Disenchanted
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Author's Note: As promised, here is the next chapter! I'm going to apologise in advanced. For those of you that had read the A.N. of the previous chapter, one of the reasons why I had not been able to update was due to something that had happened that I'm not going to talk too much about. Unfortunately, I was mid-way through writing this particular chapter and lost motivation and drive to write for quite a few weeks. I forced myself to finish it, but I do not know if I am entirely happy with it. I hope that the following chapter(s) will make up for things! I can safely say that there will be some action in chapter five.
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Chapter Four
"I can't believe they're gone."
Sonic Zombie lifted his head, brushing his dark brown fringe back from his right eye as he glanced over at the blonde-brown haired man in the cell opposite his.
Bob Bryar was sitting on his bed, his brow furrowed in deep thought as he continued to stare at the floor of his cell. He let out a huff before he started to speak again.
"It's odd. Even though I've never met them, it feels as if I should know them," Bob finally looked up and at the captive Killjoy in the opposing cell, forcing a small smile. "Or maybe it's because of all of the stories that I've been hearing about them from you and everyone else that's been through here," he paused for a moment to study Sonic Zombie. "How are you holding up anyway? I mean, they were your friends, right? Did you want to talk about anything?"
Sonic Zombie shook his head in response. He did not want to say anything aloud – worried that it may come across as cold and harsh – but the Fabulous Killjoys were gone now. There was not anything that could be done to bring them back, was there? And it was not like he could simply break out of his cell and go on some sort of revenge killing spree.
He was, however, worried about Sugar Fiend and his other friends and comrades back in Zone Seven.
"I wonder what Better Living Industries are going to do next," Bob mused aloud. "I mean, like you, there are other Killjoys out there, aren't there? Do you think they are going to retaliate when they find out what's happened?"
"I'm not sure," Sonic Zombie frowned. "But usually, each Killjoy Zone has a Zone leader. They're the ones that take responsibility for any big decisions for their area."
Bob let the new information sink in before he nodded his head. "Are you a Zone leader? Is that why they're keeping you here?"
"Nah," Sonic Zombie let out a short laugh. "Half the time, I couldn't even get out of bed on time when I needed to. I prefer to just roll with things in any case."
"What about Sugar Fiend?" Bob asked. "Her name's been thrown around quite a bit by our friends from Better Living."
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. She's the Zone leader where I'm from." Sonic Zombie replied.
"And?"
"And what?" the captive Killjoy blinked in confusion.
A sly smile crept across Bob's rugged face as he regarded his Killjoy friend. "Just because I've been locked away in here for ages, doesn't mean I've forgotten how to read human emotions," he gave Sonic Zombie a small wink. "Besides, we're buddies now, aren't we? You can tell me. She's more than just your Zone leader, isn't she?"
Sonic Zombie could feel his cheeks start to heat up at Bob's persistent questioning. The blonde-brown ex-drummer chuckled as he spotted the flustered look on the Killjoy's face.
"So, how long have you two been together?"
A wry grin from Sonic Zombie. "Long enough that I don't need to spill everything to you," he stuck his tongue out at Bob. "Since when did you get so nosy about my social life anyway?"
Bob let out a laugh, shaking his head a little. "Well, ya know, it's not like there's much to keep us entertained, right? And it's been a while since we've had an appearance from BL/Ind's little ex-Killjoy lapdog. What else is there to do apart from a little round of getting to know each other better?" A pause. "That didn't sound quite right, did it? I didn't mean to make it sound like that."
A snicker from Sonic Zombie as he watched Bob's cheeks flush a pinkish-red. The dark haired Killjoy shifted as he leaned back against the wall adjacent to his bed, offering Bob a warm smile. "Tell you what, Bob; when we get out of here, I'm gonna take you to Zone Seven and let you meet Fiend and the rest of the crazy family."
"If we weren't so far apart, I would totally shake on that," Bob grinned. "So let's just say it's a deal."
"A deal it is then," Sonic Zombie mirrored Bob's somewhat cheeky grin. "All we have to do now is figure a way to bust out of this hell-hole."
A snort from Bob. "I have to say, when all of this is over, I'm all up for a vacation."
"Are you kidding me?" Sonic Zombie let out a short laugh. "The whole reason why a bunch of us ended up here is because of a holiday that we had booked."
"Really?" Bob blinked, cocking his head to one side in a curious manner. "That's so… I dunno. It's odd. Hell, some people might call it fate. Though probably not in a good way. So a 'holiday', huh?"
Sonic Zombie gave a witty smile, adjusting his position on his bed. "You better believe it. Fiend was always going on about going to an anime and manga convention in the United States. Then Space Biscuit got exci-"
"Space Biscuit?"
"Uh yeah. She's one of our Zone Seven Killjoys," Sonic Zombie explained. "Along with Mercurial Crash, Lady Luck and…. uh… our 'friend' Renegade Turncoat, that makes the lot of us from the United Kingdom. Little Red, Rocketship Dropout and I suspect that other newcomer… Wolf… uh… Wolf something are all other Zone Seven Killjoys that we met here."
Bob scratched his short beard as he took in the new information. "That's quite a group you have there, huh?" he remarked. "So all of you make up the Zone Seven Killjoys?"
"Well, I'm sure there are others out there that we haven't met yet," Sonic Zombie replied. "Who knows? We may even have additional Killjoys staying at our base now. Times and situations can change pretty fast these days." The captive Killjoy could not help but hope that if there had been any changes, none of his friends had been ghosted. After all, if Better Living Industries was now capable of taking out the Fabulous Killjoys in one go, they were obviously getting better at handling Killjoys in combat situations. And that was worrying indeed.
Bob watched Sonic Zombie's expression turn momentarily grim and he cleared his throat before attempting to change the subject as best as he could. "So, hey, Zombie? Mind if I call you that?" he did not really give the Killjoy much of a chance to respond before he continued. "You ever see the big wig in charge of this place?"
"Not in person," Sonic Zombie shook his head. "Only from some of the transmissions that we received back in Zone Seven," he paused as he noticed Bob arch an eyebrow at him. "Oh, uh, we have a working television at our base. Acquired from Battery City on a…" he coughed. "Resupplying mission. Every base in each Zone pretty much has one."
"Little thieves," chuckled Bob. "Not that I would complain – It's BL/Ind's property after all," he ran a hand through his slightly shaggy hair. "I wonder what goes through that woman's mind. Y'know, the lady that runs this whole show. I wonder what she's trying to achieve…"
"Who knows?" Sonic Zombie shrugged. "She could be just a power-crazy, insane, tyrant. Most movie baddies are, right?"
Bob let out a laugh. "You're nuts, you know that?" his smile faltered a little. "Kind of reminds me of one of my old friends that I haven't seen in ages. Except you have a few less tattoos," he glanced up at the ceiling. "I wonder if he and the others are still alive…"
A/N#2: Again, sorry for the sub-par, short chapter. I hope to bring a better, action packed chapter soon. In the meantime, please leave your constructive reviews! ^^