Keep Running (Killjoy)

06

P.P.'S POV:
Kobra gasped when he felt his arm being shot and his knees buckled down. Forgetting all of the BL/Ind minions on the other side of the dusty field, I went down to help my brother. His eyes were shut at the stinging of his wound while he grasped at it with the other arm, trying to numb the pain.

"Hey, you're gonna be okay. Just breathe and know that I'm trying to help you right now." I tried calming him while tightly tying a spare bandana over his bloody arm to cut off the flow.

"Gee, you're gonna get both of us killed. Who's covering you?" He managed to rasp out, using part of my real name to stress the severity of his statement.

"Shut up, Mikey. Trust me, you'll be okay and we'll get you back soon. I won't let either of us get hurt right now." I assured.

My gaze turned over the Dracs for a second to check if they were paying attention to us, praying that none of them got clever and would try hitting me or my brother. Surprisingly, Destroya had managed to get past her guilt for shooting them and stood in front of us as a guard. She was also really good, aiming and nailing each of the nasty things across from us. With this measure of safety, I comfortably looked towards my little brother.

"We're almost done here, you'll be taken back soon." I told him since his eyes were still shut.

"Are we winning?"

"Yup. Got a few more Dracs to go and we can leave."

"Who's ghosting them?"

"Hijinx, Titanium, Electro, and Destroya mainly."

He breathed erratically for the next few moments of the fight until the silver-blue-haired girl moved away from us. The field was bare of any surviving Dracs and the killjoys ran back to their vibrant war-machines. With Jet Star's help, I assisted my limping brother back to the car where I drove us back to HQ.

I parked the car in our spot and everyone jumped out, Destroya's friends rushing over to check in to see if she was okay. In the meantime, Kobra and myself found the medical-help area so someone who knew what they were doing could help him. All of the people working there were runaway medical professionals or students who didn't agree with BL/Ind's pill policy applied to everyone. They also didn't have much fighting experience or will to battle, so they helped our rebellion for sanity by patching up our wounds.

"He's got a shot arm." I simply stated to one of the nurses who took him in.

"He'll be an easy fix, we'll have him out by the end of the day with a firm bandage over that. But he won't be allowed on missions for a few weeks." She informed and took him into another room.

"Thank everyone who was doing most of the defending since I probably could've died if it wasn't for them." Kobra spoke up while walking with the nurse.

I nodded to both of them and went back to everyone else in the center of the building.

D.A.'S POV:
The girls' questions finally ceased once they realized that I was perfectly fine. They started wandering off towards conversations with some of the other killjoys. Wyvern, however, was more concerned with Kobra than the others so she went off to find him in another section of the building.

"He can't fight for a few weeks, but he thanks you for guarding over us since the Dracs were still aiming for us." Party's voice spoke from behind me.

I turned to face him, "Well I hope he gets well soon."

"Yeah, he will. We'll just need some extra killjoys to cover for him while he's getting better."

"That's good, and I'm sure that my girls could handle it once they get comfortable with handling ray guns."

"Sure. I don't think Jet Star or Fun Ghoul would mind joining me in helping you guys."

"Yeah, I think that would be great if you guys don't mind. I could probably use some target practice too."

"Destroya, you ghosted all those Dracs with perfect and precise aim with each shot. You couldn't have done better."

"Thanks, but my hands were so shaky and I really do need to practice. You're being too nice just 'cause I guarded you two for like a minute."

"Whatever you say, honey. Come with me." He directed with his head, leading the two of us down an unfamiliar hallway.

It was more empty than the others, slightly darker too. Our steps were the only sounds echoing through the hall. Party finally got up to a portrusion in the wall and opened a door, pulling me inside behind him with a wild look in his eyes. There was a child-like excitement in the expression on his face that I saw just before he closed the door, leaving the room to be in complete darkness.

"What's back here?" I asked as we stood beside each other.

"See for yourself." He said, flicking on a light switch.

Various shapes made of a wide spectrum of colors engulfed my vision, covering the room from the ceiling to the floor. Papers piled up all over the room and spread across the concrete floor splattered in paint stains. I stood up to one particular section to focus on a single piece, taking in all of its masterful detail. It was a drawing of a couple outlined in black, looking sorrowful and leaning in as if they were about to start crying amidst a kiss then red paint, resembling blood, messily flecked over the top of them.

"These are gorgeous." I complimented, completely filled in awe while I glanced at more of the art.

"Thank you." He said, hardly over a whisper.

There were several more drawings in color schemes of black, white, and red on that part of the one wall. Moving a little further past it, the art changed into an explosion of colors as there were many drawings of killjoys. I recognized a few of his friends- Jet, Kobra, and Fun- along with some others that I didn't know. The characters were illustrated with so many beautiful details that it was clear the artist felt a deep, inspiring connection with the subject of his art in order to portray the people in the way that he did.

"I love them." I smiled, glancing to Party.

"I'm glad you do, I drew them." He replied with a smile.

"I got that part of this whole thing. Why'd you bring me here?"

"Not many people get to see this and I figured I should show you since you mean something to me." He said the last part almost breathlessly.

"I appreciate it. I actually went to art school before the whole thing with BL/Ind started so it makes me really happy to see other peoples' art."

"Really? So did I!"

"That explains why they're so good."

"Thanks, seriously. So, I basically poured out a section of my soul to you and now I'm wondering if you'd like-"

"To be with you? That's a bit of a ridiculous question, Party."

"In what way?"

"In the way of you not getting the fact that I love your art and you're a great person along with a lot of other admireable things, so why would I say no?"

"I don't know, maybe it's too soon?"

"I'm a killjoy, I've gotta run with whatever life throws at me right? Just gotta see what tomorrow brings and think on my feet about it." I smirked.

"Glad that's your answer then," He returned my sly look and kissed me quickly after speaking.