A/N Plot twist! Welp, let's see how our other killjoys are handling this.

Chapter 11

Crash Kat POV

I stand in the street, gun in hand, staring at the spot where the Dracs white van hand disappeared with Dark in it. The van had come out of nowhere; the fight was short and had a bad outcome. I almost feel like crying, or running, or both. Dark had been taken by BL/inds and I wasn't able to even get a shot at the Dracs. A hand on my shoulder makes me jump; I turn to face Party and jet.

"Crash, we have go." He says, I numbly nod; I can't lose Dark. We've got to get to BL/inds.

"There's a place we can go up ahead, we gotta recharge our guns and eat at least." Jet says, beginning to walk toward a house close by, we follow in suit. Once inside the house, which Party had checked to make sure it empty, I immediately sit down on a worn out couch.

"I'll recharge to guns." Jet says so I hand him my gun and he goes to work. After a minute Party comes and sits down next me, but I wave him off with an 'I'm okay.' even though I'm not. So I sit on the couch, not talking. I think I might have started to cry a little because I find myself quickly wiping my eyes when Party sits down next to me this time he doesn't move when I tell him I'm okay.

"Hey, it's okay, we're gonna be at Better Living by tomorrow morning." He says quietly, I nod. "You know, I get it, what you're going through right now. We can talk if you like."

I turn to face him; he does with Ghoul and Kobra.

"I just," I start, hoping I won't start to cry again. "I hope he's okay, I don't know what I'd do if he weren't you know; I guess I'm just worried about him."

"Yea, that's the hardest part, the worrying." I nod and feel the tears coming.

"You think they're okay?" I ask. My eyes start to burn as I try to hold them back. Party looks me in the eyes,

"To be honest with you I'm not sure, but I do know they're strong and that they can get over whatever shit BL/inds throws at them."

He's right I need to calm down, they're fine. They are fine

"Thanks Party."

He then actually hugs me, so I hug him back. I stay in his arms for a while; after we had hugged he stayed sitting with me until Jet offered us food. We both got up and hungrily accepted, the food did taste like complete shit but when you're hungry and that's all you have you're gonna eat it.

"The guns ready?" Party asks jet from across the table. Jet nods and motions to the counter were our guns sit.

"Fully charged and loaded."

"Good, we'll leave soon."

"Okay, we should be at Better Living in a few hours then."

After eating Party disappears into another room so I sit and talk with jet.

"You know, this is actually a nice apartment." He says

"Really? I haven't actually looked around yet."

"Yea, I did some looking. There's no eatable food but there is a shower."

"Awe, I'd be nice to have some food other than Powder puff."

"Yea I would." He says back longingly. "Damn, some actual food would be awesome." We both laugh at this; anything besides that dog kibble would be perfect.

"If coffee is actually food then same here because that shit is great." Party says from behind us, making me jump. "By the way the shower works and it feels great."

"I'll count coffee as an actual food." I say to him.

"Great, now you look like a mess, go take a shower." He waves his hand toward the hallway that must lead to the bathroom so I get up and walk down it. Leavening the boys behind I open the bathroom door, it's still warm and there's steam in the air.

I undress and step into the warm water, the water pressure sucks but I'll take whatever I can get. I watch the water by my feet turn light brown from all the dirt and grime from being out in the desert. I pick at a few of the scabs, from previous fights, reveling either a small trail of red blood or an already fading scar. There was no soap so I did my best to scrub my hair and body with my nails. Nothing has felt this good in a long time, showers were infrequent back in zone 2 or probably anywhere except for in Battery city. After letting the water run over my body for a few minutes I get out and get dressed again. I run my hands through my wet hair to get out the tangles then walk out into the living room. Party and Jet were both on the couch talking about how we were going to get into Better Living HQ.

We had decided that once we reached the building we would shoot down some of the Dracs that were guarding the doors, take their uniforms, then sneak in. We wouldn't try to associate with Korse even though I'd probably happen. I didn't want to interrupt so I sat down on the other side of the couch somewhat awkwardly and waited for them to finish, which didn't take long. After jet left to take his shower Party and I stayed sitting on the couch. I almost felt bad about crying earlier. Should I apologize or something? No, I shouldn't feel bad about missing my friend.

Instead of talking to him or anything I get up to get my bag and gun. I then sit back down, holster the gun, and looking through my bag. I double check to make sure I have everything; I do, so I decide I'll talk to party.

"Your hand looks pretty good."

"Oh, uh yea." He says, looks down at his hand then realizes that I'm talking about where he got shot. "Yea, thanks. It feels great too; I can use it just fine."

"That's good; I'd imagine getting shot sucks."

"Yea, I'm glad it was just my hand."

After he says that jet walks out, his afro like hair somewhat wetted down, it looks kind of funny that way. I can't help but giggle a little at the sight of it.

"Nice hair man."

"Yea whatever." Jet mumbles, his face turning slightly red. He walks over to go get his stuff.

Once everything is together we walk out of the house. We're almost to our friends; we're so close to saving them. It'll all be over soon, the four killjoys will be together, and Dark and I will be back in zone two with our friends. Now it's only the matter of getting us in and all of us out safely.