Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

I'm a Riot? You're a fucking Riot!

(Party Poison's point of view)

Silence filled the room as every set of eyes was on the dark and strangely popular Synyster who was still sat on the sofa beside Zacky. Syn's eyes looked everywhere but at the little girl, his lips drawing back behind his teeth as he thought about the situation. 

Finally, as if the multiple eyes were going to drive him to the point of insanity if he didn't say anything, he stood up, "I'm Synyster Gates," he said quietly, still not looking at Grace.  

"Oh," she said, her happy face suddenly becoming worryingly sad. 

"Well you seem to be popular with the bad guys!" the Rev joked, clamping his hand on his shoulder, trying to lighten the mood but all of us were too deep in thought. 

They're coming after us. They're after Synyster. They're after me! And Ghoul, Jet and Kobra! If they're working with Korse, then they'll have us dead within minutes. If not...we'll be able to take them. I hope.

I desperately searched my mind in hope that I could come up with some simple way out of this. One that would involve no casualties, when Ghoul put in,  

"Why don't we just move bases?" 

All eyes looked at him.  

"Well, it's simple!" a smile cracked across his face, "if they're coming here to get us, then we can just move! Not permanently of course."

A new base? It was so simple yet so complicated, anywhere I could think of to move had either been destroyed by BLI, or was already inhabited by too many Killjoys to take sixteen more. We couldn't split up because that could be far too risky.

But then it hit me. 

"Riot!" I suddenly exclaimed, "Raving Riot! can hook us up with a new base to stay!" 

A grin cracked across Kobra's face as he remembered the childhood friend of mine and his. The three of us had grown up in the same neighbourhood and were inseparable right up until our late teens. As far as I'm aware, she's a lone Killjoy with multiple bases dotted throughout the entire country. We could trust her almost as much as we could trust each other.  

"Then it's set," Kobra smiled, pulling out his phone, "we're moving to Riot!'s place." 

The rest of us nodded in agreement, meaning the only people we had to tell were the three girls upstairs.

(Methane Moonlight's point of view)

"What do you mean Ghoul said we're moving?!" I screamed at the insane red-haired man in front of me, the one that had just barged into the room a few moments ago, "we're going fucking no where!" 

"Be reasonable, Methane!" Poison pleaded, "people are on their way to attack us! We have to go!" 

"NO!" I threw my hands up in exasperation, no way in hell was I moving my Killjoys out of here. "They are after you," I stuck my index finger into the middle of his chest for dramatic effect, but I did it with such force that I nearly broke it. But I kept my face straight, not showing any signs of pain, "you and Synyster! Your Killjoy group and his! Not mine! I am staying out of it!"

We argued for a great deal more. I was not moving my Killjoys out of the base we call home, the base they'd been in for god knows how long before I'd joined them. We had nothing to do with Poison or Gates or any of their friends! Sure they were our friends, but I wasn't getting mine wrapped up in something that they didn't need to be. 

"Come on, Methane," Raindrop sighed, "Poison's right! If we don't go now, they'll attack us too!" 

"No they won't!" I argued back, these people were impossible, "this has nothing to do with us and I don't intend to get involved."