The assistant came up to Korse and whispered 'They're just playing smart. Let's do what we have to do and...'
'I know' he interrupted. 'Pick one and do it.'
The assistant turned to face the Killjoys. She quickly made up her mind and walked over to Fun Ghoul. She exposed his arm and pointed the syringe directly on it.
A bead of sweat rolled down Fun's forehead. He didn't want to be drugged. Heaven knew what might happen to him. He was going to get an overdose, and then die. But he didn't want to die! He was too young for death! There was still a lot he didn't see, or do. He winced as the needle entered his forearm and the green liquid was injected into him. There was load of that; it seemed like half a cup of coffee, but it was cold and runny. He tried to make her stop, but his hands were tied and he couldn't. And neither could anyone else.
As the syringe emptied, the assistant took the needle out of Fun's arm and walked over to the tray for more. Fun Ghoul felt dizzy. The whole room spun and he found it hard to stay conscious. These work fast, he thought. He started moaning.
'Fun?' Kobra asked, worryingly. 'Keep in there, buddy.' He knew it was a shitty thing to say, but he just wanted him to know they were there for him.
Fun closed his eyes. 'Sure.' His words were slurred.
The assistant walked to Fun again, this time with a full new syringe. She put the needle on his forearm and put her thumb on the plunger and slowly pushed it down again. Fun moaned and mumbled nonsense to her. He was losing consciousness, that was sure.
She stopped half way through injecting the drugs into Fun. She put two fingers on his wrist, checking for pulse. She looked at Korse. 'It's slowed'
'Proceed with the others.' He replied.
Panic embraced the others. Fun Ghoul's pulse slowed down, and they did nothing. It's not like they could do anything, but they felt like it really was their fault, they didn't even try. Worse yet, one of them was next.
The assistant walked over to Jet Star next. He was shaking. He didn't want to end like this. He would much rather die fighting, with pride, not like this. He felt helpless. His heard pounded in his chest so loud he was sure everyone could hear it. All eyes were on him. Two pairs of these were worried.
Just as the assistant put the needle on Jet's arm, the door flew open with a bang. Everyone turned. The Killjoys smiled.
The saviours have come.