AN: Hello! You probably all hate me for not updating for a bijillion moths- I'M SO SORRY! A month (or two) ago my computer crashed and I lost all of my stories- and about 5 of them I hadn't posted anywhere so they're just gone. :'( Please forgive me for this short chapter, and also please forgive me for this chapter- it's sad. I cried while writing it. I'm pathetic x'D Anyways, Happy 11/11/11! :D And to Mystery Dreamer and Kent and anyone else I have yet to add to the story- I'm sorry! Next chapter for sure, I already have the whole thing planned out :D Please enjoy Chapter 15!
(Ps: Happy Veterans Day! I'm gonna go watch Saving Private Ryan...again xD I suggest you do the same after you read this ^_^)
(Poison's POV)
"Guys c'mon!" I exclaimed. We were running down the last hallway that led to the lobby, taking out Dracs left and right. So far nobody was hurt (that I knew of), and we finally burst into the lobby. I looked around in shock and instantly my hope vanished; there were atleast 90 Dracs. "Poison! How are we gonna get to the door?" Jet yelled over the sound of gunfire. I squinted my eyes to see if that would help, but I couldn't see through the laser beams and wave of Dracs. "I-I think we should just work on clearing a path first- let's ghost some Scarecrows and Dracs!"
We all split up around the room: Ghoul used the edge of a doorway to shield himself, Jet was closer to the glass walls than any of us, and Kobra and I stayed back to back, protecting Missile. Scarecrows and Dracs swarmed around us, but I couldn't give up, not on my friends. Not on life. I cleared my thoughts and focused on shooting.
Some how Kobra got separated from me during the battle, and Missile was left alone, without protection. "Missile!" I called, hoping that she wouldn't be too scared until I got by her side. She looked up at me and had tears in her eyes. "Hold on, I'll be right there!" I rushed forward, only to have a Drac jump in front of me. He must not have noticed me, because he was shooting at Jet and I was able to grab ahold of his mask. Firing a laser beam into his back, I still kept my grip on the mask he was wearing, and as the now dead Drac fell, his mask remained in my hand. I gasped.
On the floor in front of me was a man. An innocent man. Most likely a killjoy. And I just ended his life. I took away the one precious thing that we had left. I was so shocked and lost in my thoughts that I couldn't hear the footsteps coming up behind me.
Korse grabbed my neck and pushed me with such force that I smashed into the wall behind me. He said nothing, but the sick, sadistic smile on his face expressed just how he felt: proud. He had won. We had fallen into his trap. BL/ind had- wait. They haven't won yet. Rose, C.C., Street and the others. They could still defeat BL/ind. They just needed to get the BOOM Box. They probably already had it with them. I smirked at Korse and I saw a tinge of confusion appear in his eyes.
I knew that my existence was coming to an end, inhaling sharply as I felt his raygun under my chin. Soon he would pull the trigger and I would be nothing more than a ghost; but my friends. The others could live on, they can remember me. I glared at Korse, sending him every bit of anger and hatred I had within me. And as he pulled the trigger of his gun, and the laser beam traveled up the barrel, I prepared myself for the inevitable.
The laser beam tore through me, destroying every molecule of my being that it passed. I slowly felt my eyes flutter shut, and as I slumped to the ground, the last things I heard were Missile Kid screaming, and the sound of footsteps.
(Kobra's POV)
I spun around and took out yet another Scarecrow. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Poison's bright red hair and turned to see how he was doing. What I saw made even more anger boil up inside of me. Korse had him pinned against the wall, a raygun pressed against the underside of his jaw. "NO!" I yelled in anguish, but as I turned to shoot, I was too late. Poison slumped down onto the ground in a crumbled heap.
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I wouldn't allow it. I shot wildly at Korse, and managed to hit him in the knee and upper leg, but all too soon I felt the searing pain of a laser tear across my chest and arm. I fell to the ground, feeling my fresh wound beginning to ooze the crimson liquid that is necessary for life. Another blast was fired to some other part of my body, but I couldn't feel it anymore, I was too numb at this point.
I suddenly felt very, very tired and shut my eyes. I needed to sleep for a bit, just sleep…
(Ghoul's POV)
"Jet, let's go!" I yelled over the sound. Jet nodded, grabbed Missile's hand, and ran out the glass door, leading to the City. I made sure Jet and Missile had gotten out first before locking the door behind them. Jet turned around outside and tried to open the door; I just shook my head. He stared at me grimly but then nodded, mouthed the words "thank you," and ran off with Missile. I turned back around to face the carnage we had created, "Alright motherfuckers, come and get me!" I shot wildly at anything and everything that moved, taking out the enemy with every other shot.
"You've taken almost everything that has meaning to me, you deserve your fate." I whispered to myself as I shot more and more Dracs and Scarecrows. I took a hit to the left shoulder, but that only made me shoot more. A laser beam managed to zap out of the barrel of a Scarecrow Unit's gun, and hit me in the chest. I fell to the ground, and could feel blood filling my throat, making breathing impossible. Soon I lost my grip on life, and shut my eyes for the final time.
(Jet's POV)
"Missile, get to the Trans Am and wait for Dr. D, ok? Don't leave for anyone else, and stay hidden." She looked up at me with big, round eyes filled with fear and sadness, and we ran together to the car, suddenly I heard a wall of glass shatter into a million pieces behind us, and soon laser beams filled the air once more. In the distance, I saw a familiar van soaring up the narrow road towards us, and the familiar faces of Dr. D and Show Pony comforted me.
"Missile, go- now!" I said. She ran towards the van, and I turned to shoot at the enemy. A laser beam burst though my chest and I fell onto the hood of the Trans Am with a thud. As I felt my eyes begin to close, I saw Show Pony help Missile Kid safely inside the van. After that I shut my eyes, and felt proud: atleast we saved Misssile Kid from the destruction and death of BL/ind.