Enemies at Day Lovers by night ~~~Killjoy, Frerard~~~

Chapter Ten

 ~a two days later~

Bella's POV~

“PATHITIC! YOU ALL ARE A PATHITIC, STUPID, LAZY ASS CREW WITH NO CONSIDERATION FOR THE TASK!” I screamed at my team as I filed into my office. “ I MEAN REALLY, THESE OUTLAWS SHOULDN'T BE HARD TO FIND AT ALL! WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THESE KILLJOYS FOR ALMOST TWO WEEKS, GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PULL IT TOGETHER!!!” I slammed the door to my office and shuffled briskly to my desk.

“UGH!” I groaned from aggravation as I laid my head on my desk. How can a group, so stupid, get away so easily...they probably has that brat to safety now. I promised my father that I would do away with these outlaws... and I will do just that! I just dont know how...yet...

I looked over at the corner of my desk, were I stacked a couple of my books. On top oh the stack, was Missile Kids diary.

I grabbed it and shuffled through the page, looking at all the kiddy drawings and silly words, despising this girl every second I look at this book.

 finally made it to the last page, a page full of nonsense. A drawing of her and Party Poison hugging, showing affection, how much they care for one another. It was sicking to see, when I get my hands on Poison, oh how I’ll make him suffer, make him feel each minute of the pain. Breaking each bone in his frail body and slashing each area of his pathetic body, laughing at his struggle, the exertion in his face. The joy i'll feel with the heads of the killjoys on my mantle...yet, I cant even find the cowards!

“UGH!!!” I pushed the stack of books down on the ground angrily. Listening to them make a bang on the ground. Looking down at them with a distaste on my face. But my eyes were caught on one book, the book that held my childhood... my Wicca study book.

Slowly, I stood from my desk, bent down and picked up the book from the floor. Bringing it gradually up to my face, opening it and being amazed at the page I automatically turned on. A spell for seeing the future, a spell much like MK's natural power.

One hour later~

locking the door to my office, I sat in the middle of the floor, where once sat a heavy desk and other useless furniture.

Around me, a pentagram made from black pebbles circles me. The blinds are shut, making it almost dark in the room, the only light was the five black candles at each point of the pentagram. Each flickering candle symbolizing each killjoy life; Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, Jet Star, Party Poison, and Misslie Kid...

I close my eyes, chanting in Latin, “give me the power of the forbidden beast, give me the magic of the demons inside my hollow body.” the wind in the room began to pick up, as a chanted louder, ““give me the power of the forbidden beast, give me the magic of the demons inside my hollow body.” with every rise in my volume, I felt my body levitate.

The vision slowly started coming to me, I saw everything... the diner, the killjoys, the fear. It was like I was in the scene, as if it was happening right in front of me.

We, were inside the building...In front of me were two bodies, desperate for help. Bodies that lived but you could tell, wanted to die. Their colorful outfits made the appearance that they were killjoys.

The scene went by to fast, as I saw Fun Ghoul, lying in the corner, deserted... shot twice in his chest and once... in his head. He was still breathing, but barely. Suddenly, Party appears in the scene, kneeling down and screaming. “FRANK!”

Then, party turned his head with tears in his eyes to kobra kid, who came from the outside... he bowed his head to the scene as he started to say “we need you! Its hell out there.” Party looked at him, then at Fun. He quickly kissed Funs forehead and ran with Kobra outside.

Soon, the scene changed, and I was outside the diner, the desert land was clear of life. Everything that lives or once live, laid sprawled on the ground.

Looking around, I identified the bodies of Kobra, and Jet ;laying soundlessly, motionless...dead. No signs of Party or MK... still looking around the abandoned body, I notice one that was completely isolated. It was obvious from her brown hair, that she was a woman.

She was balled up, facing away from me. She wasn’t a killjoy from her black attire...i walked over to her and knelled down by her...as I touched her shoulder, her cold shallow shoulder...and turned her to my view point, I noticed her... her hair covered her face so it was view less. In her hand she held something... as I opened her hand, a dogtag fell from her hands... but it wasn’t the tag that that caught my eye...but it was the tattoo on her palm... a tattoo of the Wicca sign... my tattoo.

I screamed to the top of my lungs, I dont know why but I did. At the same time

I opened my eyes, which caused me to fall from mid air and the wind to stop blowong.

I was breathing heavy, that couldn’t be my fate...could it? I looked around thd circle and noticed all the candles but two were blown out...i heard a knock at the door and got up from the floor.

I opened it to see one of my associates staring back at me “miss, are you okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded “I'm fine... but I got a lead in the killjoy case...;” I looked back at the pentagram...remembering my said fate, then turning back to the guy. “get the crew, we're going in the desert.”