Sing it for the DEAD! (A Killjoy fanfiction)

Prolouge

Fun Ghouls POV

BANG!

"GERARD!" I heard Kobra scream. I whipped around just in time to see Party Poison sliding slowly down the wall, head lolled, eyes closed. Korse stood over him triumphantly, pristine white ray gun in hand. It suddenly hit me what just happened, as Kobra advanced upon Korse, ready to fire. I realized that only moments ago, Party was reunited with Missile. I still remember the look in his eyes; relief, worry and most of all, love for "his little girl," as he called her. They weren't actually related, but Party was still like a father to the poor kid, who had nothing.

And now he was dead.

"WAIT! Kobra!" I screamed as a blaze of light flicked though the air, and hit The Kobra Kid smack in the chest. He fell to the ground, not moving.

"Jet! Get Missile Kid!" I yelled. Jet Star was shooting Dracs, then grabbed Missile Kid's hand and ran towards the door.

There were too many.

And there was not enough time.

My heart constricted, trying to collapse in on itself like a black hole. It felt like a dagger was embedded in my gut, slowly twisting in fear, guilt and perhaps regret. I raced after them, shooting as I went.

Jet Star, still holding Missile's hand, bolted through the open doors towards the Trans-Am.

As soon as they cleared the door, I grabbed the handle and slammed it shut.

"Ghoul!" Both Jet and Missile yelled at the same time.

"JUST GO!" I roared.

I saw them run away from the building, Jet still gripping Missile's hand, out of the corner of my eye as I turned towards the advancing Dracs.

I knew I was going to die. No way was I making it out of this alive, there were still too many. Regardless of my immediate doom, I stated firing.

BANG!

"AH!" I yelled in pain as a laser beam skimming me in the shoulder, so close to my neck and face I could feel its heat. I squinted through the pain and kept firing, my bad arm hanging at my side.

Another BANG! and I collapsed to the floor.

 What just happened?! I thought to myself as I curled up in a ball, pain radiating from my chest. I'd landed on my wounded shoulder, so, of course, that hurt like there was no tomorrow. Heck, everything hurt like there was no tomorrow. I wondered why as I gritted my teeth.

I glanced down. I'd been hit!

My vision started to cut in and out. Shouldn't I see like, dead relatives or something? I knew I was dying, a laser to the chest is fatal, no matter what.

But no one was there.

The black carried on.

 Like a parade.

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Hi so this is Camo, coming to you not live from my laptop!

K, so Psycho and I have got a system for who writes what, in case you were wondering.

I, Camo, write from Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, Missile Kid, and Camo-Killer-in-the-story's perspective. Psycho writes from Party Poison, Jet Star, Show Pony and her characters perspective. We switch off who writes any other POV in the story. We might get a better system set up for that, but as of right now, it's just every other.

Our update schedule is NON EXISTENT! We literally just got out of school yesterday and will probably have one once we get more into summer, but right now we're writing and posting whenever. PLEASE BE PATIENT!

(I'm willing to yap my face off about this book, so my inbox is open to any of those who love to yap as much as I do. I CANNOT SPEAK FOR PSYCHO! SHE MIGHT EAT YOU IF YOU TRY TO TALK, I'M NOT SURE.)

Peace out!

PS- Ten points if you caught the Welcome To The Black Parade reference. Also, now that I've got all that craziness explained, any further authors notes should be shorter from here on out.