Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

Death to Your Precious Little Heart!

(Synyster's Point of View)

Everyone was asking Johnny questions like 'how the fuck are you still alive?' 'how did you escape?' 'Do I REALLY have to give you your jacket back?', however I didn't know this guy so I stayed silent - he was also the only one who wasn't shocked to see me and I didn't want to draw attention to myself. Leaning against the wall just beside the door, I watched as Methane stormed out, she broke into a sprint as people started to notice her. "Methane!" Zacky called after her, "Where are you going?!" 

She stopped in her tracks, "I'm going for a walk" she spat and began running again. 

"Someone needs to go after her," Johnny said, not able to get out of the crowd of people.

"I will," I said and ran after her.

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(Methane's Point of View) 

I ran towards the only road within a 10 mile radius, I didn't know what it was called but I knew it would take me to either Vegas or LA. I ran and ran and ran. Not being a sporty or fit person, I felt like I was going to die, so I slowed to a jog. 

"Methane!" I heard someone call from behind me, "Stop!" 

Whoever it was, wasn't worth stopping for. No one's worth stopping for, in fact, no one's worth caring for. I could still feel tears rolling down my cheeks, they wouldn't stop. 

 I'm not sure what kind of tears they were, angry tears maybe. I was angry at Ghoul, I was angry at myself. How could I have been such an idiot to trust him? I don't know, but next person I see I'm going to punch. I heard footsteps, increasing in pace and volume - quickly closing the distance between them and me. I bet it was Fun Ghoul coming to apologize, however I wasn't going to forgive him, I was just going to turn around...and... 

Punching him straight in the jaw, I realised that it was not Fun Ghoul.  "OW!" Synyster exclaimed, clutching his nose, "What was that for?!"

"Oh my god!" I squeaked, "Syn I am so so so sorry! I thought you were-"

I cut off and stared up at him, not very willing to finish my sentence. I didn't want anyone to find out about what happened between Ghoul and I, however everyone back at the house would certainly know and if they didn't, they were going to find out. Synyster was still holding his nose that had blood trickling out of it. Whoops. I didn't mean to hit him so hard, I just acted on impulse!

"It's okay," he sighed and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a tissue and wiping his nose with it, "where are you going?"

"I- away," I sniffed and looked up at his face that was about half a foot higher up than mine, I couldn't see his eyes through his glasses but he sympathy emanated off him.

"Why?"

"F-fun Ghoul. He- he-"

Syn wrapped his arms around my waist and I his neck. I liked hugs. However I rarely got them from people other than Dissonant. I sighed into his shoulder, searching my brain for at least some way to cheer myself up. I hated this. I felt I was depressing everyone around me when I was like this. I'm a Killjoy, I have no time for silly romances and broken hearts.

"I have an idea."

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(Kobra's point of view)

Dissonant was concerned. She kept trying to get me to let her chase after Methane, no matter how many times I told her there was no point because Synyster would be back with her soon. We all knew how much Methane hated being around people when she was upset. Even her best friend, but no doubt she'd confess all to Dissonant when she came back. 

Everyone was sat outside the house with Johnny, catching up, exchanging stories... he'd already heard all about Methane's switch from his group of Killjoys to Dissonant's and he was sad. They all were, Methane was the one that stopped them from getting into some deep shit. Now she stopped Raindrop from getting too drunk and Vortex from getting too drunk with her. Chain thought he was too 'straight edge' and Dissonant didn't like drinking. Although that didn't stop her having the odd tequila. Especially when I was around.

Nah, I kid.

"Who's Stefan?" I asked as Raindrop accused me of being him for the fiftieth time today. Dissonant groaned and I looked at her, suddenly wanting to hear the answer a little less now, "what?"

"Well Stefan is the dude in this show that Methane and Raindrop are obsessed with even though it was cancelled when the girls that play Bonnie and Elena/Katherine mysteriously disappeared and at that point the guy that plays Damon-"

"OMG DAMON!" Raindrop squealed. "I LOVE HIM."

"Not as much as Methane does," Deathly said, seeming slightly scared at the mention of this strange TV show.

"AS I WAS SAYING," Dissonant coughed, seeming slightly irritated, "Ian Somerhalder, the guy that plays Damon, went into the Killjoy biznesssss. I think the guy that plays Stefan is dead..."

"HE'S NOT! HE'S STANDING RIGHT THERE." Raindrop pointed to me and giggled. "THAT MAKES YOU ELENA, DISSONANT!!!"

Dissonant took a spaz attack and faked death, fainting in my arms, then grinned when I kissed her forehead. God she was amazing... However I never want to hear about this show ever again.

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(Synyster's point of view)

Methane had dragged us to Battery City. Regardless of my numerous protests, we hitched a ride from this solo-Killjoy called Ian, I believe. Methane kept grinning at him creepily the whole journey there and I'm sure he go slightly creeped out, I don't blame him. Maybe she just thought he was attractive, I don't know.

Aside from the creepiness, we got into a pretty good conversation. He told us that he was on his way into Battery City in search of the multiple prison cells, he wanted to find his friend Nina who had been missing for about four or five years now - he was convinced that she had been taken by BLI and he was also determined to get her back before anything else happened to her. He sounded like he really cared for the girl.

Methane squeaked at the mention of Nina, obviously knowing who she was. Maybe. 

After we entered Battery City, we parted ways with Ian, wishing him luck on his quest to find Nina and said goodbye. 

Now it was time for Methane's "great idea" 

There was a small selection of entertainment in Battery City, there so BLI could gain the trust of those who had not started to take the pills yet. There was a small club near the outskirts of the city called 'Hollywood Hurricane' - apparently one of Methane's favorite bands were playing there tonight.

"THAT'S NOT BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR!!!" she screamed as the band introduced themselves as 'Blood on the Dance Floor'. "WHERE ARE DAHVIE AND JAYY?!"

"Dead," one of the band members replied, seriously and began singing a song which I believe was called 'Death to Your Heart!'. This music I could not imagine Methane listening to.

"Another one," she told the bartender as she slammed another glass on the counter. He slid her another glass of whiskey and she downed it. "Another."

This time I swiped the glass from her before she could lift it. A girl like her should not be drinking away her sorrows. She was too... happy of a person! "Stop."

"Death to his heart, Synyster," she said monotonously, "death to my precious little heart!"

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A/N: I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. SERIOUSLY. I AM REALLY SORRY D:

And I know this chapter is shit but...

it's also filled with the things I've been fangirling over recently.... I'm sorry. xD