The Killjoy from Yesterday

Chapter 1- Bulletproof but not Invincible

Its been four days since Alkaline Army was taken by BL/Ind. In those four days, she was tortured for information nearly every hour of each day, only stopping in the early hours of the morning to report their progress and to allow her to heal and recover just enough for them to do the same the next day without killing her. They used almost everything; electrocution, beating, even drugging her, but she said nothing.

Korse stared at the broken Killjoy standing in front of him. "You can't win Miss Barnes." He said "Eventually we will break you and you'll tell us everything you know."

She looked up at the head Exterminator."Cassadee Barnes is dead." She snarled. ''You and your gray world killed her. I'm just the shell she left behind."

He didn't pity her, or felt anything at all towards her as a matter of fact. Her official biography in the Records stated that she was a medical student after the Helium Wars ended, but committed suicide 8 months ago. But in reality, her and several young students in her same field faked their own deaths to run away from Battery City to join the notorious Party Poison and his Killjoy army. He was in the process of finding the remaining students, but caught her in a shootout with Jet Star and Pixel Bullets in Zone 4. They hoped to extract information from her by the end of the day, force the pills into her system, and send her back into the city under a new name and personality. But instead of just telling the Exterminator what he wanted, the Killjoy put up an unbreakable wall of silence and the same response to her name, "Cassadee Barnes is dead." Korse knew that she'd eventually give them the information they needed, they just needed to use the right amount of pain and time.

"Well I believe you will enjoy today's little experiment." He motioned for the two Draculoids at the door to step in. They obeyed their superior officer's command and stepped into the brightly lit room, followed by a man in a white lab coat. The Draculoids grabbed Alkaline by the arms and held her to the ground. The man pushed away the bright blue-green hair that covered her neck to reveal a red patch of skin from multiple previous injections in the same place, and pulled a large syringe filled with a bright green liquid out of his pocket. She knew what was in the needle. It was a drug designed from BL/Ind used in interrogation to overstimulate nerves and increase the pain experienced by whoever takes the drug. She felt the icy cold of alcohol on her neck as the man cleaned the area, after all, they are doing this all humanely, aren't they? Isn't this all for the greater good of the whole, not just the individual? The next thing she felt was an excruciating pain in her neck, which usually meant that the drug was taking its almost instant effect. "Thank you doctor," Korse thanked the man, who nodded at him and left. "Take her to medical room 48 and strap her down how I instructed you two earlier, leave her wrists and forearms visible. I will go fetch our 'little friend'."

The two Draculoids nodded in understanding and yanked Alkaline off the cold linoleum floor as hard as they could. Pain shot up her stiff arms and traveled all the way down to her feet. she struggled to keep up with her captors as they dragged her down the blinding white hallway. Once they reached medical room 48, she was strapped to the steel examining chair in the middle of the room which resembled the chairs dentists used when Alkaline was a little girl. Before everything went to hell. This chair had arms though, with leather straps on each side. She was forced into the chair and strapped in at the palms, chest, upper arms, ankles, and head. her forearms were facing outwards, exposing her wrists. Soon after, Korse walked in the room, someone else following closely on his heels. The stranger was dressed in standard issue Better Living Draculoid uniform that went with his ice blonde hair, steel grey eyes, razor sharp cheekbones, and sly grin on his face.

"Hello Cassadee." He said. Alkaline thought she could hear faint bits of an Irish accent in his voice. "I wish to play a little game with you." She watched him move to her side, then she noticed what was on the table next to her. Knives. Surgical stainless steel knives. He picked up one of the knives, a scalpel, and traced the blade around her right arm. "I am going to ask you a series of questions. For every question you answer, I will leave you alone. For every one you give a sarcastic remark to, I will give you two cuts, one on each arm. For every question you do not answer, I will give you one cut. Do you understand?"