A/N Well killjoys schools starting soon so I don't know how much I'll be able to upload until after sports in a few months. I'll try my best though.

UPDATE: its 2016 now! Happy new year everyone and if you're reading this in the future after I've finished updating: Hello from the past!

Okay back to stuff about the story; New POV! I don't know how long this will turn out to be so I apologize for it being short if it is.

Enjoy this chapter and maybe review, I'd love to hear some feedback

Chapter 8

Kobra Kid POV

I pace frustratingly around the room, running a hand through my blond hair, I've been doing this since Ghoul and I woke up in this damn place a day or two ago. I look around the bland white room again; the only thing that decorates the walls is a black and white poster of the Better Living logo, a simple smiling face. I was about ready to rip the poster to shreds. It was like the damn thing was mocking us, locked up here weaponless and angry. I was better without my gun anyway, better with hand to hand combat but with ghouls leg we had no chance of escaping. When we first arrived they had taken Ghoul and had bandaged up his leg, he had bled through the bandages but it seemed okay now, other than him complaining about how much it hurt. I felt bad for snapping at him a few times but he was getting on my nerves.

They were feeding us but other than that there was not interaction between us the assholes that worked here. The only down fall to that was that it was hard to figure out why we we're here, were we just waiting on death row, simply rotting in here until they were ready to publicly kill us? Or were we here for information, or even worse, bait. Were we being used as a bait to get the others to get here? A trap for the others? Probably not. If they wanted all of us they were perfectly capable of capturing Party and Jet back in the zone.

"Kobra!" Ghoul shouts, "I've been sayin your name for almost five minutes." I look down to where he's sitting; a tray of food next to him. They must have given us our lunch while I was pacing the room, trapped in my own thoughts.

"Sorry Ghoul I-" I start to say but he doesn't let me finish.

"Yeah, yeah you were jus lost in thought same as las time." He says, his words muffled by the food in his mouth.

"Don't talk with your damn mouth full." I say reminding him on his lack of manners, even if we were trapped in here it was still disgusting.

"Make me." He says teasingly and goes on eating. I sigh and look over at my food, I still have no appetite.

About an hour later the sound of a lock clicking makes me jump up and grab for my nonexistent gun.

"Kobra," Ghoul says quietly but I cut him off.

"Shh." He shuts up. The door opens and in walks two Dracs. I immediately start trying to kick at them, if this was going to be our one chance to get out I was going to take it. Ghoul grunts as he stands up, trying to help but it's too late. The Dracs get on each side of, grabbing my arms. I start to resist, struggling against their grip but I'm already out of the room, the door sealed shut once again.

"LET GO OF ME YOU BASTERDS!" I yell as the lead me down a white hallway, the walls lined with posters with red letters saying EXTERMINATE. I keep on yelling and kicking until I'm strapped down to a silver table and left alone in the room. A voice spills from a speaker on the wall, repeating the BL/inds slogan in a sexless, nonhuman voice. Then silence until another voice fills the room, a female voice this time.

"Have you smiled today?" It repeats until the door opens and a man walks in, thankfully not korse. The man walks over to a tray by the table I'm on and sets down a syringe. Keeping my eyes on him I try once more to break the binds, if only I could get out I could try and use the syringe as a weapon somehow.

"We want answers, and if you don't cooperate whatever happens to you is your own doing." He says in a monotone voice, he's wearing a white BL/inds uniform and has short, razor cut brown hair, His face almost emotionless.

"You are a member of The Killjoy's?" he says in the same voice. I don't answer. He repeats the question, I don't answer and he moves on.

"Where can Better Living Industries find the following people: Party Poison and Jet Star?"

"I"D RATHER DIE THEN TELL YOU" I yell out.

"Last chance: Where can Better Living Industries find the Killjoys?" It doesn't even sound like a question. I'm not going to tell, I'm not going to give them up. They had their chance to kill us all and they didn't; now we were not going to give in.

"This is your own doing." Is all that is said. The man turns and picks up the syringe then turns back to me with fast, almost mechanical movement. I struggle against the binds, trying to pull away from him. The sharp prick from the needle is the only warning for what comes next. My vision goes blurry then I black out.

When I awake I'm not on the table, not in the room, not in BL/inds, I'm not even in battery city. The light of the sun hurts my eyes as I look around me. Confusion and fear floods my head. Where am I…

I take a step forward, almost loosening my balance on the uneven ground. I must still be in one of the zones. I've got to be judging from the desert. Other than that I have no clue, so I start to run. Its only when I turn around a rock that I see it.

Four small shapes and one tall one. As I get closer I see that they're people, the four small ones are kneeling down in front of the tall one. My chest tightens as I notice that I recognize the people. Lined up in front of Korse are Jet star, Fun Ghoul, and Party Poison. I stop, dead on my feet. I scream their names as Korse slowly drags a knife over each of their throats. I watch as they start coughing up blood then collapse on the ground. The dark red sludge spilling out on the ground, staining the dirt dark red. I start to run toward them as Korse backs away but it's like I can't move. No matter how hard I try I'm stuck to the ground, unable to help them one last time. It's too late, their dead, gone, I can't ever see my brother and best friends again. I yell out, screaming at Korse, but no sound comes out.

One moment I'm watching them all die, the next I'm back on the table. My body shakes as I yell. I have to kill him, I have to kill korse. He killed my friends, now he was going to pay. Then I realize that it wasn't real, they were still alive. It was just another one of their horrible games. They sick, mind altering, torture that they used. I had unwillingly fallen for their trap.

A/N okay so this was the better of the two I wrote. I wrote one where Kobra was just physically beaten then I wrote this one. I like this one a lot better so I decided to post this one.

I got the idea from my favorite book series btw (Divergent by Veronica Roth) Okay time for me to go 'lil killjoys. See you next time!