A/N: Helloooo my lovely readers! Just wanted to let you know that this fic is becoming increasingly more difficult for me to write, so if there are long gaps between me updating each chapter, you know why x)
Also, this chapter is quite long compared to others, so I am proud of myself for that. ;D
I'm working on a fic which I will not be posting until I'm sure I'm going to see it through, but it's kind of a Glee Bandom fic. None of the Glee characters are in it, just a Glee Club in a high school. But one thing to keep you pondering about: Gerard is like Rachel.
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Okay I'ma let chu read dis shizz now. :)
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Gerard peered around the corner and whipped his head back the instant he spotted the three Dracs guarding the entrance. Taking a lungful of deep breath, he jumped out and shot them down, his heart thudding faster than it ever had before in his life. There was a passcode to the morgue. Reading the note in his palm, he typed it in and the door swung open, revealing a darkly lit room that stank of...he didn't even want to hinder a guess. The room seemed to be filled with bodies in bags. Four sat isolated from the others. Their bags looked new. Gerard walked up to them and unzipped it. Jet Star's peaceful face met his. Smiling, Gerard uncapped the vial of liquid Korse had given him, and tipped some into Jet's mouth. He then moved onto the other bags and a chorus of screams of pain erupted.
"Are you okay?" he asked Poison when he finally sat up.
"...Yeah...why wouldn't I...oh...okay. The others?"
"We're good. Well. I am. Ghoul?" Jet peered into Ghoul's bag and Ghoul sat upright, smiling.
"Never better." Kobra was already out of his bag and brushing himself down.
"I laugh that they literally carried us into the centre of their head quarters," he chuckled.
"I know right," Poison giggled in reply. "Okay. So...we just wait for Korse, right?"
"Right," Korse said, walking through the door. "Here are your guns. I collected them when they took you away." The Killjoys took their weapons. "Reload. Quickly."
"Where is this Boss guy? Did you find out?"
"The West Wing. It's a heavily guarded section of the head quarters."
"And we have to face that on our own?" Ghoul gasped. Korse smirked.
"Not...quite..." A rumble. They all froze. Korse was still smirking. He opened the door and let them watch as Killjoy after Killjoy ran past yelling all kinds of curses and threats.
"We're going with them. After all, it is in the prophecy that you are the ones to kill him. The other Killjoys will just take down those...in the way..." Korse dropped his eyes to the floor. Poison saw a flicker of sadness.
"W...what haven't you told us...?" Korse looked up and sighed deeply.
"The Draculoids in the West Wing...they...they're different. Stronger. Separate. They...they don't use the same weapons as the ones who attacked you in the lobby."
"You mean...? You mean people could actually die!" The room turned colder than it already was.
"Yes. The Draculoids won't. The Killjoys are all going in with Stun settings on. But...they know the risk. They're risking their lives for the future. For the hope of freedom."
"Let's go kill that fucking bastard," Kobra growled suddenly. "I can't take this anymore. All this. I need him dead. We all do."
"Kobra's right," Poison said firmly, nodding.
"Well then. Follow me." Korse slipped from the room.
BATTERY CITY DRUG FACTORY
"We've done all of the rooms. This is it." News looked at Bandit and grinned.
"You're so tough for someone so small," he said, ruffling her dark hair.
"You're tough for carrying on when you've had to leave some of your friends behind." They'd lost a few along the way.
"They're just stunned. They'll be back some time." The remaining Killjoys faced the gigantic building.
"So how do we destroy the drugs? Without like, toxic waste and shit?" Pyro Technik asked, brushing his long red hair out of his eyes.
"From what I've learnt growing up here, there's a huge hole into the earth inside the building. Under where the drugs are kept and are produced. The heat from the earth is the only heat perfect enough to create the perfect drug. If we can cause the machine that makes the drugs to fall somehow into the hole, or find a way to shut it down permanently, then no more drugs can be made – and it took them years to build that machine. The only way to build another one is to use the blueprints. Which are all in the mind of the Boss." Bandit winked at the Killjoys, whose jaws were hanging open.
"Whaaa-" Turbo Waster breathed. "That's…that's…dude, that's insane."
"Um, Turbo's right. HOW are we going to send some big-ass machine down into the centre of Earth?" News looked at a loss.
"We just have to find a way, okay? Look, this is most likely the only chance we will ever have at doing this. Are you with me?" All eight Killjoys looked at each other. Smiles spread across each of their faces.
"Hell to the yeah!" Pyro cheered, hi-fiving Bandit.
"The entrance is this way!" she called behind her as she ran towards the factory. It towered higher than any of the sky scrapers in the entire city.
"Where are all the Dracs?" News asked as they all jogged beside one another.
"I don't know, it's really…strange…" Bandit stopped just outside the doors. There wasn't a single Draculoid in sight. Or so they thought. A laser beam shot through the air and hit one of the Killjoys on the back. He crumpled to the floor, stunned. They all span around. Suddenly, a mass of Dracs piled out from behind the corner of the other building beside the factory.
"RUN! INTO THE FACTORY! GO!" News shrieked, grabbing Bandit and flinging her into his arms.
"I am able to run, you know!" she snapped, but he ignored her and they fell inside, slamming the doors behind them. "Okay," Bandit said as News put her down. "Those doors will only hold for a short while. Now, I don't know where the room with the machine that makes the drugs is, or where the stores are kept, but I do know they're literally next to each other. Let's just try and find it, okay?" They ran everywhere. Anyone that got in their way was stunned instantly.
"THERE!" Psycho Crawler cried, pointing to a huge metal door at the end of the hall they had just entered. They crashed through it and gasped. A room that seemed to go on forever spread out before them. They were standing on an iron grate-sort of metal floor, and the heat of the room was overpowering. Sweat dripped off of the end of News' nose. Running to the edge of the railing, they looked down and saw a huge hole that just disappeared into the earth, and the heat that was billowing out from it was astonishing.
"How deep do you think it goes?" Pyro whispered to Turbo.
"I don't really want to find out," Turbo replied, gulping.
"So how the FUCK do we get that thing into the hole?" News asked, pointing upwards into the centre of the room. A huge machine towered above them. Pipes snaked around the room into different access points. A cylinder bigger than certain building was filled with the liquid drug.
"So that's where they store it all. In the machine. It's a never-ending supply of drugs…" Bandit's mouth hung open in awe. She wasn't going to deny the fact that whoever had built this device was insanely clever. There was a crash against the door behind them.
"They're inside! Everyone! Spread out! We have to find a way to either shut this thing down or send it to Hell where it belongs!" News yelled over the slamming on the doors. Also, the noise of the machine working was almost deafening in itself. "Little lady, go with Turbo and Pyro. Psycho and Ranger, you go that way!" News pointed to where he wanted them to go. "Ghost and Pixel, you come with me. MOVE OUT KILLJOYS!"
INSIDE BL/IND HEAD QUARTERS
Cherri pounded down the hall way with DJ breathing hard behind her. They were lagging behind all of the other Killjoys because they'd been with Dr. D when they'd saved Missile. Dr. D and Show Pony would most probably be out of the city by now, taking Missile as far away as they could.
"Oh shit, which way?" They ran into a lobby area filled with countless stunned Draculoids.
"Um…uh…I don't know! I don't know, oh crap!" Cherri wrung her wrists in despair, looking around for any sign as to where they should be going. "We should have at least sent a Transmission to one of the Killjoys asking where we were fighting!" DJ grimaced at the bodies on the floor. "They're really gross…to be honest…look at their masks…"
"Shut UP DJ, I'm trying to think!" All of a sudden there was a thump behind her. She turned and saw DJ stunned on the floor beside a Drac. His mouth was limply hanging open and his eyes were half closed. She pointed her gun all around her, heart thudding against her ribs.
"Show yourself!" she screeched into the lobby, her voice echoing against the white-washed walls.
"Why is this Draculoid's gun set to Stun? Stupid creatures." The voice seemed disembodied, but when she spotted movement by the door she fired her gun constantly at it. Her heart fell when her gun stopped shooting. The battery level had hit zero. She was defenceless. "Oh well, what a shame," the voice drawled, and a man stepped out from the doorway. He wore a jet black suit in pristine condition, his black hair was neatly cut and his face was annoyingly handsome. A S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit.
"Kill me. Just kill me," Cherri sighed, stepping back.
"Oh no. I'd rather watch you suffer, you disgusting little desert rat." He aimed and fired at her. Her leg felt like it was on fire. Blood poured down it and soaked onto the floor. She screamed and clutched at her thigh. The man stopped. Then he shrieked in anger.
"NO! HOW COULD WE HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?" His face filled with rage, he kicked one of the Draculoids hard. "They're all STUNNED! There was no blood on those Killjoys when they were defeated either!" Cherri began to laugh coldly.
"You fell right into our trap."
"What trap? I DEMAND you tell me!" The man grabbed her by the throat and pushed his gun against her head.
"You're not on the drugs are you?" she asked, completely off topic. He looked taken aback, then growled and pushed the gun down harder. "This is all real. You really are this cruel."
"TELL ME WHAT YOUR TRAP IS? WHAT HAVE YOU ALL PLANNED?" Grinning, she leant up and put her lips to his ear.
"You carried them in," she breathed before whacking the side of his head with her elbow and knocking him out. Smirking, she took hold of his gun, then reloaded her own and looked at DJ. "I'll come back for you, honey. I'll be back as soon as I can." It was then that she remembered her leg, and she groaned in pain. But, being as strong-minded as she was, she ran into the first door she saw. It lead into a long hall way with doors all on either side. It was also empty.
"Zzzzt. Cherri? Where are you?" Zzzzt. Her Transmitter buzzed and she pulled it out from her pocket. It was Static's face. Cherri could see Killjoys and Dracs fighting behind her.
"Where are you?" Cherri asked hurriedly, worry flooding her entire body.
"Zzzzt The West Wing. Zzzzt. It's a blood bath in here Zzzzt. Wolf's dead. Zzzt. So is Desert Ghost Zzzt. It's not safe here. Zzzt. Go and save yourself Zzzzt. There's too much…oh god…there are so many dead Killjoys…Zzzzt. Static broke down into sobs. Zzzzt. Don't come here. Zzzzt." The screen went black. Cherri's eyes filled with tears. They were all dying.
