Chapter 7: Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

[BLACK TRANSMISSION]

'We're almost there,' I told Gravity Detonator.

'How do you know that? I can't make out the different directions in this desert.'

'I wouldn't expect you to. I'm a Killjoy, unlike some, so I know exactly where to go, and I know there're only three hours left till we're there.'

'I thought you'd stopped hating on me just because I'm not a Killjoy.'

'Yeah, you're right,' I admitted. 'Can you fight?' I added.

'Yeah, my dad taught me.'

'That's good enough for me. We might encounter some Draculoids soon. There's loads of them in the city.'

'As if I don't know. I lived there.'

'Oh, right,' I said sheepishly.

'Have you ever been in the city?'

'I told you, young Killjoys aren't allowed outta the camps. So, no.'

'Are you nervous?'

'Of course I'm not nervous!' I replied nervously. 'I'm never nervous.'

'Yeah, you must have nerves of steel,' Gravity Detonator grinned.

'Exactly.'

An hour passed, and then I suddenly stopped walking. 'What's wrong?' Gravity Detonator asked worriedly.

'I sense something… Draculoids,' I hissed.

I was right. Tens of Draculoids came running towards us. 'There're too much,' I whispered anxiously.

'There's lots of them,' Gravity Detonator agreed. 'We can never fight them!'

'We'll have to!' I shout angrily, getting my laser gun out and shooting at the Draculoids approaching us. I manage to shoot some of them, but more seem to be appearing. 'Have you got a gun?' I asked Gravity Detonator.

'…No. I'm not a Killjoy, remember?'

'Yes, you are,' I said fiercely. 'You said so yourself! If you want to be a Killjoy, that's good enough. You are one to me.'

Tears appeared in Gravity Detonar's eyes. 'Thanks,' he mumbled.

'This is not the time,' I snapped. 'We have to fight them, but if you haven't even got a fucking gun–'

'Give me your laser gun.'

'Are you a retard?'

'Give it to me, Black Transmission! I'll fight them. Save yourself, I'll hold them back.'

'I can't–'

'They're coming closer, quickly!'

'But–'

Gravity Detonator pulled the laser gun from my hand. 'Go. It's your mission.'

'But you'll get yourself killed!'

Gravity Detonator grinned. 'Not if I can help it.' He turned to the Draculoids and shot a few. I had to admit it: he was good. But I wasn't going to let him die for me. I tried to grab my laser gun from his grip, but he backed away. 'Black Transmission, if you don't go now, the whole world will be doomed and Korse will rule forever! Do you want that?'

'No! But–'

'No buts, go!' He turned away from me, keeping shooting, while the Draculoids shot back and I realized I couldn't change his mind. Also, the four fabulous Killjoys needed my help.
I ran away without looking back, thinking about Gravity Detonator the whole time.