Danger Days- Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back
Title: Danger Days- The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Gerard/Ray Mikey/Frank
Rating: R
POV: 3rd- Gerard-centric
Summary: Our fabulous Killjoys discover that art is the weapon and use it to take down Better Living Industries
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, none of the characters or events are true.
Author's Note: Ugh, I know I said last time I would be back to normal updates but I was just so swamped with school and then went out of town so it was difficult, but whatever I'm back now - distraction free!
Warnings: language, violence, sex
Previous Chapters:
Prologue- Look Alive, Sunshine
Chapter One- Art is the Weapon
Chapter Two- Bullet Proof Heart
Chapter Three- S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
Chapter Four- The Kids From Yesterday
Chapter Five- Vampire Money
Chapter Six- Planetary GO!
Chapter Seven- Party Poison
Chapter Eight- The Only Hope For Me Is You
Chapter Nine- DESTROYA
Chapter Ten- Summertime
Chapter Eleven- Mastas of Ravencroft
12
It was dark and freezing cold by the time that Party Poison pulled up in front of the diner. Luckily nothing looked out of the ordinary there, for most of the ride he’d been worried that more dracs would show up or would be waiting to ambush him. Instead he was greeted by Kobra Kid and Grace running out with their flashers drawn. He was glad that Jet Star was passed out, the fallen Killjoy would’ve had a fit if he saw his daughter running out to fight.
“Don’t shoot!” Poison tried to call out but his mouth was dry and caked with dust. He wished he could reach the road flare strapped to his boot so his brother could see in the darkness but at this point his right arm was stiff from steering the bike one handed and his other was in so much pain that it was numb. All he could feel was the cracked leather and solar cells of Jet’s jacket under his fingernails.
Kobra stopped short, flasher still aimed at Poison in the darkness. “Hands where I can see them,” he yelled back.
Poison swore and tried to hit the kickstand while raising his hands up. The unconscious Jet Star fell off the side of the bike and hit the ground with a thud as soon when the red head let go. Poison was immediately on his knees at his side. Kobra fired a shot two feet away from his brother’s head. “Fuck! Kobra, you fucking asshole, are you trying to kill me!?”
The blonde lowered his gun and jogged over to his brother. “Shit, I didn’t know it was you! Where’s the-“ He stopped short when he caught sight of Jet on the ground. “Oh fuck…”
“Fucking ambush,” Poison panted - his whole body felt stiff from the bike ride and fight earlier.
“Grace, go inside and get Ghoul and Pony,” Kobra hollered back at the small girl who remained by the door with her gun still pointing at them. As she turned he added, “stay inside!”
A minute later Fun Ghoul was helping Kobra Kid carry Jet Star inside. Show Pony had Poison’s good arm slung over his shoulder and was helping him walk in as well. “Leave it to you to go and get yourself all fucked up again,” Pony chided - as if this were an every day occurrence.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Poison replied sarcastically, “which one of us almost got their arm blown off last time?”
“Looks like you did a good job trying to keep up with me,” Pony observed. “Fuck how are you always able to drive when you get so messed up? It’s like your God damn super power.”
“Too bad my super power isn’t staying unharmed.”
“If only…”
Once inside, Poison was brought into the back and laid out on a My Little Pony sleeping back next to Jet Star who was still unconscious and stretched out on Dr. D’s cot on the other side of the room.
“How’s Poison looking?” D asked from across the room. He didn’t sound too concerned, which was good - then again Poison had never heard him be freaked out other than when it was his son who was fucked up.
“Oh you know,” Pony said off handedly, “in shock and all that shit - pretty dull actually. You’d think he’d be more freaked out over exposed bone.”
“What?” Poison looked down at his fucked up arm, there was a gash between his wrist and forearm - in the three inches of exposed skin on his whole fucking arm - that was so deep that he could see the white of his bone. You’d think it’d be red with all that blood, but he’d never seen anything as white as that bone before. “What the fuck?”
“Nice going,” Dr. D sounded annoyed, “we’re going to have to put him out now, it would’ve been nice to have one of them lucid.”
“Put me out?”
Poison could hear Kobra behind him saying, “this is going to end violently.”
Next thing he knew, Poison was being restrained by Kobra, crying out in pain and then in fear when he realized Dr. D was wheeling toward him with a large syringe in hand. He started to sob hysterically, “oh God no, no! I’m okay - please don’t get near me with that!” He kicked out his legs, his boot pushed D’s wheelchair backwards a few feet.
“Ghoul - grab his legs!” Kobra yelled.
Poison was pretty sure that he got in at least one good kick to Ghoul’s jaw while trying to fight him off, then he was pinned down and screaming as the syringe pricked his skin. “I’ll never forgive you, Mikey,” he was crying before everything spun upside down and went black.
--
“What do you mean they got away?” Lynn asked very calmly into the tiny silver communicator that extended from her ear to her lips. “You said there were only two of them, Gearbox, we sent fifty draculoids. Two Killjoys could never survive an attack like that - it’s impossible.”
Although she never raised her voice or sounded particularly unpleasant there was something undeniably vicious about the way Lynn spoke, it was as if her words were parasites that crawled under the skin and left you feeling uncomfortable for days.
“That’s enough, my dear,” Korse said quietly but sternly from behind her.
The petite Asian spun around, obviously unaware that the older man had been there. “But-“
“Our friend upheld his end of the bargain, he cannot be blamed for the incompetence of our draculoid squad. Give him what was promised, there is no need for them to distrust Better Living Industries or citizens of Battery City.”
Lynn nodded curtly. “We will ship out the medication to you in the morning, thank you for your services.” She sounded even more vicious than before if that were at all possible. After a moment she touched a manicured nail to a blue light shining on her headpiece, the light turned off and she pulled it from her ear. “It sickens me that we even have to bargain with those… those monsters in the desert,” she spat.
Korse walked calmly toward her. He didn’t trust Lynn to be left alone - not after the betrayal he suffered from Raymond. “The waveheads are a valuable untapped resource. We could learn a lot from their genetic make up, and they’re not too difficult to manipulate either. We’ve won the hearts and minds of Battery City, it will be easier to stomp out the Killjoys if we do the same with the vermin.”
“Yes but why do we even need the Killjoys? It’s five… maybe six men, they can’t hurt us.”
Korse’s eyes drew together and his hand crashed across Lynn’s cheek. She stood perfectly still with her head twisted to the side and eyes screwed shut to avoid tearing up in pain. “Don’t question me - they are capable of much more than you give them credit for. Raymond was able to communicate and plot with them for nearly a decade right under your nose.”
Lynn straightened up and sneered. “Under your nose as well,” she added coolly. She looked shocked as soon as she said it and braced herself for another hit.
“That’s out of line,” Korse said quietly. “Right now they’re just acting like children and playing with us - the time is coming when they are going to actually make a move, and we’ll let them-“
“But why?”
“-We’ll let them,” he continued, “ because then Battery City will see they truly do have an enemy in the desert, something that wants to take away all that we’ve so generously given them. Unrest has gone down twenty-seven percent since the announcement of Raymond’s kidnapping by a desert gang.”
“Raymond was not kidnapped,” Lynn hissed.
“I know, but how would the people react if they knew what really happened?”
Lynn opened her mouth to respond but no words came out.
Korse’s nostrils flared and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He couldn't be getting this worked up all the time but Lynn lacked the tact necessarily to sway the people. Medication was not enough to keep everyone pacified, obviously. “Get some rest,” he said once he’d calmed himself, “the designer drugs get in early tomorrow, we’ll need to test them before they’re administered.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he turned around and walked out of the steel business room the two had been in.
In truth, Korse despised Lynn and had only previously tolerated her because of Raymond’s affections and now he positively hated her because his most loyal associate and the closest semblance he had to a friend had turned coat right under her nose.
He’d been so sure that Raymond was trustworthy. Not at first, naturally, not after his involvement in Operation Killjoy - but once that had been dealt with and Raymond returned with so much information and the leader, Party Poison served up on a silver platter…
Apparently things had never been what they’d seemed. Korse saw the red headed Killjoy with his own eyes only a month ago. He didn’t know how Raymond was able to pull that one off but to see the look of hate in his comrade’s eyes had been the deepest knife in his back. After Raymond had run away Korse had refused to believe that it was anything but a kidnapping. Audio was in tact from Raymond’s living facility but he’d refused to believe facts. Now it was so obvious that the man was a double-agent - a traitor.
In truth, what he couldn’t tell Lynn, was that his vendetta against the Killjoys was deeply personal. Yes, they could potentially set Battery City back a few years if they truly utilized the access they seemed to have to the computer system, maybe more if they dared to break through the walls again, but they weren’t as much of a threat as he’d made them out to be. Korse just wanted them dead and didn’t care if it was at his hands or not this time - he would use any excuse necessary to make Raymond Toro learn his lesson.
He swiped his access card at his door and entered his living facility. Unlike all the other rooms in Battery City, his had old world comfort. Rugs, amber lights, and real cotton. Unfortunately, as his illness progressed he found himself unable to sleep in the comfort of his rather plush bed. Instead the bald man walked to a glass tube in the corner of his room and typed the password to open it. With a hiss the door unlocked and opened. It was uncomfortable but the purified air and heart monitor would keep him alive over night until he replaced his cancer ridden lungs and heart with robotic ones.
The door swung shut behind him and just before the heavy oxygen flow put him to sleep, Korse thought of Raymond’s little girl who had also disappeared into the desert. He went under with a menacing smile inching across his chapped lips.
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Poison woke up and stared around the back of the diner behind half-lidded eyes. Everything was foggy. He couldn’t feel anything but was decidedly uncomfortable at the same time.
Jet Star had been moved to the floor next to him at some point and was on a black blanket. His jacket and pants had been removed. Poison looked down and saw that he had also been stripped, only his shirt was missing as well.
“The fuck?” It felt like there were cotton balls in his mouth. If there was anyone else in the room they didn’t answer him.
It was really bright - had to be day time. D wasn’t doing his radio broadcast, at least not in the back room.
Poison tried to raise his arms but they felt like they were made of lead. Out of the corner of his eye he saw he was wearing a terribly shaped cast. His arm was probably never going to set right again.
Rather than sit up, the red head rolled over so he was half on Jet’s blanket and half on his sleeping bag. Jet mumbled something and turned to look at Party Poison. He was wearing an eye patch - the skin around it looked scabbed and red. What wasn’t a scar was black and blue from bruises
“You look gross.”
Jet mumbled something again and turned to lay on his stomach, one of his arms went around Poison’s shoulders. They were so close that their sides were touching. “Speak for yourself,” he finally said clearly enough to be heard.
Jet’s eye was half lidded as well and his pupil was extremely dilated. “’M glad you didn’ die,” Poison whispered. His throat felt dry and he was so fucking thankful that he couldn’t feel how raw it probably was.
“Me too…” Jet whispered back. A lopsided grin crossed his face.
It looked weird to see him all fucked up and bloody and smiling at once. Weird and fitting… Poison leaned in and pressed his dry lips against Jet’s. He pulled away and looked at the older man through his foggy vision then leaned in again and kissed him harder, his tongue trying to peak through.
Jet Star pulled away, that lopsided smile still on his face. “Ow,” he whispered and removed his arm from around Poison to touch his bruised lips, “not so rough.”
Poison kissed him again more softly. “Okay,” he whispered back once he’d pulled away. “I’m just so happy you’re alive.”
“If this is my reward for living I’ll try to do it more often.”
It was so fucking stupid and cheesy that Poison started laughing. He felt his chapped lips split from opening his mouth too wide but didn’t care. He was so drugged up and alive that it didn’t matter.
Jet started to laugh too then laced his fingers with Poison’s good hand. “Shut up. I’m high, I can say stupid shit right now, okay?”
“And I’m allowed to kiss you when I think you’ve died and find out you’re just a pirate,” Poison said between laughs, “the eye patch is a nice touch.”
“You’re allowed to kiss me whenever you want,” Jet said quietly. He wasn’t laughing anymore.
Poison felt his stomach knot up and turned his head to look shyly downward. “Grace is going to be so mad at me,” he said to change the subject, “I promised she could shoot the rocket launcher.” When he looked back up he saw that Jet wasn’t smiling anymore, instead he was looking away and starting to shift apart from Poison.
Right before Poison could say anything, Show Pony and Grace came barging into the room.
“Daddy!” Grace screamed and catapulted herself on top of her father who gave out a loud groan of pain upon impact.
“We thought we heard you loons,” Show Pony said casually as he skated over to D’s work station and stretched against the desk, showing off more belly as he did so. “D wants to talk to you if you’re lucid, Poison.”
The red head nodded slowly and started to sit up. The room spun and his stomach lurched forward. “How long were we out?” He looked down at Jet Star and saw that his friend had already passed out again with Grace curled in his arms.
“Oh this isn’t your first time up,” Pony said with a sly laugh, “you were just blitzed out of your skull the last few times… I, uh, probably gave you more meds than you needed. I just didn’t want you to kick Ghoul again.” He laughed about that and kicked one of his skates up. “But it’s been three days since you got here. Seriously, how do you drive like that?”
Poison didn’t answer, he just started to try and stand. The room seemed to contract and expand as he did. “I feel like I’m on a tilt-a-whirl.”
“Still fucked up? You sure didn’t like me trying to take your clothes off to dress your wounds.”
“Can’t imagine why,” Poison replied dryly then headed out to the front on shaky feet.
Dr. Death was sitting next to one of the booths with his laptop out. He glanced up when he saw Poison then returned to what he was doing. “The thing that sucks about the fifties,” he said, “is that their restaurants weren’t very handy-capable.”
“Good to see you too,” Poison replied grumpily as he slid into a booth seat next to the older man. He winced when he sat.
D smirked. “Don’t go mouthing off or I’ll pull a needle on you again.” He chuckled under his breath when Poison shuddered. “I need you to tell me exactly what happened out there.”
Slowly, Poison started to recall his experience but wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. His brain was on auto pilot as he thought about what had just happened between himself and Jet Star in the back room.
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Ugh, I know I said last time I would be back to normal updates but I was just so swamped with school and then went out of town so it was difficult, but whatever I'm back now - distraction free!
Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Gerard/Ray Mikey/Frank
Rating: R
POV: 3rd- Gerard-centric
Summary: Our fabulous Killjoys discover that art is the weapon and use it to take down Better Living Industries
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, none of the characters or events are true.
Author's Note: Ugh, I know I said last time I would be back to normal updates but I was just so swamped with school and then went out of town so it was difficult, but whatever I'm back now - distraction free!
Warnings: language, violence, sex
Previous Chapters:
Prologue- Look Alive, Sunshine
Chapter One- Art is the Weapon
Chapter Two- Bullet Proof Heart
Chapter Three- S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
Chapter Four- The Kids From Yesterday
Chapter Five- Vampire Money
Chapter Six- Planetary GO!
Chapter Seven- Party Poison
Chapter Eight- The Only Hope For Me Is You
Chapter Nine- DESTROYA
Chapter Ten- Summertime
Chapter Eleven- Mastas of Ravencroft
12
It was dark and freezing cold by the time that Party Poison pulled up in front of the diner. Luckily nothing looked out of the ordinary there, for most of the ride he’d been worried that more dracs would show up or would be waiting to ambush him. Instead he was greeted by Kobra Kid and Grace running out with their flashers drawn. He was glad that Jet Star was passed out, the fallen Killjoy would’ve had a fit if he saw his daughter running out to fight.
“Don’t shoot!” Poison tried to call out but his mouth was dry and caked with dust. He wished he could reach the road flare strapped to his boot so his brother could see in the darkness but at this point his right arm was stiff from steering the bike one handed and his other was in so much pain that it was numb. All he could feel was the cracked leather and solar cells of Jet’s jacket under his fingernails.
Kobra stopped short, flasher still aimed at Poison in the darkness. “Hands where I can see them,” he yelled back.
Poison swore and tried to hit the kickstand while raising his hands up. The unconscious Jet Star fell off the side of the bike and hit the ground with a thud as soon when the red head let go. Poison was immediately on his knees at his side. Kobra fired a shot two feet away from his brother’s head. “Fuck! Kobra, you fucking asshole, are you trying to kill me!?”
The blonde lowered his gun and jogged over to his brother. “Shit, I didn’t know it was you! Where’s the-“ He stopped short when he caught sight of Jet on the ground. “Oh fuck…”
“Fucking ambush,” Poison panted - his whole body felt stiff from the bike ride and fight earlier.
“Grace, go inside and get Ghoul and Pony,” Kobra hollered back at the small girl who remained by the door with her gun still pointing at them. As she turned he added, “stay inside!”
A minute later Fun Ghoul was helping Kobra Kid carry Jet Star inside. Show Pony had Poison’s good arm slung over his shoulder and was helping him walk in as well. “Leave it to you to go and get yourself all fucked up again,” Pony chided - as if this were an every day occurrence.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Poison replied sarcastically, “which one of us almost got their arm blown off last time?”
“Looks like you did a good job trying to keep up with me,” Pony observed. “Fuck how are you always able to drive when you get so messed up? It’s like your God damn super power.”
“Too bad my super power isn’t staying unharmed.”
“If only…”
Once inside, Poison was brought into the back and laid out on a My Little Pony sleeping back next to Jet Star who was still unconscious and stretched out on Dr. D’s cot on the other side of the room.
“How’s Poison looking?” D asked from across the room. He didn’t sound too concerned, which was good - then again Poison had never heard him be freaked out other than when it was his son who was fucked up.
“Oh you know,” Pony said off handedly, “in shock and all that shit - pretty dull actually. You’d think he’d be more freaked out over exposed bone.”
“What?” Poison looked down at his fucked up arm, there was a gash between his wrist and forearm - in the three inches of exposed skin on his whole fucking arm - that was so deep that he could see the white of his bone. You’d think it’d be red with all that blood, but he’d never seen anything as white as that bone before. “What the fuck?”
“Nice going,” Dr. D sounded annoyed, “we’re going to have to put him out now, it would’ve been nice to have one of them lucid.”
“Put me out?”
Poison could hear Kobra behind him saying, “this is going to end violently.”
Next thing he knew, Poison was being restrained by Kobra, crying out in pain and then in fear when he realized Dr. D was wheeling toward him with a large syringe in hand. He started to sob hysterically, “oh God no, no! I’m okay - please don’t get near me with that!” He kicked out his legs, his boot pushed D’s wheelchair backwards a few feet.
“Ghoul - grab his legs!” Kobra yelled.
Poison was pretty sure that he got in at least one good kick to Ghoul’s jaw while trying to fight him off, then he was pinned down and screaming as the syringe pricked his skin. “I’ll never forgive you, Mikey,” he was crying before everything spun upside down and went black.
--
“What do you mean they got away?” Lynn asked very calmly into the tiny silver communicator that extended from her ear to her lips. “You said there were only two of them, Gearbox, we sent fifty draculoids. Two Killjoys could never survive an attack like that - it’s impossible.”
Although she never raised her voice or sounded particularly unpleasant there was something undeniably vicious about the way Lynn spoke, it was as if her words were parasites that crawled under the skin and left you feeling uncomfortable for days.
“That’s enough, my dear,” Korse said quietly but sternly from behind her.
The petite Asian spun around, obviously unaware that the older man had been there. “But-“
“Our friend upheld his end of the bargain, he cannot be blamed for the incompetence of our draculoid squad. Give him what was promised, there is no need for them to distrust Better Living Industries or citizens of Battery City.”
Lynn nodded curtly. “We will ship out the medication to you in the morning, thank you for your services.” She sounded even more vicious than before if that were at all possible. After a moment she touched a manicured nail to a blue light shining on her headpiece, the light turned off and she pulled it from her ear. “It sickens me that we even have to bargain with those… those monsters in the desert,” she spat.
Korse walked calmly toward her. He didn’t trust Lynn to be left alone - not after the betrayal he suffered from Raymond. “The waveheads are a valuable untapped resource. We could learn a lot from their genetic make up, and they’re not too difficult to manipulate either. We’ve won the hearts and minds of Battery City, it will be easier to stomp out the Killjoys if we do the same with the vermin.”
“Yes but why do we even need the Killjoys? It’s five… maybe six men, they can’t hurt us.”
Korse’s eyes drew together and his hand crashed across Lynn’s cheek. She stood perfectly still with her head twisted to the side and eyes screwed shut to avoid tearing up in pain. “Don’t question me - they are capable of much more than you give them credit for. Raymond was able to communicate and plot with them for nearly a decade right under your nose.”
Lynn straightened up and sneered. “Under your nose as well,” she added coolly. She looked shocked as soon as she said it and braced herself for another hit.
“That’s out of line,” Korse said quietly. “Right now they’re just acting like children and playing with us - the time is coming when they are going to actually make a move, and we’ll let them-“
“But why?”
“-We’ll let them,” he continued, “ because then Battery City will see they truly do have an enemy in the desert, something that wants to take away all that we’ve so generously given them. Unrest has gone down twenty-seven percent since the announcement of Raymond’s kidnapping by a desert gang.”
“Raymond was not kidnapped,” Lynn hissed.
“I know, but how would the people react if they knew what really happened?”
Lynn opened her mouth to respond but no words came out.
Korse’s nostrils flared and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He couldn't be getting this worked up all the time but Lynn lacked the tact necessarily to sway the people. Medication was not enough to keep everyone pacified, obviously. “Get some rest,” he said once he’d calmed himself, “the designer drugs get in early tomorrow, we’ll need to test them before they’re administered.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he turned around and walked out of the steel business room the two had been in.
In truth, Korse despised Lynn and had only previously tolerated her because of Raymond’s affections and now he positively hated her because his most loyal associate and the closest semblance he had to a friend had turned coat right under her nose.
He’d been so sure that Raymond was trustworthy. Not at first, naturally, not after his involvement in Operation Killjoy - but once that had been dealt with and Raymond returned with so much information and the leader, Party Poison served up on a silver platter…
Apparently things had never been what they’d seemed. Korse saw the red headed Killjoy with his own eyes only a month ago. He didn’t know how Raymond was able to pull that one off but to see the look of hate in his comrade’s eyes had been the deepest knife in his back. After Raymond had run away Korse had refused to believe that it was anything but a kidnapping. Audio was in tact from Raymond’s living facility but he’d refused to believe facts. Now it was so obvious that the man was a double-agent - a traitor.
In truth, what he couldn’t tell Lynn, was that his vendetta against the Killjoys was deeply personal. Yes, they could potentially set Battery City back a few years if they truly utilized the access they seemed to have to the computer system, maybe more if they dared to break through the walls again, but they weren’t as much of a threat as he’d made them out to be. Korse just wanted them dead and didn’t care if it was at his hands or not this time - he would use any excuse necessary to make Raymond Toro learn his lesson.
He swiped his access card at his door and entered his living facility. Unlike all the other rooms in Battery City, his had old world comfort. Rugs, amber lights, and real cotton. Unfortunately, as his illness progressed he found himself unable to sleep in the comfort of his rather plush bed. Instead the bald man walked to a glass tube in the corner of his room and typed the password to open it. With a hiss the door unlocked and opened. It was uncomfortable but the purified air and heart monitor would keep him alive over night until he replaced his cancer ridden lungs and heart with robotic ones.
The door swung shut behind him and just before the heavy oxygen flow put him to sleep, Korse thought of Raymond’s little girl who had also disappeared into the desert. He went under with a menacing smile inching across his chapped lips.
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Poison woke up and stared around the back of the diner behind half-lidded eyes. Everything was foggy. He couldn’t feel anything but was decidedly uncomfortable at the same time.
Jet Star had been moved to the floor next to him at some point and was on a black blanket. His jacket and pants had been removed. Poison looked down and saw that he had also been stripped, only his shirt was missing as well.
“The fuck?” It felt like there were cotton balls in his mouth. If there was anyone else in the room they didn’t answer him.
It was really bright - had to be day time. D wasn’t doing his radio broadcast, at least not in the back room.
Poison tried to raise his arms but they felt like they were made of lead. Out of the corner of his eye he saw he was wearing a terribly shaped cast. His arm was probably never going to set right again.
Rather than sit up, the red head rolled over so he was half on Jet’s blanket and half on his sleeping bag. Jet mumbled something and turned to look at Party Poison. He was wearing an eye patch - the skin around it looked scabbed and red. What wasn’t a scar was black and blue from bruises
“You look gross.”
Jet mumbled something again and turned to lay on his stomach, one of his arms went around Poison’s shoulders. They were so close that their sides were touching. “Speak for yourself,” he finally said clearly enough to be heard.
Jet’s eye was half lidded as well and his pupil was extremely dilated. “’M glad you didn’ die,” Poison whispered. His throat felt dry and he was so fucking thankful that he couldn’t feel how raw it probably was.
“Me too…” Jet whispered back. A lopsided grin crossed his face.
It looked weird to see him all fucked up and bloody and smiling at once. Weird and fitting… Poison leaned in and pressed his dry lips against Jet’s. He pulled away and looked at the older man through his foggy vision then leaned in again and kissed him harder, his tongue trying to peak through.
Jet Star pulled away, that lopsided smile still on his face. “Ow,” he whispered and removed his arm from around Poison to touch his bruised lips, “not so rough.”
Poison kissed him again more softly. “Okay,” he whispered back once he’d pulled away. “I’m just so happy you’re alive.”
“If this is my reward for living I’ll try to do it more often.”
It was so fucking stupid and cheesy that Poison started laughing. He felt his chapped lips split from opening his mouth too wide but didn’t care. He was so drugged up and alive that it didn’t matter.
Jet started to laugh too then laced his fingers with Poison’s good hand. “Shut up. I’m high, I can say stupid shit right now, okay?”
“And I’m allowed to kiss you when I think you’ve died and find out you’re just a pirate,” Poison said between laughs, “the eye patch is a nice touch.”
“You’re allowed to kiss me whenever you want,” Jet said quietly. He wasn’t laughing anymore.
Poison felt his stomach knot up and turned his head to look shyly downward. “Grace is going to be so mad at me,” he said to change the subject, “I promised she could shoot the rocket launcher.” When he looked back up he saw that Jet wasn’t smiling anymore, instead he was looking away and starting to shift apart from Poison.
Right before Poison could say anything, Show Pony and Grace came barging into the room.
“Daddy!” Grace screamed and catapulted herself on top of her father who gave out a loud groan of pain upon impact.
“We thought we heard you loons,” Show Pony said casually as he skated over to D’s work station and stretched against the desk, showing off more belly as he did so. “D wants to talk to you if you’re lucid, Poison.”
The red head nodded slowly and started to sit up. The room spun and his stomach lurched forward. “How long were we out?” He looked down at Jet Star and saw that his friend had already passed out again with Grace curled in his arms.
“Oh this isn’t your first time up,” Pony said with a sly laugh, “you were just blitzed out of your skull the last few times… I, uh, probably gave you more meds than you needed. I just didn’t want you to kick Ghoul again.” He laughed about that and kicked one of his skates up. “But it’s been three days since you got here. Seriously, how do you drive like that?”
Poison didn’t answer, he just started to try and stand. The room seemed to contract and expand as he did. “I feel like I’m on a tilt-a-whirl.”
“Still fucked up? You sure didn’t like me trying to take your clothes off to dress your wounds.”
“Can’t imagine why,” Poison replied dryly then headed out to the front on shaky feet.
Dr. Death was sitting next to one of the booths with his laptop out. He glanced up when he saw Poison then returned to what he was doing. “The thing that sucks about the fifties,” he said, “is that their restaurants weren’t very handy-capable.”
“Good to see you too,” Poison replied grumpily as he slid into a booth seat next to the older man. He winced when he sat.
D smirked. “Don’t go mouthing off or I’ll pull a needle on you again.” He chuckled under his breath when Poison shuddered. “I need you to tell me exactly what happened out there.”
Slowly, Poison started to recall his experience but wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. His brain was on auto pilot as he thought about what had just happened between himself and Jet Star in the back room.
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Ugh, I know I said last time I would be back to normal updates but I was just so swamped with school and then went out of town so it was difficult, but whatever I'm back now - distraction free!