Demolition Lovers

9. Red

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️
•Blood
•Possible trigger for SH
•Knives

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Y/N.

I look around, seeing nothing but darkness surrounding me.

Your mission Y/N.

The robotic voice surrounds me, as a thousand unseen eyes peirce my skin.

The words slip from my lips before I can stop them.

"Exterminate the killjoys."

I quickly cover my mouth, eyes widening.

Change of plans.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, slowly removing my hand from my face.

I expect Party Poison to be returned to HQ upon completion.

Poison? What do they want with Poison?

Alive.

I inhale, before asking the question echoing through my head.

"And the others?"

Exterminate.

I clench my jaw, nodding in affirmation.

Remember Y/N. We will always find you...
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I awake with a jerk and a small gasp. I look up at Party Poison still sleeping beside me. Small tears prick my eyes as I slowly move from my place beside him. He groans lightly as I carefully move off the small hospital bed.

I quietly step over to the door, stepping out and gently closing the door behind me. The other four killjoys are all fast asleep in the main room of the diner.

I sneak over to the kitchen, stepping in and swiping a knife off the counter and slipping it into my jacket pocket.

I look warily around the main room, all four killjoys remain asleep. I dart over to the door leading to the roof staircase and quietly rush through. I run up the stairs, moving quickly through the door at the top and slamming it behind me.

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I lean against the door, sliding down it with a sigh. I need to do this. I pull the knife out of my pocket and set it gently on the floor beside me. I slowly slip my jacket off my shoulders, shivering from the slight chill of the early morning air.

I stand, letting my F/C jacket fall to the ground and picking up the knife as I stand. I step close to the edge of the roof, slowly sitting on the cold concrete, dangling my legs off the ledge.

I stare into the desert for a moment, watching as the sun slowly rises over the horizon. It's so beautiful, I could almost forget I'm practically a brain washed zombie trying to escape from a corrupt government ran agency...

I let out a gentle sigh, gripping the knife, the wood edge of the handle digging into my palm slightly. I hold my arm up in front of me where I can get a good view, before digging the tip of the shining metal blade into the soft skin below the bend in my elbow.

Hot red blood pools around the silver edge, Dripping slowly down my arm, onto the sand farther down. I drag the blade downward about an inch, slowly, relishing the pain; The sharp sting of metal ripping my skin as easily as I would a sheet of paper.

I stop, removing the blade and setting it to the side. I reach over, carefully digging my fingers through the new opening in my arm, finally finding the hard plastic I was looking for. I slowly pull out a cheaply made tracker, staring at the glowing light on the end, before throwing it as hard and as far as I can into the desert.
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Goodbye BL/ind.

I feel the adrenaline fading as my sight grows fuzzy, the orange and pink hues in the sky swirling together. My body falls forward against my will, tipping over the edge and falling, seemingly in slow motion through a light cloud of smoke.

I hit the ground hard and my vision begins to fade.

"Y/K/N!?"

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IM BACK BAYYYBBEEEE

it's short, but I'm working on getting back to the killjoys mindset-

I got used to Gerards character on VFMH and its a little different than here-