Flame ran across Battery City, kicking up sand as her feet sped along the dirt. She now knew what she was searching for. Who she was searching for.

Korse was at the heart of everything. He was the one who had gotten that thing to capture her, to make her see the turmoil that was happening on the battlefield, and to make her think it was the killjoy's fault, for fighting for what they believed was right.

Korse was a coward, sending all those brainwashed Draculoids out there to do his bidding. Flame knew that the Fabulous Killjoys would never ask that of a fellow killjoy. They would never ask someone to risk their life for them. No killjoy would.

As she ran across Battery City, she heard the cries of the wounded, the weak. But she didn't stop to help them. She couldn't. She had to defeat Korse, or everything they'd set out to do all those months ago would be for nothing.

Flame dashed across the city, searching for the one building where she knew Korse would be. She didn't know how she knew, she just did.

Sure enough, as she approached the laboratories, an outline of a man was visible against the multicoloured flames that burned on, even through the heavy downpour.

"Korse!" she shouted, although she had no doubt that he knew she was there. He looked up anyway, his pale eyes reflecting the dancing inferno. Flame's face remained impassive. She didn't want to give anything away just yet.

"Synthetic Flame," Korse replied after a moment of silence, "You've chosen then?"

Flame nodded. She also knew Korse hadn't needed to ask that question. He'd known the answer from the very moment she'd shot Ladyboy down. He was always watching.

"But something made you question your choice?" why was he asking all these questions when he already knew the answer? Flame nodded again.

"And what was it that made you change your mind?" Flame shuddered ever so slightly. She did not want to have to explain to Korse about Crimson, even though she was certain he already knew. That was why he was asking the questions. He wanted to make her feel uncomfortable, to get her to let her guard down. Well it wasn't going to work.

"A couple of moments ago, my best friend, my sister, was murdered by one of your Draculoids. How can you expect me to still be on your side after that?"

Korse just continued to stare at her, his face impassive.

"Just because you don't have emotions, or wouldn't give a second glance if you saw someone murdering someone, doesn't mean the rest of the world shares your views. You're a cold hearted killer who's too cowardly to send himself out there, instead leaving all the dirty work to mindless zombies who don't have a choice," Flame was really getting angry now, letting all of her emotions escape through her words.

"But now it's your turn to face it. There's no Drac's to take the fall this time," Flame motioned around her at the many dead Draculoid corpses that littered the ground, "It's just you and me,"

Flame raised her ray gun high, aiming it straight at Korse's heart. She wanted to kill him so bad at that moment, but she forced herself to wait. She knew she would consider it murder if his gun wasn't pointed at her as well.

Deliberately slow, Korse reached down, extracting his ray gun from its holster, readying it, and raising it so that it was in line with Flame's.

At that exact moment, Flame felt a surge from within her, and all she could see was a mass of red hair smirking at her, the killjoy's yellow ray gun raised much like Korse's had been only a second before. Ashes flew through the air, and then there was a flash of red light and the world exploded.

The sensation was gone as soon as it had appeared. Party Poison was no longer standing in front of her, Korse was. The world had not exploded into a flash of light. She was still here, standing in front of the burning laboratories, staring death in the face.

Flame shut her eyes tight. She knew that if it was her time to leave, she wanted to remember the world exactly how it was before all this, before BL/ind, before 2012, before everything. She wanted to remember birds, and flowers, and freedom. She called forth all the memories that she had left, everything that she loved. Her old friends that had perished, her new friends that she hoped would survive, and Crimson. Most of all Crimson.

Flame felt her gloved hand tighten on the ray gun, and when she exhaled, she found her breathing shaky, and her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to jump out of her chest.

"Let this world explode," she whispered to herself before she pulled the trigger.

The hovercraft appeared in front of the Fabulous Killjoys after a few moments of walking. Dr. D and Missile Kid walked out the opening hatch.

"Kobra's going to be fine, although …" Dr. D stopped when he saw the killjoys, "Wha …? What's happened? Jet, why do you have a body bag, and Ghoul, is … is that a baby?"

Ghoul sniffed sub-consciously, and Jet shook his head jerkily, his eyes widening in warning. Dr. D dropped the subject quickly, ushering the killjoys into the hovercraft. Poison, however, remained behind.

"You coming, P.P.?" Dr. D asked,

"Nah, give me a minute, will you?" Dr. D shrugged and walked back to the hovercraft.

Party Poison didn't know why he needed to stay behind, he just had a gut feeling that there was something he needed to see, something he had to witness before he left this place. He just didn't know what yet.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of purple. Spinning around, he saw in the distance, a tuft of purple hair, and he knew it was Flame.

Anger flared up in him. How could Flame have just run away, leaving them all there with Crimson? How much more cowardly could you get?

But then Poison realized what she was doing. She had her ray gun raised high up to … Korse? She couldn't possibly …

And then there were two bright flashes of light at the same time, one of them flashing by its target, the other hitting it straight on. Poison watched in indescribable happiness as Korse's immobile body fell to meet the others on the ground.

Flame had done it. She'd killed Korse, a thing that none of them were able to do. Korse, the head of BL/ind, was dead.

Poison watched as Flame turned around and ran, ran away from Battery City. He watched her until she was no more than a speck on the horizon, then he turned around, and walked back to the hovercraft to start a new life, a free life.