Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

It was Written In Blood.

~Time Lapse~

“It’s too quiet,” Deathly complained as she wrapped her blanket further around herself “and cold.”

The six Killjoys were all huddled around a small space heater in the centre of a dimly lit room, being in the middle of the Californian desert, you’d think it would be hot all day all year. But unfortunately, that’s not the case.

It was coming up to winter in zone three and due to the lack of a proper, not-half collapsed building to live in and no central heating, the bitter winters affected the group immensely.

“Definitely,” Inked agreed, taking a sip of the steaming hot coffee he was just after making regardless of Methane’s numerous protests. Considering it was her coffee.

“Let’s light a fire!” Raindrop beamed and reached into her pocket to retrieve her lighter only to come back with nothing as Vortex had taken it off her when she’d nearly set his hair on fire with it.

“NO!” the other five screamed in unison, afraid to let the seventeen year old anywhere near something potentially dangerous. It was enough that they let her have her own gun, but let her near fire? No.

Hours passed before any of them spoke again, far too preoccupied with keeping themselves from dying of hypothermia - even though that was probably a tiny bit overdramatic - to keep up the conversation.

The radio was playing quietly in the background as it always was, Dr. Death Defying’s radio show was extremely popular amongst the Killjoys, it was the one thing BLI would never shut down, they knew that if they needed to get a message across to the rebels, they would do it through that.

“Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul and Jet Star have gone into hiding...” Dr. Death’s voice rang out from the corner of the room where the radio sat, “…in fear of being chased by an anonymous group supposedly led by two twin brothers. There is a larger threat out to get us, Tumbleweeds. Keep your boots tight, keep your guns close and die with your mask on if you’ve got to. This is Dr. Death Defying, signing off.”

The room then fell into complete silence just as the American anthem came to a close. He always closed the show with it, even though the most of the people that listened to it weren’t even American.

Dissonant sighed as she thought of Kobra, her thoughts had been plagued with him since he left. ‘Why didn’t he say goodbye to me?’ she thought to herself, ‘does he hate me now?’

Methane and Deathly had been trying to convince her otherwise, of course he didn’t hate her! He was Kobra Kid, quiet and modest, incapable of hating anyone - and certainly not his own girlfriend! Even if she did hug her best friend more than she hugged him.

That fact made Methane very smug and she constantly tortured him about it whenever he was around. 

Crack.

“What was that?!” Raindrop’s head snapped up and looked around frantically. Everyone looked at her, she was the only one who’d heard it, “I heard a crack! Something!”

Inked began rubbing his hand up and down her back, in attempt to soothe her. They’d all been on edge lately, a few days ago being told that people were going to come to where the six of them sat - looking for their close friends.

They’d all realised that not going to the secret base had been a mistake - in fact, Methane had realised it half way through the argument with Poison. But no way in hell was she going to give into him that easily. Especially if it meant cooperating with Fun Ghoul.

Fun Ghoul, like Kobra had Dissonant, had been plaguing Methane’s mind. Even though what he did wasn’t all that bad, he was drunk and upset - she wasn’t going to forgive him so easily. He’d tried to take advantage of her and then hadn’t said to words to her since, not like she’d given him a chance to.