A/N: Shoot me. Please. I've kept this at bay for FAR too long. I just got SO stuck as of what to write for this chapter, and also the next (which I am still yet to write) and only today I sat down and properly racked my tiny brain for good ideas. I apologise SO much for making you wait so long for my update. And for being a downright whore and uploading loads of Glee fics showing that I COULD have spent my time writing this instead of doing those. HOWEVER I just didn't have any desire to write this at that time. I really wasn't feeling it. But now I'm back in the swing of things and I should be updating more frequently :)

WARNING: This chapter involves a lot of gore – for me, to be honest – and if you're uncomfortable reading it, then I'm really sorry. I just needed it to make the scene what it is.

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THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS

"I can hear it already," Ghoul shuddered. "The fight. We're getting closer, aren't we?" Korse said nothing, but continued to press on down the empty hall.

"Korse, what if he's not there?" Kobra asked worriedly. "What if they're all dying for nothing? What if he's already gone out of some back exit?"

"If that's the case, then they're still holding back the upper level Dracs from coming to find you."

"But Korse, what if-" Kobra was cut off when a door ahead of them flew open and three S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W units ran out.

"Set your guns to kill. These guys are for real," Korse hissed.
"YOU!" Xavier screeched, enraged. "YOU'VE BEEN WORKING WITH THEM ALL ALONG, HAVEN'T YOU?" He fired his gun and it narrowly missed Korse' head, making them all duck.

"Oh fuck off, you little shit!" Korse shot at Xavier and the unit screamed when it hit him in the shin. "Go!" Korse yelled, turning and pushing Poison back down the hall.
"But the Boss-"
"Just GO!" They sped through the hallways, getting further and further from Xavier and the other S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W. It wasn't long before they heard them thundering down the hall behind them.
"Where do we go?" Jet panted at Korse, whose eyes were trained straight ahead.
"We head to the runway. No doubt the Boss will be taking the first
flight he can possibly get out of here. We need to get to him before he takes off!"
"Get back here, you fucking cowards!" Xavier screamed, limping up behind them at a speed that they hadn't deemed possible. His face was contorted in absolute rage and desperation. "You won't escape! You can't escape!" He was right. Two S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W appeared at the end of the hall before them. Poison skillfully hit one, the shot smashing into his chest and blood pouring onto his hands. A spine chilling scream erupted from his lips as he dropped to his knees, whimpering against the wall. Poison couldn't help but feel guilt jolt in his heart. He had killed another person. Ghoul screeched in pain when the other unit's laser pierced his arm.
"Gah, shit," the Killjoy hissed, clutching his flowing wound. But they couldn't stop. They kept running, blood pouring down Ghoul's forearm.

"You okay?" Poison breathed worriedly.

"F'get about it," Ghoul grunted back, flicking his head around in time to see Xavier fire his gun. It narrowly missed Jet's head which almost made Ghoul faint. Gathering his thoughts, he fired back and also just missed his target. Xavier roared and sped up even faster. The unit ahead of them was evading their shots until Korse blasted him in the head and a mass of blood and bits of brain flung everwhere. Kobra had to hold the contents of his stomach down. They all did. They had to run through the remains of the dead S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W which made Kobra heave and find himself on the brink of an up-chuck. His hand flew to his mouth as an attempt to prevent it. Jet grabbed his other hand and pulled him along, his thumb rubbing against the back of Kobra's shaking fist. Relief washed over the Killjoys as they realised that Xavier was slowing – most likely due to blood loss. They turned a corner and stopped dead. A high, cruel laugh resonated down the hallways behind them, lingering in the air as if to taunt them further. At the end of the hall they stood facing, there was no way out. Slowly, they all turned around.

"You're pathetic," Xavier sneered, stooping along in pain, gun raised at them. They all had their guns raised back at him. A short silence ensued.

"We're going to kill you, Xavier," Korse explained calmly, clicking back his gun. Xavier gulped visibly, but his angered expression never faltered. Then a smirk crept onto his face. His free hand lifted to his ear, pressing inwards, and he nodded. Almost instantly, five other S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W units appeared behind him from around the wall, guns pointing directly into each Killjoys face.

"Lower your weapons, desert rats," Xavier spat, glaring into their eyes. "It's over. You're done now. One false move and these boys will blast you into smithereens." Poison never dropped his gaze, but a part of him thought that this was it. The end. After all they'd been through and done, it had been pointless. Those feelings began to wash through him until he saw a familiar face appear around the corner behind the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W. Relief penetrated his body, but he didn't let an eyelid flicker to show he'd acknowledged their presence. She raised two guns in two hands and lifted them to behind two of the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W's head's. He knew that the others had seen them too. The moment those guns were fired, it would give them the perfect window to take down the others. Blood splattered all over Xavier and the walls, the two units immediately falling as the gun shots rang in the air. The instant they sounded, Kobra, Korse and Ghoul took down the others, still leaving Xavier. But Xavier was fast. He grabbed Cherri by the hair and yanked her down, fixing his gun to her temple.

"No!" Poison cried, taking a step forward, but Korse grabbed his shoulder. His heart was pounding.

"One more step, one more fucking word and I will end her, do you hear me? There are more S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W on their way. You will not move until they get here, understand?" Poison ached to run to her and save her. The sadness and defeat in her eyes stung him to the core. His own eyes began to shimmer with tears.

"Don't hurt her," he whimpered accidentally. Xavier pressed the gun harder, clutching his hand to her scalp tighter.

"I SAID NO MORE FUCKING WORDS!" Suddenly Xavier ripped his gun away from Cherri, and fired it at Poison unexpectedly. Poison waited in that millisecond for the laser to pierce his heart. Waited for the unbearable burn and pain of it slicing through his skin and into his organs, forcing him to bleed to death in front of his best friends. But the pain never came. He opened his scrunched up eyes as Korse fell to the floor in front of him. The sudden shock that stabbed them all gave Cherri the chance to catch Xavier off guard and smash her elbow into his face before standing up and shooting him however many times she could in the chest. He screamed and writhed and began coughing violently, blood spewing from his mouth and his eyes bulging horrifically from their sockets. He was gone in a matter of seconds, the once bulging eyes laying deadened and open, the once screaming mouth falling slack. She looked up to see Poison holding Korse in his arms. Korse' hand was clasped over a huge, gaping wound in his chest, spilling unthinkable amounts of blood onto the floor.

"Why did you do it?" Poison questioned, shaking erratically.

"Because you mean so much more," Korse replied in a shallow, heavy voice. "The world needs you, Party Poison." Korse' other hand fisted together with Poison's. "Your daughter needs you." Poison's lower lip trembled and he let out a small sob. In reality, after all Korse had done in the past, he shouldn't be upset as the man lay dying in his arms. But the way that Korse had saved his life, the way he had risked his life by helping the Killjoys to try to defeat the Boss…he couldn't help it. "Boys, go save the world. Leave me." Kobra bit his lip hard. Jet's hand sat atop his own. Ghoul knelt beside Poison, an arm around his shoulder.

"H-how will we know wh-what the Boss looks like?" Kobra stuttered suddenly, realisation hitting him. Korse' eyes widened a little and he produced a small picture from the inside of his jacket.

"I was carrying this just in case." His voice was becoming more distant as his life gradually ebbed away. Kobra pocketed the picture quickly, without looking at it. "Now hurry. Or you'll lose your chance."

"…Thank you," Poison breathed. "You're a good man, Korse."

"Glad to know I did something just and right for once." Korse' voice was barely a whisper now. It sounded like it was tearing at his throat. "Thank you for showing me how to do that."

"I think you did that on your own," Ghoul pointed out, smiling slightly. Korse smiled back.
"Yeah. I guess I did…" Korse' eyelids flickered. "I…I…I…"

Korse was gone.