Flame ran through the sea of corpses, not looking down at the people she was stepping on. She almost tripped over outstretched arms and legs a couple of times, but still she kept running.

She couldn't believe it. Crimson was dead. Shot down by a Draculoid. And Flame couldn't forget the last thing Crimson had said to her …

"Sometimes … Sometimes you h-have to destroy something perfect, because … the world needs beauty. It needs colour. Sameness isn't perfect, it … it's the opposite. The world h-has survived this long with all the fl-flaws beauty has … it can survive a l-little longer. So … make your choice. B-but really th-think about what's best,"

More tears flowed out of her already bloodshot eyes. Her chest ached as she tried to overcome the swell of emotion that was threatening to break through her very existence.

Then, she heard a racking cough just ahead. Walking silently towards it, she saw Beautiful Disaster lying on the ground. Or more like the remains of Beautiful Disaster. Her beautiful porcelain face was cracked, and half of it lay on the ground beside her, revealing the pulsating brain. But the thing that Flame noticed the most was her eyes. They were no longer black, but a pale blue.

"K-Korse," Disaster coughed out. A small amount of blood dripped down the side of her face that remained, leaking out of her mouth, "Y-you have to k-kill K-Korse,"

Flame looked curiously down at the broken robot.

"I-I was a k-killjoy once," Disaster wheezed, "B-but K-Korse t-t-took me away, c-changed me into this,"

"Y-you have to kill him. With him still alive, th-the world can't go on," Disaster uttered her last words before her brain stopped throbbing, and her eyes turned glassy, lifeless.

Flame continued to stare down at the android girl, trying to piece the new information into her already confused mind.

If what Disaster had said was true, then Korse was a monster, but if she wasn't then it was all a catch. But why would she ask her to kill Korse if he truly was her master?

Then again, it had been a Drac that had killed Crimson. And who had created the Drac's? Korse. Korse had issued orders for all the killjoys to be killed except her.

Flame's eyes widened in recognition. She only then realized that no one that night had attempted to kill her. No lasers had been fired her way. Korse had known that she would choose to join with BL/ind, and he had set it so that none of the Drac's were programmed to shoot her!

Flame was livid. It was Korse who had killed Crimson. He thought that she would make a powerful ally? Well how about a dangerous enemy?

A few minutes after Flame had run off, Poison walked over and went to sit down beside Ghoul. He put his arm around the killjoy sympathetically as Ghoul continued to cry.

They sat there for a couple of minutes, the two best friends, not speaking. Then it was Poison who broke the silence.

"She's in a better place," he said softly, patting Ghoul on the back,

Ghoul sniffed and nodded once before turning to look at the red haired Fabulous Killjoy.

"She can see her sister again," Ghoul whispered, his voice heavy with tears, "She can finally see her sister and the birds,"

He broke into a fresh wave of tears, and Poison hugged him tightly, tears forming in his own eyes.

Jet stood away from the two killjoys, beside Crimson's body. He looked around, and spotted a white tarp not too far away. He walked over and picked it up before returning to Crimson's side. He placed her body on the white tarp, and enveloped her inside it, like a caterpillar inside a cocoon.

Poison walked over, taking Ghoul's daughter from Jet, so that Jet could pick up Crimson. The body was light from all the years of living on nothing but rations. Jet carried Crimson as they walked along through the sand and bodies.

The rain continued to fall on Battery City, the clouds churning high above them in the methane skies. Ghoul ran through the rain to catch up with his friends. Taking his daughter from Poison, Ghoul held her tightly, hearing her racing heart-beat.

"There, there," he whispered soothingly into the infant's ear, "I'll keep you safe. I promised her I'd keep you safe. Nothing will ever happen to you,"

Silent tears spilled from Ghoul's eyes, and in turn, his daughter cried loudly, a sweet lament for her mother, and it filled the silence that enveloped Battery City, reaching every corner, until grief seemed to flow through the very sand below their feet.