The Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: Going, Going, Gone

Chapter 2

I woke up, a blistering pain running through my head. I groaned from the pain, and heard something-someone move in the corner, and a shout.
Guys she's awake!
I looked around where I was, I was in a small dark room, windowless. The whole room was barren except for a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, and the dirt in front of me. I heard footsteps approach and I tried to stand up, to get in a defensive stance. To no avail, I realized my hands and legs were bound to the chair I was sitting in. I gritted my teeth in anger.
Fuck. I muttered.
Suddenly four figures came in, and I stopped. I couldn't see there faces, they were hidden behind shadows and there masks. One wore what I think was a Frankenstein mask, another I think wore a yellow and red mask. Another wore an astronauts helmet. I wonder how they could see out of that. The one in the yellow and red mask suddenly spoke up.
Ghoul, Kobra, I'm leaving you too get what information you can. I'll be back in 15 minutes.
Ok. Said the man in the astronaut helmet.
The other two men left and I was in the room, with ghoul and kobra. A wave of deja vù hit me. I just couldn't figure out what it was.
What's your name? The one, Ghoul I believe, asked.
What's yours? I shot back. I'm not going to answer questions this easy. Especially since I'm being held against my will here.
Are you really going to be difficult? I'm Fun Ghoul. The tall one here is Kobra Kid.
'Kobra kid?' I thought. Holy shit, I've  heard that name before. It's just been such a long time.
So? What's your name? asked Kobra Kid.
It's dove. Lonesome Dove. I muttered. It hurt to talk loud enough, my mouth is just constantly sore.
What? I didn't hear you.
Lonesome dove I yelled hoarsely, tears brimming my eyes from the pain in my face.
How come I've never seen you, 'lonesome dove'? Asked Ghoul.
I've been, what you call it, under the radar. I chuckled. Under the radar would be an understatement.
How long have you been under the radar?
Six, almost seven years.
Puzzled looks appeared on there faces, and I laughed, a good laugh. I couldn't get over it. I was crying from the looks. I slightly gathered myself, because I have been away from people for way too long.
What's so funny? What?
I couldn't stop to answer though, and I guess it annoyed Fun Ghoul because then he slapped me, right across the face.
I cried out, because that son of a bitch hit me right on my jaw line.
Ghoul! What the fuck!? We don't hit people we're currently questioning!
Ghoul just growled in response and said to me sharply.
Look here, all we've gotten from you so far is shit and we've saved your life. So stop being a chicken shit and answer our questions. Ok?
I  nodded, but snickered under my breath.
Ok Said Kobra, quickly glancing towards Ghoul, then back to me.
So, Dove, mind if I call you that?
I shook my head. All my friends call me dove. Oh wait, I don't have friends. Oops.
How old are you?
29 I muttered, the pain from the slap and my usual pain hurt to much.
Oh for fucks sake. Ghoul said with an exasperated sigh.
I really can't hear you with your bandana on.
He went to grab my bandana but I screamed out, panic running straight through me.
NO!
His hand quickly retracted.
I'm sorry, just please, don't take my bandana off. It's not my bandana, it's my face, literally. I can't talk from pain. Just please, don't take it off.
He nodded, eyes that were once stern softened slightly.
A tear slid down my cheek from the pain of just yelling.
Well, Dove, we're going to go talk with Party Poison, just stay put.
Well no shit I'm fucking tied up. I said back, an obnoxious tone in my voice.
He just sighed and walked out of the door, with a limp in his right leg.
My eyes widened, and tears welled up, as I suddenly remembered who these people were.
These were the people I had hurt, and had been running away from all these years.