Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

The Party

The Rev had gotten all the stolen booze and set it on a table. There was enough to keep even him wasted for an entire night. Dr. Death had brought over a lot of the CDs that he uses for his radio show too, it looked like this would be a good party. (I noticed that the CD on top was 'Metamorphosis' by Papa Roach, and I choked a little - seeing as I remember Methane demanding there'd be Papa Roach at the party). But regardless of all the alcohol and music, no one felt like partying, not even me! And I fucking loved a good party. I guess no one was in the mood to have fun, I barely knew Methane and even I didn't feel like it. 

The atmosphere suddenly became scarily depressing as Kobra stood up, holding his beer in the air. "A toast," he began, "to Methane Moonlight. Killjoy, friend, sister. Adored by us all, maybe a little too adored by some people," he winked at Ghoul, who just glared at him, "She will be greatly missed. Goodbye, Methane. See you when we all get ghosted."

Dissonant and Raindrop both began crying, I could tell that even the tough Vibrating Raindrop was having a tough time. However, I can't really deal with crying women very well, so I stalked out of the room going to explore the house.

First, I wanted to visit my old bedroom, but as I approached where the door should be, I noticed that there was nothing there - it turns out that my room was in the part of the house that had collapsed and sat in rubble on the ground below. Turning round, I went into the spare room. There were four beds all lined up on the wall furthest from the door. Pictures and drawings, paint splatter and plans covered the remainder of the walls. A dresser that had been painted black sat on the right side of the window, so I sat my whiskey on it and looked around the room.

On the wall to the left of the beds, I could pick out all the pictures with Methane in them, my heart seemed to twist and break. One in particular caught my eye - I lifted it off the wall, "24/01/12" I read the black writing underneath the photo - the British way of writing the date, she's British? Whoa... I'd have never noticed, "Happy Birthday! Glad you had a good one!" I looked at the photo, she looked so young! Her hair was dark brown and hung around her shoulders, her face was still dotted with freckles, she looked about 15 years old and a grin was plastered on her face, her blue eyes sparkling. A silver skull with wings hung from a chain around her neck, and her t-shirt was similar to the one Zacky wears, it read 'Vengeance University 6661'. She had a badge stuck onto her t-shirt saying 'HAPPY 15th!" Wow... She seemed to have led a great, care-free life, and it was all ruined by her getting twisted into the dangerous world of the Killjoys.

I heard faint singing coming from downstairs, vaguely knowing the lyrics, I decided to join them once again. So I lifted my drink again and headed downstairs. 

"Where are Dissonant and Kobra?" I asked after everyone had finished singing, badly may I add, the lyrics to 'Keep Your Hands Off My Girl' by Good Charlotte.

"Fucking," Poison replied.

"Sympathy sex," Jet agreed.

"Oh fuck you," Kobra walked in with his arm wrapped around a blushing Dissonant, "We were not!"

"Her expression says otherwise," Ghoul giggled.

"No," Dissonant hushed him and then laughed, "Fuck off." 

"How drunk are you?" I cocked my head.

"li'l bit..." she hiccuped and laughed, the alcohol ridding her mind of all thoughts of Methane, which was good, she certainly needed it.