Chapter 11
Finally, They all thought once Party, Kobra, Ghoul, Jet, Hollow, and Stellar reached their BL/IND destination. They parked their car far from view hoping that the Dracs would never see their car. That was their baby. Their pride and joy. Their life-force. The reason they've made it so far. That car... was GOD! They hopped out of the car and Party started to go over the plan:
"Kobra you're in charge of Hollow. Make sure she's alright. Never let her out of sight. Sorry Hollow..." Hollow waved it off. Party continued, "Jet and Ghoul you're with me. And Stellar, you can follow whoever." Stellar waltzed over to Kobra and Hollow. She didn't trust Kobra enough with Hollow. Party knew she would go with them. Make it even. "Okay Ghoul, Jet and I will go to find the cure while Hollow, Kobra, and Stellar fight off the Dracs. My group will raid in through the entrance closest to where the supply is over on the east side. You guys raid the west to distract us from the Dracs. Got it?" The group nodded in agreement. Ghoul didn't nod or say anything, reluctant to make Party happy.
"Let's go in."
Darkness... no sound... The Killjoys progressed slowly, concentrating on every small sound or detail. Kobra, Hollow, and Stellar from west, the others from east. No noise. Everything would go according to plan. Until,
COUGH!
Hollow had coughed. Then the lights flipped on. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of Dracs stood staring at Kobra and them. Stellar looked at Hollow, an evil glimmer in both her eyes but Hollow could see a look of wanting Hollow to stay alive, and maybe Party. Hollow knew Stellar to well to not see that potray through her eyes.
Kobra started it. He shot once at a Drac, instantly killing it, as he made his way over to another Drac he kicked in the stomach. The Drac doubled over in pain clinging to its front as Kobra brought both his hands down onto his bare skull. Blood spurted from everywhere and onto Kobra's pants. He wiped his hands and moved to the next one. Stellar was fighting as well as Hollow but it seemed as if Stellar was fighting for the both of them. Hollow continued to lean over and cough. Or she would fall suddenly, losing her footing, Stellar was already getting tired because fighting for the both of them was not an easy task. "KOBRA!" Stellar looked over. And there was Kobra. On the ground.
Sirens wailed around Party, Ghoul, and Jet collapsing onto them like a fallen mountain. Party fell back as a Drac jumped in front of him forcing him down. Ghoul looked at behind and thought, Damn he could die. I could let him die. Ghoul ran over and took a machete stabbing the Drac right through the skull. The Drac fell to the side of Party releasing his grip as the death hit him instantly. Ghoul extended his hand and took it graciously. Fuck, the one person I hate and he just fucking saved my life, Party didn't want to hate Ghoul but what he did... A Drac fell out of nowhere leading a group of Dracs. Their ugly, indistinguishable, masked faces clad in a design so bland that Party wanted to kick each and every mask off to stab each Drac in the face skin on.
Ghoul positioned himself back to back with Party like every other battle they fought. Just because they "hated" each other didn't mean formations and battle tactics didn't apply. Jet moved from side to side covering for if Kobra was there. Party and Ghoul spun around covering basis for North and South. From time to time they would save Jet's ass. Soon they woke up from their violent daze and realized all the Dracs were dead. At least the ones in that squad. This gave enough time to clean the knives, switch ray guns, wipe their brows, and take a lot of breaths. After Party finished his switching, cleaning, wiping, and breathing he went to go thank Ghoul for his fucking saving his ass. But then Ghoul shouted,
"JET WATCH OUT!" Party looked at that moment to see Jet turn around and face the unseeing eyes of a Drac mask. In a split second a ray shot when straight through Jet's abdomen. Blood everywhere dripping crimson, Jet fell down in pain.
Stellar saw Kobra on the ground and didn't know what to do. "What the fuck guys I can't be fighting on my own!" Stellar screamed. She hissed in frustration. Dracs were coming at every side of her. Stellar ran over to Kobra and forced him to wake up. "WAKE UP YOU BASTARD! WAKE UP!" Kobra jumped up like a boy woken from a wet dream. "Get your ass over here and help me fight you wimpy ass!" Kobra snarled and stood up. He saw Hollow leaning against a post and ran to help her.
"SHE'LL BE FINE YOU PUSSY GET OVER HERE!" Kobra twitched at the words that were being said to him. He almost didn't oblige but saw the Dracs were multiplying like rabbits stuck in a cell with nothing to do but fuck all the time. Kobra ran over to help Stellar and they fought. Hand to hand combat. Ray gun combat. If the word combat's in it, they were doing it. Stellar ran up to a Drac who had been annoyingly trying to flank her and put her hands to his neck wrapping tightly around his thin, medicated neck choking the medicated life force out of him.
Kobra was impressed and congratulated her on her skills when the Drac fell to the ground. "Yeah whatever." Stellar muttered as she pushed past him to go see how Hollow was doing. Kobra didn't know what kind of problem Stellar had with him but he didn't think about it long as the next wave of Dracs came running toward them. "LUX!" Kobra was startled by the use of a name he didn't know. He looked behind him to see Hollow being carried away by two masked demons.
Party and Ghoul ran over to help Jet. Party made sure to catch Jet before his head hit the ground to avoid anymore pain for him. Jet's afro gleamed with bushiness and prosperity. Ghoul started to gently stroke the big man's 'fro. Jet looked up into their eyes. Party felt regret. his current thoughts were at that moment Jet looked in his eyes:
1. Why must something bad always happen to me?
2. This is bad for all the killjoys.
3. We never included him or gave him credit. Poor Ray. Poor poor Ray.
4. His real name is Ray.
5. All the times he was there and he fought for me. All the times I gave him shit and he didn't hate me.
6. Ghoul and I can't hate each other. He's just as much my brother as Kobra is.
7. I don't wanna lose him. But I don't want to forgive him.
8. I want a nice good hot cup of Starbucks coffee.
9. "You can stand under my umbrella, under my umbrella-ella-ella."
10. WAKE UP JET! NO DON'T GO TO SLEEP!
Party lightly slapped Jet's cheek to keep him awake. Ghoul let a tear down on Jet's chest and Party watched as the tear rolled up to his neck and collapsed towards the side that Party was on. Party sniffled trying to keep strong for his best friend. He needed to STAY STRONG.
"Hey Gee?" Jet used Party's real name. It was like he needed to say his name before he joined the Black Parade. SHUT UP! HE'LL BE FINE! "Remember that time on tour when the cameraman found the porn under my bed?" Party and Ghoul both sighed out a laugh. 'O the memories. 'Well Gee I wanted you to know that..." Here he gulped down another mouthful of blood that he didn't want to cough up. "That those were Frank's." Ghoul laughed and continued to stroke his hair. Party looked over at Ghoul and they flashed a smile. Their subconscious letting loose of all hate that had ever passed between them. They both looked down as they heard Jet take a breath. The Black Parade had invited Ray Toro to join them in their march across heaven.
