Lost Highway
Title: Lost Highway
Author: Zory22
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, eventual Mikey/Alicia
Rating: NC17
Warning: Violence, character death, adult themes, language, implied sex
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: Frank wakes up in the hospital with Dr. Korse after a car accident. The Killjoys know him, but he has no clue who they are or where he is. Can they help him with his memories, or is Fun Ghoul lost forever?
Chapter 1 Chosen
Chapter 2 Empty
Chapter 3 Anneal
Chapter 4 Wayward
Chapter 5 Abashing
Gerard's POV
I didn't even have time to talk to Fun Ghoul the next morning because Kobra Kid came running down the hall, yelling loud enough that no one could be asleep.
"WE'VE GOT A TRANSMISSION FROM DR. D!" He yelled and I felt the small ball of sheets lying next to me start stirring.
"Come on Ghoul," I muttered, placing a chaste kiss to his forehead as I slid on my jeans and boots.
"Killjoys, raise some hell," came the end of the transmission as Ghoul and I walked into the heart of the diner. Jet handed me the paper with the message he'd written down.
Frank's POV
Party Poison hadn't said a single word about last night, and I was perfectly content with that. I still didn't know what was real, or what was a dream, but until I did, this was my reality and I had to live in it. Of course, I could get used to being this 'Fun Ghoul.' I couldn't complain about anything at this point and as Party read over the paper, I found myself smiling. The sensation warmed my entire body as I waited beside Kobra to hear what Party would say.
It was as if I could see his entire body react to the message. His eyes flashed in determination, his emotion flowing like a river through his body. His jaw stiffened, a slow mischievous smile forming on this thin pressed lips. I could see his muscles flex reflexively as he turned to look at Jet first, then Kobra. When his eyes settled with mine, I could see conflict break through. After a second, he nodded towards me as if to get rid of the conflict.
"I think we can all handle this one," He smirked as he addressed all of us. "It seems we have a mole in BL/ind's business. They want to meet us because they have some sort of technology to share." Party Poison sounded skeptical but interested. "We just have to go meet them."
"And where would we meet them?" Kobra accused, his arms crossing as he rested his hip against the counter. "It sounds like a set up."
Party threw the paper down onto the counter top. How he got all of that from a jumbled message was beyond me. "On the other side of Battery City. We'll have to leave soon. And," he added, turning towards Kobra, narrowing his eyes, "I always have a plan."
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The car ride was painstakingly slow. By the time Party had stopped the car, all of the butterflies in my stomach had lodged themselves so far into my trachea that it was a miracle I was able to breathe.
"We'll have to go on foot from here," he replied, pulling out the map labeled Battery City. "This is where we're meeting them. I want Ghoul across the street to be a lookout. Jet, you're going to be in the building next door. Kobra and I will go in to meet him." He pointed each and every spot out in turn, including where we would meet when everything was done.
I grabbed the walkie-talkie Jet handed me and slid out of the car. The gun around my waist felt heavy and unusual. I watched as Kobra and Jet took off, leaving Party and I alone.
"You do know what you're doing right? I need you to be focused. If you can't do it, then you need to stay in the car." His eyes were serious and unwavering.
Okay Fun Ghoul, now's your time to shine. "I got this," I grinned before clamping a hand down on his shoulder. I took off towards the building Poison had indicated.
Gerard's POV
I stared after him, something uneasy in my chest. Something wasn't right about him, but I didn't have time to check up on it because I had to meet up with Kobra.
“What up?” Kobra asked as I caught up to him and calmed myself down, focusing once again on the task at hand.
“I don't know. Ghoul still seems off,” I muttered as we stopped outside of the building. Instead of answering his inquisitive glance, I nodded towards the fire escape.
“I'll see you inside.”
**********************
Korse PoV
My footsteps echoed off the white stone walls along with the two draculoids behind me. The end of the hall was shrouded in darkness except for a small lamp hanging above the door.. "Let me in," I told the Dracs standing guard.
Gerard's PoV
It didn't take long for the informant to make itself known to Kobra and me. She wasn't quite what I was expecting to be a BL/ind employee. Her dark hair hung straight to her shoulders, flat against her head. Her eyes were wide, filled with the knowledge of many pass her age.
“You're Party?” She asked softly, glancing towards my red hair, then my eyes. Of course, she didn't really have to ask, my wanted posters were everywhere.
Korse's PoV
The door locked nearly silently behind me as I patiently waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. A lamp hung low, a small triangle of the damp prison. A shadowy figure slowly took form in front of me, labored breathing filtering into my eardrums.
Gerard's PoV
“BL/ind has been making advances in their rehabilitation program," the small woman started, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds. "Instead of reprogramming," she used air quotations at this point, "they just make a new person."
"What do you mean?" Kobra asked, voicing the question for both of us.
Korse's PoV
I chuckled softly as I knelt in front of the small figure. The rattling of chains and the grunts of the prisoner became more frustrated with every attempt of movement.
Gerard's PoV
"I mean they're making clones. Very good ones I might add. With memories that BL/ind wants them to have." She added. Kobra and I shot each other glances and I knew we were both wondering about Ghoul, but she quickly solved that problem as she grabbed Kobra's arm. "That isn't Fun Ghoul that is with you, but he's-," I didn't bother listening to the rest as I took off.
"Wait Party, it's not like that," the girl hollered after me but I was already gone. I could hear Kobra and the woman behind me, trying to catch up. A small figure was leaning against the wall, playing lookout, a small white stick squeezed between thin lips.
"Where is he?" I growled, my pistol aimed right between Frank's eyes. "If you want to live you fucking Blind Scum, you'd better fucking answer me."
Korse's PoV
I laughed loudly as I yanked on the prisoner's hair, forcing his face into the light. To his credit, he barely let out a muffled groan. "I bet you'd really like to get your hands on me, wouldn't you Fun Ghoul?"
A/N: So yea, different than the original now. It might slow down just a little now, but I don't know, I have a lot of inspiration for this story now. I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I like writing it.
Author: Zory22
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, eventual Mikey/Alicia
Rating: NC17
Warning: Violence, character death, adult themes, language, implied sex
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: Frank wakes up in the hospital with Dr. Korse after a car accident. The Killjoys know him, but he has no clue who they are or where he is. Can they help him with his memories, or is Fun Ghoul lost forever?
Chapter 1 Chosen
Chapter 2 Empty
Chapter 3 Anneal
Chapter 4 Wayward
Chapter 5 Abashing
Gerard's POV
I didn't even have time to talk to Fun Ghoul the next morning because Kobra Kid came running down the hall, yelling loud enough that no one could be asleep.
"WE'VE GOT A TRANSMISSION FROM DR. D!" He yelled and I felt the small ball of sheets lying next to me start stirring.
"Come on Ghoul," I muttered, placing a chaste kiss to his forehead as I slid on my jeans and boots.
"Killjoys, raise some hell," came the end of the transmission as Ghoul and I walked into the heart of the diner. Jet handed me the paper with the message he'd written down.
Frank's POV
Party Poison hadn't said a single word about last night, and I was perfectly content with that. I still didn't know what was real, or what was a dream, but until I did, this was my reality and I had to live in it. Of course, I could get used to being this 'Fun Ghoul.' I couldn't complain about anything at this point and as Party read over the paper, I found myself smiling. The sensation warmed my entire body as I waited beside Kobra to hear what Party would say.
It was as if I could see his entire body react to the message. His eyes flashed in determination, his emotion flowing like a river through his body. His jaw stiffened, a slow mischievous smile forming on this thin pressed lips. I could see his muscles flex reflexively as he turned to look at Jet first, then Kobra. When his eyes settled with mine, I could see conflict break through. After a second, he nodded towards me as if to get rid of the conflict.
"I think we can all handle this one," He smirked as he addressed all of us. "It seems we have a mole in BL/ind's business. They want to meet us because they have some sort of technology to share." Party Poison sounded skeptical but interested. "We just have to go meet them."
"And where would we meet them?" Kobra accused, his arms crossing as he rested his hip against the counter. "It sounds like a set up."
Party threw the paper down onto the counter top. How he got all of that from a jumbled message was beyond me. "On the other side of Battery City. We'll have to leave soon. And," he added, turning towards Kobra, narrowing his eyes, "I always have a plan."
****************
The car ride was painstakingly slow. By the time Party had stopped the car, all of the butterflies in my stomach had lodged themselves so far into my trachea that it was a miracle I was able to breathe.
"We'll have to go on foot from here," he replied, pulling out the map labeled Battery City. "This is where we're meeting them. I want Ghoul across the street to be a lookout. Jet, you're going to be in the building next door. Kobra and I will go in to meet him." He pointed each and every spot out in turn, including where we would meet when everything was done.
I grabbed the walkie-talkie Jet handed me and slid out of the car. The gun around my waist felt heavy and unusual. I watched as Kobra and Jet took off, leaving Party and I alone.
"You do know what you're doing right? I need you to be focused. If you can't do it, then you need to stay in the car." His eyes were serious and unwavering.
Okay Fun Ghoul, now's your time to shine. "I got this," I grinned before clamping a hand down on his shoulder. I took off towards the building Poison had indicated.
Gerard's POV
I stared after him, something uneasy in my chest. Something wasn't right about him, but I didn't have time to check up on it because I had to meet up with Kobra.
“What up?” Kobra asked as I caught up to him and calmed myself down, focusing once again on the task at hand.
“I don't know. Ghoul still seems off,” I muttered as we stopped outside of the building. Instead of answering his inquisitive glance, I nodded towards the fire escape.
“I'll see you inside.”
**********************
Korse PoV
My footsteps echoed off the white stone walls along with the two draculoids behind me. The end of the hall was shrouded in darkness except for a small lamp hanging above the door.. "Let me in," I told the Dracs standing guard.
Gerard's PoV
It didn't take long for the informant to make itself known to Kobra and me. She wasn't quite what I was expecting to be a BL/ind employee. Her dark hair hung straight to her shoulders, flat against her head. Her eyes were wide, filled with the knowledge of many pass her age.
“You're Party?” She asked softly, glancing towards my red hair, then my eyes. Of course, she didn't really have to ask, my wanted posters were everywhere.
Korse's PoV
The door locked nearly silently behind me as I patiently waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. A lamp hung low, a small triangle of the damp prison. A shadowy figure slowly took form in front of me, labored breathing filtering into my eardrums.
Gerard's PoV
“BL/ind has been making advances in their rehabilitation program," the small woman started, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds. "Instead of reprogramming," she used air quotations at this point, "they just make a new person."
"What do you mean?" Kobra asked, voicing the question for both of us.
Korse's PoV
I chuckled softly as I knelt in front of the small figure. The rattling of chains and the grunts of the prisoner became more frustrated with every attempt of movement.
Gerard's PoV
"I mean they're making clones. Very good ones I might add. With memories that BL/ind wants them to have." She added. Kobra and I shot each other glances and I knew we were both wondering about Ghoul, but she quickly solved that problem as she grabbed Kobra's arm. "That isn't Fun Ghoul that is with you, but he's-," I didn't bother listening to the rest as I took off.
"Wait Party, it's not like that," the girl hollered after me but I was already gone. I could hear Kobra and the woman behind me, trying to catch up. A small figure was leaning against the wall, playing lookout, a small white stick squeezed between thin lips.
"Where is he?" I growled, my pistol aimed right between Frank's eyes. "If you want to live you fucking Blind Scum, you'd better fucking answer me."
Korse's PoV
I laughed loudly as I yanked on the prisoner's hair, forcing his face into the light. To his credit, he barely let out a muffled groan. "I bet you'd really like to get your hands on me, wouldn't you Fun Ghoul?"
A/N: So yea, different than the original now. It might slow down just a little now, but I don't know, I have a lot of inspiration for this story now. I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I like writing it.