, and he was going to kill him.
Grabbing a dirty piece of rag from his pocket, Jimmy stuffed the makeshift gag into Ghoul's mouth, effectively shutting him up. With a grunt of effort, he then proceeded to drag the struggling, whimpering man away from the others.
Poison was desperately trying to give chase, screaming Fun Ghoul's name. Jimmy paused, turned, and fired the stolen ray gun. Poison had to throw himself to one side to avoid the blast. Jimmy cursed his weak aim, and then continued to pull at Ghoul's arm.
"Come the fuck on!" Jimmy spat as he manhandled Ghoul away from the battle scene.
Away from safety.
Away from Gerard.
"Fun Ghoul! FUN GHOUL!"
Ghoul could hear Poison's desperate cries for him ringing in his ears. Then, there were more sounds of gunfights, and Ghoul knew why. More Draculoids had arrived on the scene and the Killjoys and their fellow rebels were very likely trapped in a fight for their lives. They wouldn't be able to help him, nor him them.
People had lost their lives that day, and it was all his fault.
Leaving the shouts and ray gun blasts behind them, Jimmy surged on, dragging his captive along with him. Ghoul was still gagged, and unable to fight back, thanks to the belt still binding his wrists. He was moaning, trying to drag his feet, anything to hinder their progress.
This was pure agony for Ghoul.
They had been there, all of them. They had actually come for him, despite what he had done.
Poison had come for him.
And now, he had lost them again, and they would not come for him again. Soon, he would be handed over to Korse. And his life would be over.
"Nearly there," Jimmy whispered to him.
The gag muffled ghoul's curse in response.
Finally, they arrived on the outskirts of the town. A BL/I transporter was waiting for them.
A Draculoid was leaning against the car. Ghoul was shocked to see just another masked minion. He had expected Korse.
And, evidently, so had Jimmy.
The drone moved forward to greet Saint Jimmy and his captive. As Ghoul got a good look at the BL/I drone, he saw that this was no simple Draculoid soldier, but instead a Scarecrow. He knew that this foe would be a lot harder to escape from.
He pulled again at his bonds, but once more discovered the knots were too tight. He was securely held, and completely helpless.
And he would very soon be at BL/I's mercy. The other Killjoys would not get to him in time.
Jimmy inclined his head at the newcomer. "Where is Korse?" He demanded.
The 'Crow stepped forward. "The Exterminator explained to you, Saint. He is unavailable so sent me in his place. I am to deal with you in his name, and my instructions are to take the captured Killjoy to him."
Saint raised an eyebrow. "And how do I know you're not one of those fucking Killjoys playing a game? From what I've heard, this kind of trick is right up Party Poison's street.
The masked man tilted his head on to one side. "I will prove it to you."
Ghoul stared fearfully at the Scarecrow standing a few feet away from him. Despite Jimmy's suspicions, he knew this wasn't one of his team, he could sense it. He looked desperately to the area filled with smoke and shouts, where his friends were, and he understood. The fight was exactly what it looked like, a smoke screen. They were happy to lose the drones in the battle, as long as this one Scarecrow escaped with its prize. Or Korse's prize.
Him.
BL/I had been very clever. They had prepared for the Killjoys hearing the radio conversations. They had expected Party Poison and the others to arrive. But that was not important, capturing them was not the plan. They just wanted him. And they had him. The rebels had been forced out into the open, had lost some numbers, which was, Ghoul presumed, an added bonus.
Jimmy, though, was unimpressed.
"We had a deal," Jimmy growled. "Where are the drugs Korse promised me?"
"Not yet," came the cold reply. "Soon."
Jimmy frowned. He kept hold of Ghoul.
"Why not now? You have your Killjoy."
"I am to deliver him to the Exterminator." The Crow announced, devoid of any emotion. "He must be prepared for transportation first." It looked towards the battle. "We have no time to waste. The rebels outnumber us. We only need the one prisoner."
He reached out for the Killjoy, who recoiled away but Jimmy held up a hand, stopping him.
"I need to block him first," Jimmy snapped. "He mustn't remember me."
"Go ahead," The creature snapped. "Get on with it."
Jimmy's eyes narrowed. Then, he pulled Ghoul closer to him and whispered harshly. "When you sleep, Ghoul, you will forget me."
Ghoul blinked. Forget? Was the man insane?
Fun Ghoul didn't have a chance to worry about it further. The BL/I drone suddenly took hold of him then, pulling him away from Jimmy. Ghoul struggled against the drone's hold on him, but it was useless. The 'Crow forced Fun Ghoul onto his knees, holding him firmly, and then pulled a small, circular machine out from it's white coat pocket. It then activated the device, so a red light began to flash, and placed the machine against Fun Ghoul's forehead.
The reaction was immediate.
Frank moaned, and then began to writhe, his eyes screwed shut. The pain in his head was immense, he couldn't see or think. Everything hurt. He was surely going to die. They didn't need him alive. They just wanted to kill him, then and there.
His whimpers quickly became screams, his cries muffled by the gag. The Scarecrow was relentless in its torture, taking pleasure in its captive's agony.
"Stop," Jimmy suddenly blurted out. He was standing closer to the Crow now, his eyes locked on the drone. He didn't look at Ghoul. "Stop hurting him."
The Draculoid paused, releasing Ghoul, who slumped down to the ground, unable to stop the tears trickling down his face. The Draculoid commander then turned its head to look at Jimmy, probing him. If Saint could have seen its face, he would have been sure the man was smirking.
"He is a Killjoy," The Scarecrow stated, motionlessly. "This is what he deserves. Once he is in custody, you will have your payment, Agent."
"He is captured, bound and gagged." Jimmy replied, an edge of warning to his tone. "He's not a threat right now, is he? You don't need to torture him!"
Ghoul, still lying at the Scarecrows feet, looked up. He saw into Jimmy's eyes and read the fury blazing there. He had, somehow, noted the word "Agent," and realised what it had meant, but that wasn't all. He had also recognised the man's tone, and, despite the fact he was certain Jimmy didn't care at all for him, he knew the 'Crow was in trouble. Jimmy was still attempting to persuade the Scarecrow to stop hurting its prisoner. "He can't escape. There is no need to torture him."
There was a moment's silence, before the Crow responded. When he did, the mocking in his voice was unmistakable.
"He is a desert rat," the voice snapped. "He is scum. And he will be treated us such. As The Exterminator ordered."
With that, the Scarecrow once more placed the circular device against Fun Ghoul's forehead. Just as before, Ghoul began to scream and writhe as the agony in his head returned. He could feel himself growing weaker, his voice becoming hoarse. He would lose consciousness any moment, and then he would be finished.
The blackness was surrounding him. Soon, he would be free.
As if from so far away, he heard a shout of pure rage.
"I told you to leave him the fuck alone!"
Saint Jimmy threw himself at the masked man, knocking him away from Ghoul, and forcing him to drop the torture device at the same time. Jimmy then stamped down on the machine, grinding it with his boot, and crushing it into pieces.
He met Ghoul's gaze, but didn't speak, instead turning once more toward his now recovering enemy.
"Have you gone mad?" The 'Crow snapped. "He is a Killjoy! He is my prisoner."
"Don't go near him again," Jimmy snarled, standing between Ghoul and the drone. The Scarecrow, utterly perplexed, shook his head, and then brought it's wrist device to its mouth, clearly preparing to call for aid. The fierce battle between its Draculoid slaves, the Killjoys, and other rebels was still playing out in the distance.
It never got the chance.
Jimmy surged forward, grabbing hold of his foe, and striking him across the face. He followed it up with a harsh punch to the man's gut. The Crow, stronger than the average Drac, and more used to fighting, fought back, grappling with Jimmy, gripping his hair and forcing his head back. Jimmy moaned in pain but managed to gain the upper hand once more, wrenching free. Leaping behind the Scarecrow then, he took hold of its neck, and held it firmly.
The man struggled desperately, but Jimmy was in control now.
There was a loud "crack" as Saint snapped the man's neck in one devastating blow, killing him silently and instantly, and then dropped the body to the ground.
Ghoul, still laying on the sand close by, his whole being trembling from pain and adrenalin, looked on, completely thrown by this turn of events.
Jimmy stood over the dead Scarecrow, glaring down at it as if he couldn't believe what he had just done.
A beat passed.
Breathing hard, Frank stared at Jimmy. Jimmy gazed back. Neither man knew what to do, or what to say, to the other. They both knew that Saint Jimmy had just, quite unexpectedly and unnecessarily, saved Frank's life. Jimmy had actually done something to help another person, not himself, and the realisation of this seemed to be more of a shock for Jimmy himself, then it was for Frank.
The silence was deafening.
Finally, Ghoul cleared his throat.
But he didn't get the chance to speak.
"Get the fuck away from him!"
The cry of rage cut across the quiet moment, making both men jump in surprise. Party Poison was marching up to Ghoul and Jimmy, his gun clutched in his right hand. The bodies of five Draculoids lay on the ground behind him, broken and forgotten. The Killjoy leader was furious, and clearly determined. He had had enough, and now apparently wanted this finished.
Jimmy had hurt Ghoul, and therefore all of them, and now, Poison would take his revenge.
Saint threw Ghoul, who was looking very uncomfortable and confused, an unsure glance, and then drew himself up to his fall height by the time Poison had reached them.
"Why don't you just calm yourself down, red?" Saint countered, stepping even closer to Ghoul.
Poison saw the movement; saw red, and then grabbed Jimmy by his arm, pulling him away from Ghoul. Jimmy let out a furious growl, and wrestled free from the Killjoy, then whirled round to face the other man, only to find Poison's ray gun was now ready, and pointing directly between his eyes.
Jimmy stopped, breathing harshly. He looked past Poison, to see the other two members of their little gang had now joined their furious leader, and their own guns were drawn and aimed squarely at him. Other rebels, those that had lived through the battle, were standing close by, unsure. This matter didn't concern them. They had rallied around the Killjoys when they had asked for help but that was over now. This was between the four men, and this outsider. They wouldn't interfere.
Jimmy didn't entirely know why, but he shot an uncertain look towards Ghoul, who gazed back, his eyes wide. He looked frightened.
Saint returned his gaze to Poison. "Going to blast me away, are you?
Poison gripped his gun harshly. "You fucked with the wrong rebels."
Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "You're no better than Korse, you know that?" He snarled. "Prettier, I'll give you that, but just as much of a cold blooded killer-"
"This isn't murder," Poison hissed, in retaliation. "This is an execution." He stepped forward, away from the other Killjoys. "You don't get to hurt any of us again."
He raised his gun. Jimmy stared back, unflinching.
Poison's finger covered the trigger.
Ghoul suddenly stepped forward, reaching out for Party Poison's hand.
"Leave him," he muttered.
Poison froze, hesitating. His eyes didn't leave Jimmy for a second, as he addressed his friend.
"What did you say?" He demanded.
Ghoul swallowed hard. "Don't kill him. Lets just go."
Everybody, including Jimmy, was now staring at Ghoul. Saint seemed the most surprised. He was searching Ghoul's face, apparently trying to figure out if this was a trick.
Ghoul didn't return his gaze. Instead, his eyes were locked on Party Poison's, as he waited for Poison's reply.
Poison shook his head, and then fixed Ghoul with a look of pure amazement.
"Why?" He snapped, finally.
"I just don't want you to kill him. Not for me."
Poison was incredulous. "Ghoul, he was going to fucking sell you to those bastards! For a few drugs!" Poison's gun hand trembled. All he wanted to do was pull the trigger. "He fucking deserves-"
"I know what he deserves," Ghoul retorted. "Everything he did, he did it to me."
"Nice comeback!" Jimmy threw in.
Poison rounded on him furiously. "You shut your fucking mouth!"
Saint held both his hands up in mock surrender, one wary eye on the ray gun still pointing at his head.
With a deep breath, Poison turned back to Ghoul.
"It's too dangerous to let him live, Ghoul;" He said softly. "He knows us, especially you."
Jimmy let out an amused snort.
Jet Star crossed his arms, and glared at the arrogant man. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ghoul, seeing his friend's questioning look, spoke up before him.
"I just wanna get out of here, Poison;" Ghoul snapped. "Please. Can we go?"
Party gazed at his friend for a few moments, a mixture of annoyance and confusion etched on his face. He glanced at Jimmy quickly, and then with a very agitated sigh, he lowered his ray gun, and nodded sharply.
"Fine," he snapped, his displeasure clear. "It's your decision, Ghoul."
Jimmy clasped his hands together, and laughed loudly.
"Thanks doll," He told Ghoul, that even present smirk on his lips. "I owe you one."
Ghoul cringed, casting his eyes to the ground, and blushing furiously.
Seeing the Killjoy's shame, Saint Jimmy grinned cruelly. "Or does this actually make as even?" He hissed, nastily.
Ghoul let out a low moan, and recoiled slightly, moving closer to Kobra Kid, who tightened his protective hold on the other man.
Poison's concerned gaze moved from Ghoul to meet the amused one of Saint Jimmy, and his face-hardened. The bastard was laughing at them, mocking them. Whether Ghoul, for whatever reason, wanted to see Jimmy leave that town unharmed or not, Poison was not feeling quite so charitable.
The Killjoy turned, and gestured to his brother. "Kid, you and Jet get Ghoul in the car, and take care of him." He indicated towards Jimmy, who was still watching him, his lips curled into a lazy, unconcerned grin. "Myself and the Saint here are going to have ourselves a quick chat."
Jimmy raised an eyebrow, and then his smirk turned into an amused smile.
Fun Ghoul's head shot up at Poison's words, and he let out a low moan of dismay. "No, Poison. Please just leave it. You promised me-"
"It's okay, Ghoul," Poison interjected, cutting the younger man off. "I promised not to hurt him, and I won't." His eyes met Jimmy's. "I just want to talk to him."
Jimmy chuckled. "Fine by me," he muttered, his gaze flashing to Ghoul quickly. He then gestured to an area close by, a secluded site, where they could speak out of sight of the others. "After you, Mr Poison."
Poison glared, but nodded in agreement.
Kid shook his head. He didn't like this at all. They had Ghoul back; everything was as it should be. Why couldn't Poison just leave it? He opened his mouth to speak his thoughts but Poison read his brother's intention, and spoke over him.
"Please Kobra, just do as I ask, and look after Ghoul? This won't take long. I just want to make sure that Jimmy and I understand each other." He reached out, grasping his brother's shoulder. "Trust me, yeah?"
That did it. Kobra DID trust Poison, completely and utterly, and he couldn't deny him anything, no matter how much he disagreed with the choice of action. So, giving Jet Star, who was still watching Ghoul closely, a despairing glance, he took a gentle hold on Fun Ghoul's arm, and led him back toward the Trans AM. He noticed how Ghoul's steps faltered as they neared the vehicle, and he didn't understand why. He wanted to ask, but knew now was not the time. Jet, noting Ghoul's discomfort just as quickly, frowned angrily, and he moved into position, taking Ghoul's other arm, and supporting his friend.
Poison watched their progress, and then glared back at Jimmy.
Jimmy was grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Shall we?" He whispered, somewhat suggestively, with a sharp jerk of his head.
Poison let out an irritated sigh, and then walked past Jimmy, knowing the other man would follow him. He led Jimmy behind a wall, and then stood, hands on hips, waiting for him to catch up. Jimmy sauntered along behind, finally reaching Poison, and then leaning back against the wall, his piercing eyes locked on Party's, almost an air of boredom surrounding him.
"So," Jimmy purred. "What made you bring me to this private and secluded spot? What could we have to talk about?" He leaned in closer then, moving his back away from the wall. "Or did you want something else from me, hey, baby?"
Poison trembled slightly at the obvious meaning to his words. "I don't fucking think so." He spat. "Why don't you just shut your poisonous mouth for one second, and listen to me?"
Jimmy laughed. Poison wanted to kill him.
He hated himself for being stupid enough to make that promise to Ghoul. He had never wanted to kill anyone more. Even Korse.
He struggled to remain in control. He knew Jimmy would see any emotional reaction from him as a victory, and Poison was damned if he would give him that.
He decided that there was only one way he could get the message across. He grabbed at Jimmy, shoving him back against the wall, and knocking the wind out of him in the process. Finally, that infuriating smirked was wiped off of the other man's face, and Poison could have cheered.
He pulled out his ray gun, and placed it against Jimmy's cheek. Jimmy stared at him then, staring deeply into his eyes, trying to guess Poison's intentions. The Killjoy stayed calm, not giving him any chances to turn the tables.
"I made a promise to my best friend," he began, softly; "And I keep my promises. I'm not going to kill you. But I swear, if you come near Ghoul, or anyone else I love, ever again, I will rip you apart, do you understand me?"
Jimmy was breathing harshly. His eyes were like black orbs, wide and staring. Poison couldn't help but shudder when he looked into them.
"I asked you a question," Poison repeated. "I want to hear you say that you understand." He shook Jimmy harshly. "SAY IT!"
Jimmy stayed quiet for a few seconds. When he did speak, Poison had to strain to hear him. "And what if Fun Ghoul doesn't want to stay away from me?"
Poison blinked. "What's that supposed to fucking mean?"
The man shrugged. "Maybe I left quite an impression on the poor little love?"
Poison stared at him. "You're deluded if you think-"
"He wants me safe, doesn't he? Won't let his hero kill me, will he?"
Poison didn't like where this was going. "He's fucking confused, scared. He doesn't give a shit about you, you stupid fucker!"
That smirk was back.
"Careful, Party Poison," Jimmy hissed. "I might think you're jealous."
Poison snorted. "Jealous of you?"
"Oh no," came the triumphant reply. "Jealous of Frankie."
Before Poison had the chance to compute his words, Jimmy struck. Poison was not even aware of being grabbed, his gun wrenched from his hold, before he and Jimmy had swapped places, and he was suddenly pinned against the wall, Jimmy pressed up against him, his own gun now held against his head.
"I don't usually carry ray guns," Jimmy mused; "Never liked them much. You have to be much smarter to survive without a gun, don't ya think, Poison?"
Poison did not reply. He was still trying to figure out how Jimmy had gained the upper hand and was getting increasingly concerned about how this confrontation was going. He had had it all so well planned out, and now, the whole situation was out of his control, and it scared him.
"Just squeezing the trigger," the other man continued, purring into Poison's ear, "and it's all over for you. No more Party Poison. What do you think?"
Poison let out a sharp intake of breath, but he still said nothing.
Jimmy tightened his hold, and Poison let out a low moan.
"Maybe I'd like to hear you beg for your life-"
"Fuck off," Poison spat, at once.
Jimmy laughed, and then dropped Poison's gun, letting the weapon fall to the ground. Poison watched its progress, completely confused. He let out a frustrated growl, shoving against Jimmy, trying to dislodge the other man's hold, but Jimmy held on to him firmly, not allowing him any space to mount an attack.
Party could only look on with panicked eyes as Jimmy's hand slipped inside his own pocket, and then, with a knowing smirk, he pulled out a small tub of pills. Poison increased his struggles to get away, which only resulted in Jimmy's grin broadening further.
"Don't worry, Red;" Jimmy purred. "All these will do is help you to relax, baby".
He grabbed Poison, wrenching open the man's mouth before he even knew what was going on, and forcing two pills down his throat.
"Swallow!" Jimmy hissed. "Come on, Killjoy. They're good for you."
Poison had no choice. With the hold Jimmy had him in, he couldn't spit the damn things out. He couldn't hold his breath for long and, finally, he couldn't help but swallow. His throat felt uncomfortable as the pills rushed down and he gasped, glaring at his enemy with hatred.
Jimmy was beaming at him. "And now," he whispered, "You're going to do exactly as I say..."
An eerie sense of calm rushed over Party Poison. It was as if all his worries and concerns were suddenly fading and he wanted to trust the man holding him. No, he didn't want to trust him; he needed to trust him, because it was the right thing to do. Poison flushed, confused. The bastard was winning, that was obvious, and Poison could do nothing about it. He couldn't even move, he was pinned so completely.
"Stay still, Poison." Jimmy ordered, and then released his grip. "Keep quiet, no shouting for help now. Speak only when I tell you to."
Party Poison didn't move. He couldn't move. He stared at Jimmy, his helplessness and fear growing with every passing second.
Jimmy chuckled, looking delighted, and then reached out to caress Poison's face, his hand slipping down the Killjoy's body, touching, stroking as it went.
"You want to answer some questions for Saint Jimmy, Baby?"
Poison could only moan in response.
"Good boy." Jimmy took his hand away, and leaned closer.
He cleared his throat.
"Now then, Party Poison, what is your real name?"
Poison stared at him. He couldn't tell him, wouldn't tell him. It was none of his business...
He had no choice.
"Gerard Way," he gasped, as if the words just tumbled out of his mouth. He stared at Jimmy, horrified at what he had just told him.
Jimmy smirked.
"See? That wasn't so hard was it? Now, lets keep going, shall we?"
The questions came thick and fast, and Poison found himself incapable of not answering. A lie was impossible. He had to tell the truth.
He had to.
"What are your fellow Killjoys real names?"
"Mikey Way, Ray Toro and Frank Iero."
"How long have you all been in the Zones?"
"Three Years."
"And how did you meet the other Killjoys?"
"I knew them before the bombs fell."
"Really? How?"
"We were in a band."
Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "Is that right? What were you called?"
"My Chemical Romance."
Jimmy paused, thinking back, and then his eyes widened in recollection, and he then threw back his head, and laughed.
"Of course! Well, I'm in the company of a rock star! I'm honoured, Mr Way!"
Poison was struggling to keep still. He wanted to beat this smirking man, wanted him out of his face. But his body would simply not obey. Why the hell was he telling him everything? What was wrong with him?
"Why do you hate Korse?"
"Because he killed my parents."
Jimmy shrugged. And then, he smiled.
"Do you love Frank?"
"Yes."
Saint Jimmy nodded in approval. "You should tell him, you know."
Poison didn't reply to that. There was no question. He was burning with shame. He was screaming at himself silently to shut the fuck up but he couldn't stop talking. He was Jimmy's plaything.
Jimmy looked thoughtful.
"Why did you leave the City?"
"Because Korse was hunting us."
"Why?"
"We spoke out against Better Living Industries. We were warned to run to the Zones."
"Warned? By who?"
"Billie Joe."
Jimmy blinked. His hands balled into fists, and he gritted his teeth.
"Billie Joe Armstrong?" He questioned, fury already building within him.
"Yes."
"You are friends with him?"
"Yes."
Jimmy turned away momentarily, lost in his musings. He looked in the direction of the other Killjoys, knowing Poison would be missed very shortly. It was time for him to wrap things up.
He put his mouth against Poison's ear, and sucked on his lobe. He then whispered, lustfully, into his ear:
"You will forget me tonight, Gerard."
He sighed. Such a shame it always had to end like this.
Fun time was over.
"Thanks for being so helpful, doll." Jimmy offered, with a triumphant smile. "Before you go, why don't I do something for you? You've given me so much, after all..."
Poison was desperate to ask him what the hell that was supposed to mean, but he didn't need to, as he very quickly got his answer. His breath caught in his throat when Jimmy's hand suddenly moved to grind against Poison's groin, palming him over his clothes. His back arched and he let out a helpless moan as the other man rubbed him mercilessly. Jimmy chuckled breathlessly as the sweat began to roll off of Poison's forehead, and his whole body began to tremble.
"You like that, sweetheart?" Jimmy purred. When Poison didn't answer, Jimmy gave him a warning shake. "Hey, Cherry Top? Answer me! You like my touch, don't you?"
Poison, his eyes screwed shut, shook his head furiously, but the word shot out of him mouth regardless. "Yes..." Jimmy chuckled, and then increased his ministrations, and Poison couldn't help but gasp. The heat between his legs intensified with the friction, and his body temperature rocketed. Shame coursed through him as the unwanted feelings of pleasure continued to swell. This was total humiliation, in body and mind, and he was still facing the horrible fact that Jimmy had bested him in every possible way.
How the hell would he face Frank after this?
"Beg me for more," Jimmy slurred in his ear. "Come on, Red. Beg me."
"Please..." he moaned, and then bit his lip, humiliation radiating from him. "Please..." He put all his efforts into forcing out one word, a word spoken of his own free will. "Stop..."
Jimmy seemed surprised, and then his eyes lit up.
"Your mouth says one thing, my sweet, but your dick says another. How long has it been for you, Poison? Just go with it. How will you face them, eh? How will they look at you, after this?" Poison let out a whimper, and Jimmy chuckled breathlessly in his ear. "That's right, Cherry Top. Moan for me. Let Saint Jimmy take care of you, doll, just like he took care of your baby boy-"
"Frank," Poison whimpered. It hurt to speak, it hurt to go against Jimmy's instructions. But he was feeling stronger now. Perhaps the effects of the drugs Jimmy had forced him to take were finally lifting?
"Yeah," Jimmy was saying, with a wide grin. He hissed his next words into Poison's ear as he continued to grind against him. Both men knew Poison was close to the edge and Jimmy clearly intended to push him right over. "You're as easy as Ghoul was, aren't you, Gerard?"
Poison's blood froze. The Killjoy's eyes snapped open and he glared hatefully at Jimmy. Finally, he had at last regained control of his senses, and apparently, his body. With a furious shout, he slammed forward, kneeing Jimmy in his groin as hard as he could. Jimmy let out a startled cry, taken completely by surprise, and fell backwards, releasing Poison as his hands covered his agonised member. He looked up at Gerard, his eyes wide in shock at the fact that Poison had managed to fight back.
Poison took a shaky breath, and then forced himself to concentrate on the anger flowing through him as opposed to his need to obey Jimmy, and also his body's desperation to be satisfied, surged on. He hit Jimmy twice across the face, ensuring that the man remained writhing at his feet. He grabbed a fistful of Jimmy's messy, black hair, and tore his head up painfully.
Still panting, though trying desperately to take slow breaths, Poison raged; "What the fuck did you do to me?"
Jimmy smirked. "You did it, Poison. Not me."
Poison grabbed him again. "Okay, answer this then. What the FUCK did you do to Ghoul?"
Another pained chuckle. "None of your business, doll." He raised his head, and fixed Poison with a cruel glare. "That's between me and Frankie, isn't it, Gerard?"
The red head bristled. "I'll ask this once more, you sick freak. What did you do to Frank?"
Jimmy paused for a second, before throwing back his head, and laughing loudly.
He bared his teeth as he regarded the furious Poison.
"Ask me fucking nicely!"
Poison shoved Jimmy away from him.
"Fuck you!"
Suddenly there was the sound of gunfire in the distance. Panic surged through Poison. He had to get back to the others. The Killjoy needed to get back to Ghoul. He needed to be there for his friend, for Frank. It was the least he owed to the man. He'd let him down enough.
"You won't remember any of this in the morning," Jimmy suddenly barked, as Poison rushed past him, causing the Killjoy to pause and look back. "And neither will he."
Poison shook his head. "We're not likely to forget this shit."
Jimmy grinned. "I told you to forget. And you'll do as I say." He lowered his head. "No one remembers me. That's the way it has to be. Tell Frank from me though, that it was an absolute fucking pleasure."
Poison took a threatening step toward Jimmy, wanting nothing more but to wipe the smirk from his face, but he knew somebody else needed him more in that moment, somebody else who mattered a hell of a lot more than this ass-hole that had forced himself into their lives. He pointed at Jimmy, and then told him, as viciously as he could; "If I ever see you again, I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me?"
Jimmy shook his head. "Don't you get it?" He grinned. "You won't remember me. I'll be nothing but a ghost, a flicker of a memory. You'll never know what this was all about. Was it Ghoul I wanted? Or was he just a means to an end? The end being, namely, you, Party Poison! But none of this will matter to you very soon. Not for you, or for Frankie." He paused, before adding, almost with something akin to regret: "Sadly."
Swaggering past Poison, he moved out from the wall keeping them for the other killjoy's sight, and walked over to the dead Drac, still laying, forgotten, on the sand where it had fallen. He knelt down beside it and then, whistling a happy tune, reached into the pockets of its white coat and relieved it of three small tubs. He threw them up in the air and then caught them, and then looked back at Poison, who was watching him, hatred in his gaze.
"That's what this was all about?" He spat. "You getting high?"
"Isn't that what everything is about?" Jimmy retorted. "Even for you desert rats?"
"I'll never take that shit again-" Poison began, instantly on his high horse, but Jimmy interrupted him. "Not every high is drug related, baby..." And then he jerked his head toward the watching Fun Ghoul.
Poison gave Ghoul a quick glance, and then resumed his hostile stare at Jimmy.
"They're waiting for you, Killjoy." Jimmy purred.
Party Poison had nothing left to say. Turning on his heel, he marched away from Jimmy, not looking back.
He rushed to the Trans Am, snapping at the other Killjoys to get into the car. His gaze lingered on Ghoul for a moment.
"What-" The brunette began but his leader shook his head.
"Just get in, Ghoul." He threw at him, as he slid into the driver's seat, his stern gaze locked directly ahead of him.
Ghoul didn't argue. He did as he was told.
He didn't notice Poison's first concerned gaze to him in the rear view mirror.
Or the second.
The four Killjoys drove on, in complete silence.
XXX
Saint Jimmy was lying back in the sand, enjoying the heat before it became too much for him, and he had to run for cover. He liked days like this, when he had accomplished all his tasks for that bastard company, and he was left alone to do, as he wanted.
Not for the first time, his thoughts wandered to Poison, Ghoul and the other Killjoys. He wondered where they were, what were they were doing.
Was there any chance that they remembered him?
He gave himself a small shake.
Of course they wouldn't. And that was the way he liked it.
And that was when he heard it. A car engine disturbing the silence.
Jimmy stared, trying to focus through the deadly suns rays. He held up a hand to shield his eyes and saw that the car in the distance was getting closer and closer.
Jimmy had a instinct to run. He ignored it. He was St Jimmy. He wasn't scared of anything.
The vehicle came to an abrupt halt right in front of him, smoke and dirt surrounding it.
Jimmy blinked. For a second, a crazy notion struck him.
"Frank-?"
That was stupid. How could it be the Killjoys? They had no idea who he was.
Very quickly, Jimmy had his answer.
There were two Draculoids in the car, climbing out, one on each side, and they weren't alone.
Jimmy flinched. How could he not recognise the man in the passenger seat? The man that had once offered him a deal he couldn't refuse.
Korse.
The Exterminator nodded to his operative, and then slammed the car door shut, and then slowly approached the smaller man.
Jimmy stood carefully, smiling politely at Korse. "Exterminator." He offered, as a greeting. There was an air of uncaring about him, but his eyes though, they betrayed his fear.
Korse was watching Jimmy closely.
"What happened to the Killjoys, Agent? You informed me-"
"They escaped," Jimmy cut in. "Not my fault either. Your useless Draculoid bastards let them get away."
Korse was smiling. Jimmy felt his insides cringing.
"You must accompany me back to the City, Jimmy."
Jimmy looked thoughtful. "But the missions-"
"Tell me about the Killjoys." Korse interjected. "They are all I care about, as you know."
Saint looked up abruptly. "What?"
"You spent time with them, got to know them. I want to know what you found out."
Jimmy shook his head quickly. "I didn't find out anything from-"
Korse tutted. "Now now, my friend. Don't lie to me. You are given tools to aid your tasks for our company, truth givers for example. Are you telling me you didn't use such drugs on any of the Killjoys?"
There was a pause, before Jimmy replied, softly. "Sorry, Sir. I didn't have the opportunity-"
Korse struck, grabbing Jimmy's wrist, and tightening his hold, hard enough to bruise.
"Don't lie to me!"
"I'M NOT!"
Korse frowned. And then sighed. He raised his wrist, and placed his finger against his communicator. "All of my Scarecrows," he began, speaking as if he was disinterested, "are equipped with listening devices;" he tapped his temple, "Which are then placed where they cannot be found and removed." His eyes bore into Jimmy's, who had suddenly lost all remaining colour. "The Scarecrow I sent to deal, quite fairly, with you for the handover of Fun Ghoul was no exception." His lips curled. "Shall we find out what the device can tell us?"
Not bothering to wait for Jimmy to reply, he pressed a button.
A recording of the recently departed Scarecrow's dull voice suddenly spoke up, filling the small area.
"He is a Killjoy. This is what he deserves. Once he is in custody, you will have your payment, Agent."
Jimmy squirmed when he heard his own voice, sounding angry.
"He is captured, bound and gagged. He can't escape. There is no need to torture him."
The Crow argued with him.
"He is a desert rat. He is scum. And he will be treated us such. As The Exterminator ordered."
At that, Korse raised an eyebrow. Jimmy had nothing to say. Then, the sound of Ghoul's agonised cries sounded out everything else, and Jimmy felt sick to his stomach, hearing his pain all over again.
"Stop it." He snapped. "Just stop."
Korse merely grinned at him.
Then, a cry from before, and a scream of pure rage.
"I told you to leave him the fuck alone!"
"Have you gone mad? He is a Killjoy! He is my prisoner."
"Don't go near him again,"
And then, there was the sound of a fight. It was very clear what was happening, from the grunts, and gasps, and then the noise that indicated that there had been a victor.
Korse tilted his head on one side, and waited.
Jimmy met his eyes momentarily, and then didn't hesitate a second longer. He snapped his head round, and took off, sending any Drac that tried to hold him flying out of his way. Jimmy was racing away from Korse and his scum, as quickly as his legs could carry him.
It wasn't fast enough.
Korse snarled, pulled out his white custom company gun, took aim and fired.
The blast struck the fleeing Jimmy fully in his back. He let out one cry of shocked pain and was then send tumbling off of his feet. He collapsed to the ground, whimpering softly.
Korse lowered his gun, and smiled cruelly. He gestured towards his Drac drones, and they rushed away, towards their vehicle, understanding his silent order. It was time to head back. Korse then began to walk slowly up to his stunned Agent.
Jimmy was trembling, tremors flooding through him. He didn't know what ray gun blast Korse had used to hit him with, but its effects were certainly agonising. Taking some deep breaths to try and control his breathing, he managed to roll his screaming body over, and looked up, feeling something alien to him as he watched Korse strolling up to him.
He felt fear.
"You will tell me everything you know, Jimmy." Korse told him, his smile one of pure evil. "Whether you want to, or not."
Jimmy didn't reply. Korse smirked. As the Exterminator reached for him, Jimmy realised, with absolute clarity, that his luck had finally run out.
XXX
The Killjoys were driving on the following day, having received a communication from the Doc. He wanted to meet them. He had a "serious request" to ask of them. He hadn't given them much information, apart from asking them, somewhat strangely, if they were happy for someone else to run with them. Poison had frowned at this. He didn't want a stranger with them. He didn't like to trust many people. He'd been burned before, after all. Back in the day...
The Doc had stressed the importance though, and their leader had relented.
Poison and Ghoul didn't mention the day before. Jet and Kobra felt that was for the best. If their two friends wanted to forget all about their fight, and the enigmatic but dangerous man they had crossed paths with the previous day, then the others were happy to go along with that.
Jet Star did notice a couple of odd things though. New things…
The fact that Poison, the night before, had stayed with Ghoul, sleeping beside him, keeping close to him.
The way Poison was opening the car door for the younger man, and the small smile he gave him...
The way their hands touched as they both reached for the door handle, and they held on a few seconds longer than necessary...
And the way they both rubbed at their temples, and frowned, as if they were trying to remember something that was on the edge of their minds, but locked away. And then they looked at each other, and there was something between them, something new.
Something special.
"You okay?" Kobra suddenly spoke up, leaning closer to Jet.
"Yeah," Jet Star agreed quickly, startled out of his musings. "I'm fine." Then, softly, "Things seem better." A jerk of his head. "With them."
"They do," Kobra granted. "Thank fuck for that."
Jet Star smiled as he lowered himself into his usual seat. Things would get back to normal now.
They'd be fine.
~The End~