A cough, a splutter, and then Flame's eyes opened wearily, ash clouding her vision. Lifting her head slightly, she found that gravel was imprinted on her cheek, mixing nicely with the harsh scars that marred the left side of her body.

She tried to prop herself up on one elbow, only to call out in immense pain. She grabbed her right arm, and when she brought her left hand away, she found that it was soaked with blood.

Peering downward, she noticed a large gash on her arm. A shrapnel wound, most likely. And then she remembered.

Poison had detonated the final bomb by shooting it in her backpack. He had killed thousands of Draculoids, but also many killjoys. Flame smirked at that. He hadn't thought through his plan very well.

Supporting herself on her left arm this time, she looked around at the corpses around her. She saw no red hair, therefore Poison was still alive.

Coughing, Flame brought herself slowly to her feet. She had lost her ray gun, but there were no shortages here. She kicked a deceased killjoy, causing the green ray gun it held to skid across the sand. She stooped down, picking it up and readying it. Flame then walked through the ocean of corpses, searching for Poison.

Jet Star and Party Poison walked silently across the battleground, still searching for their friends. They had come across a few living killjoys, but most of them were close to death, just bleeding away. Poison hated walking away from them as they pleaded, but there was nothing he could do. He had no ways of helping them.

They also spotted other killjoys as they ran, hoping to get out of Battery City alive. Jet and Poison didn't blame them. Things did not look good for the rebellion, with so many killjoys dead.

Then, out of the ash, two more figures became clearer. Poison didn't want to get his hopes up though. They could be just two Dracs, or two killjoys. But as the ash receded, their forms began to get clearer.

"Poison!" Fun Ghoul shouted, and Jet and Poison began to sprint towards their friends.

"I'm so glad you're alive!" they all said at once, and then laughed. But then it was Crimson who asked the question.

"Where's Flame?"

Poison looked down, kicking around a stone with the toe of his boot, unspeaking. From the corner of his eye, he saw Crimson's eyes grow wide.

"D-don't tell me she's …"

"No," Poison interjected, "She's not dead, not that I know. She … She …"

"She what?" Crimson was almost shouting now, "What did she do Poison?"

Party Poison swallowed hard before sighing. Crimson needed to know the truth.

"She turned against us," he said finally, "She joined with BL/ind, with Korse. She killed Ladyboy, maimed Kobra, and almost killed me. I'm so sorry, Crimson,"

Crimson just stood there, shaking her head.

"No," she whispered, "Not Flame. She would never do that! How …"

Her voice caught in her throat as she remembered. The Prophecy. Flame was destined to rule the world. But Korse had gotten to her first, before they could, and now she was ruling it from the wrong side.

Then, from behind them, they heard footsteps. Turning around, they saw Synthetic Flame waiting for them forty meters away. Jet, Ghoul and Poison immediately whipped out their ray guns.

"I just want to talk," Flame called, her voice crossing the distance easily. The Fabulous Killjoys looked at her suspiciously. Her ray gun was by her side, but they all knew she could have it on them in a millisecond. Ghoul turned back to Crimson.

"Stay here," he whispered. She tried to interject, but he stopped her, and she knew he was just trying to protect her.

The three killjoys walked cautiously up to the traitor, their ray guns grasped tightly in their hands. Crimson waited behind, as instructed.

"How could you?" Ghoul asked with disgust as soon as they were close enough, "How could you do this? Who are you?"

"I'm who I've got to be," Flame said simply, "The world needs BL/ind. The world needs something faultless,"

"Don't you remember anything?" Poison asked, "Whatever happened to destroying something perfect in order to make it beautiful?"

"The world doesn't need beautiful," she said, "The world needs order and certainty,"

Jet just shook his head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Flame really had turned against them.

"Don't you want to be able to know that your daughter is going to be safe?" Flame asked Ghoul, and his hand wrapped around the small baby in his jacket protectively.

"And as well-" Flame's voice was cut off by a loud zap. The killjoys whipped around in time to see a Draculoid on the ground, ray gun in hand, and Crimson Pixie as she fell to the ground.