Make Some Noise-Killjoy Fanfic

I'll Expect You Won't Cry

"What do you want from me this time?" I was curled up on the floor behind the red door. "I want something you have," "I have nothing!" I shouted, pain was overwhelming. I had been taken repeatedly into this room for a week already, my skin was bruised and scarred. "You have the trust of the Four!" Korse held my throat tightly cutting off my airway. "They kicked me out, like I said, I have nothing," I struggled to say through my crushed pipes. Korse dropped me to the floor and I curled into a ball. "They will try and save you, we've been live and broadcasting to them our meetings. Say hello," I refused to say anything. He grabbed my hair and hit me on my jaw. "Say. Hello." he said through clenched teeth. I sighed, "hi," I whispered. He dropped me to the ground and kicked my ribs hard. I screamed, I gave up holding in my emotions while being tortured, it's impossible to keep it in.

Once he left, I kneeled and threw up. I hadn't been fed in a few days, and this constant work is killing me. In the vile that was now on the ground, it was filled with blood. "Just kill me already!" I screamed, hoping that anyone would put me out of my misery. There was no answer. I crawled over to the red door and banged on it until a drac led me back to my cell. I laid curled up on the floor waiting for the worst of the pain to subside, when the speaker in my room roared to life. It sounded like static at first, but then turned to voices. Voices I recognized far too well. "Korse, this is the Four, let the girl go." It was Party's voice at first. "We will come to get her, if she is not unguarded and outside when we arrive, we will take her by force." It was Ghoul's voice this time. "We will bring back up and surround you until every last one of your minions are dead." It was Jet. "We will be there at sunset tomorrow." Party was the last to talk before the static returned.

Where was Kobra? Why didn't he talk? Was he dead? So many questions filled my head before I let the darkness take over.

The next day

I was rudely woken up by rough hands grabbing me and making me stand up off the floor. "You're meeting is going to be earlier today," I was pushed down the hall, my legs felt like jello, and I would fall often. The dracs who escorted me would just kick me to continue to go, they had no more feelings so they never felt bad for me.

Inside the red door, it looked different. There was no chair, considering he broke it over me the other day, but in its place was a full sized mirror. He stood me behind it, so I couldn't see myself, and left. I stood there, swaying from side to side, until Korse came in. "Good morning Princess, today's going to be a nice day." I shuddered at his voice. I hated being called princess, let alone by my attacker. He gently gripped my hand and pulled me around to the side of the mirror and let me see myself for the first time that week.

I haven't actually stood infant of a mirror since I last saw Mr-Mr- What was his name? I had bought the hair color and would just doing it myself.

I saw a person in the mirror. They had bright red hair, deep brown eyes, and long thin limbs. She had no smile, no emotion in her face, but behind the eyes was nothing but fear and pain. She had a broken chain around her left ankle and the skin around it was red and raw. She had large bruises covering almost every inch of her body, dried blood on her clothes, in her hair, and on her tan skin, and large open and closed scars everywhere. She had a large splotch of wet, red, blood on her side and you could see her ribs and hip bones protruding through her skin. She looked like hell. I looked like hell.

I felt Korse's cold, calloused hands brush up and down my arms until he stopped by my hips. He turned me around so I was facing him and he pushed back a piece of my red hair behind my ear. "You look so lovely in blue and red." He pulled me close to him and I tried to back away, but my weak figure was no use against his strong one. He kissed my lips, but I didn't kiss back. In fact, I felt vile coming up my throat. "Princess, why don't you love me?" "I will NEVER love you," I spat, trying to run away but he threw me to the floor. He kneeled over me and began throwing punches.

The punches quickly stopped hurting as I felt numb to it. He was shouting something at me, but I heard nothing at all. I just wanted the Four to leave me to die so they'll be safe. Korse's punches stopped and he stood up, dusting himself off. "Rest up, tonights going to be quite. Entertaining," Korse laughed his gravelly laugh and exited the room. I crawled back to the mirror and examined the new wounds. I looked like death. Would the Four even recognize me if they saw me?