AN: hey! ty to everyone who's reviewed my story- i really appreciate it! also, special thanks to bree because she is writing one amazing killjoy fanfic and she included me in it! thankz breebree! 3 ok, so i still need 1 more killjoy for a future chapter- if you are interested please review or inbox me with the description of your killjoys appearance, costume, and name. ty all for your time!

(ps: this chapter's in Missile Kid's POV! sorry it's so short! now enjoi chapter 11!)

I sat in a brightly lit office in a chair that was very soft yet firm; it felt perfect. I hated it. Everything here was too perfect, it was unreal. And then there were the dracs and citizens. The way the citizens mindlessly drifted about their normal lives.

Eww, and that word: N-O-R-M-A-L. Whenever I said it, it felt like venom was slipping off my tongue. Even the air here was different: it smelled sterile, like a hospital. I shuddered every time I saw someone here, I felt so bad for them. But what could I do?

And what about my friends? I hoped they were ok! The last glimpse of them I caught was when I was struggling to get away from a drac… I could feel tears well up in my eyes at the thought: all my friends, laying on the ground, injured. It was then I heard the all-too familiar sound of stiletto heels hitting the spotless, white marble floor.

"Hi, sweetie." came the sickly sweet voice I had grown to hate. I turned around to face the Japanese lady, Ms. Yamamoto, who had been "visiting me" as she called it, though I knew she was just interrogating me. I forced a smile and waved at her, she did the same. "How are you today?" she asked caringly, though I knew she couldn't care less about me; I was only important to her because I had information. I shrugged and sunk back into my chair, wishing by some miracle I could literally sink into the chair and be hidden from BL/ind's always watching eye.

She sighed and snapped her fingers; barely a second later, a drac came into the room, pulled up a chair for her, and left once more. God I hated how she used the dracs! I hated her! I hated this place! She dusted the seat off before sitting down, giving me another fake smile.

I did the only thing I could- I smiled back. It went against everything I wanted to do: wipe that disgusting smirk off her face, push her out of that chair, and ran away. "So, Grace, do you feel like talking today?" I grimaced when she said my birth name. "I told you- it's Missile Kid now. That name died with everyone else I knew."

"Sure, Grace." She said again, putting emphasis on my name just to bother me. I glared at her and stayed silent. "Gracie, please talk to me. I'm your friend; you can tell me everything- even your secrets." Ms. Yamamoto persisted, batting her eyelashes. I snorted; yeah right! I would rather grab a raygun and blast my own brains out before I talked to her.

"Sweetie, you can't stay quiet forever!" "You obviously don't know me…" I muttered under my breath. "Look, Gracie. My patience is wearing thin. If you don't speak willingly- we will have to force it out of you." "Try me."

The words left my lips and I regretted it- her eyes flashed red, her face grew more menacing, and she gritted her teeth. "Listen to me, Grace," she said, "you're stuck here. Forever. No one is ever coming to rescue you; so drop this 'tough killjoy' act and tell me what we want to know!" The tone of her voice described how she felt; enraged.

She was shaking and struggling to control the calm composure she had used to talk to me for the past few days; any false move and she would snap. I cringed at her expression, her pure anger filling the room. She leapt from the chair and furiously stomped out; she stomped with such force I thought the spike heel of her high heel shoe would break, much to my amusement. unfortunately, it didn't. I breathed a sigh of relief when she left- this gave me time to do whatever I desired.

I looked across Ms. Yamamoto's office and noticed that there were no guards around, but in all corners of the room were cameras. I averted my gaze, not wanting to draw the attention of the workers who were watching these cameras. I slowly walked over to the left corner of the room and pulled my bag off the floor. Yes, they actually allowed me to keep my bag; of course, after they rummaged through it to make sure I had no weapons or anything of use to them. Unfortunately, I did.

They took the BOOM box from me and hidden it somewhere in the building, leaving the only possession in my name to be a ball. A toy ball that Poison had given to me the first time we met, the day he rescued me from this place; that was light blue and had a picture of a mousekat in the center. Tears came to my eyes at the thought of that day…

(Flashback)

"Mommy!" I screamed though it didn't seem to be heard. She was struggling to escape the grasp of the dracs that were dragging her away, kicking and punching no one in particular. "Daddy! Stop, leave them alone!" I screamed again to the dracs that were holding me back. He was fighting off the dracs that were taking him away as well. I continued to scream and fight but in the end, I lost them to BL/ind. Just like everybody else.

That night I was kept in a holding cell, like many other children. I sobbed and sobbed throughout the night and day, neglecting the medication and food they offered me: if there's one thing I did, it was listen to my parents, where ever they were- never accept anything from strangers. I continued to cry late into the next night, when I heard something from the entrance of my cell. I refused to turn around, expecting it to be another one of those scary men in white suits with Dracula masks. Then there was the sound of a door creaking open.

I turned my head to see four strange men dressed in brightly colored clothes walking over to my cot. I curled up into a ball and threw the thin blanket I was supplied with over my shaking form, as though that would make me invisible. I felt a pair of warm hands pull back the sheet and felt those hands pull me up into a hug. I blinked open my puffy, swollen eyes and looked up at the man holding me: he had bright red hair and he was smiling warmly at me. I don't know what it was about this man, but I trusted him, so I clung to him while whispering pleas for him to take me away from this evil place.

"That was my plan all along sweetie." He replied, smiling at me again. I clung to his chest as he picked me up off the cot and took me away from that place that I had grown to hate in such little time.

(Back To Reality)

I curled up into a ball on the hard floor and let out the feeling I had been repressing since I was captured and brought here: remorse. I cried and cried for hours and hours, and during that time, only one thought stayed in my mind: Poison, Ghoul, Rose, C.C., Kobra, Street, and Jet- where are you? Please, help me…