Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

The Anti-Killjoys

(Dissonant Skye’s point of view)

The last I remember was being knocked out at the house. Or base, or whatever. One of the Anti-Killjoys had had Methane by the throat and I ran to help her, only to be whacked with the base of a gun. I’d fallen to the ground and stared right up into the eyes of….no. It couldn’t have been.

But I wouldn’t mistake those hazel eyes for anyone else’s.

I must be mistaken.

I’d woken up some time later in the back of a van, Deathly was unconscious beside me and someone else sat facing. The back of the van where we were was cut off from the front, it was almost completely dark here apart from the dim light of the moon shining in through a window on one of the doors. 

The person sitting facing me was breathing heavily, and with each breath I grew more anxious. I squinted my eyes and tried to make the person’s face out but they wore a mask which covered their entire face. Like a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W sort of, only it wasn’t one. 

The more anxious I grew, the more scared. And the more scared I grew, the more upset I felt. I knew that wherever this van was taking us, it wasn’t going to be exactly Disneyland or anything.

The van came to a sudden stop and I heard the front door of the van open and then slam shut again. There was shuffling outside and then the driver ripped the back doors open. If my eyes could speak, they’d probably be screaming at me for not squeezing my eyes shut at the scene in front of me.

I held my hand to my mouth as I felt tears rolling down my face.

There was blood and corpses everywhere, everywhere I looked. I drew in a breath, beginning to choke on the iron that fogged in the air around me.

The corpses were all Killjoys, some I even recognised. Some I didn’t. I didn’t particularly want to think who I knew was here, and I especially didn’t want to think if this is where Methane, Raindrop and Vortex had ended up. 

I knew Inked was dead. You cannot take a shot at point blank range and not die.

The person that had sat facing me climbed out of the van, grabbing a big chunk of my hair and dragging me out with him.

I fell face first onto the ground, into a large pool of blood. I almost squealed with disgust and fear. God I hated blood. 

“Come on you little bitch,” the driver snarled and grabbed my jacket, dragging me with him. I went to reach for my gun, only remembering that I had it now, but only to find the holster empty. I cursed under my breath wishing that I’d listened to Kobra when he’d told me to always keep a knife in my boot.

Kobra….oh I hoped he was okay. I hoped he wasn’t here.

I risked a glance behind me, only to find Deathly being punched in the face in attempt to wake her up. I gasped. “No!!” I screamed, before I could stop it escaping my lips.

“SHUT. UP,” the man dragging me yelled and punched me. Hard.

Then, nothing.

“Dissonant?” I heard someone whisper and then I felt a poke on the small of my back, “Dissonant wake up!”

I groaned and rolled over onto my back, my eyes fluttering open. I was covered in aches and pains, feeling as if I’d just come out of a blender or something. My vision was hazy, so I blinked rapidly until blobs became shapes, then shapes became objects. The room I was in was small and grey, there was only one window and it was very small and nearer the ceiling than the ground. There was dust and dirt all over the floor and rusted, corroded chains attached to the wall. There was also a ratty, disgusting looking mattress on the floor against the back wall, no blanket or pillow. It looked like a nineteenth century jail cell, to be honest.

“You’re alive!” I heard the person exclaim, extending their hand towards me. I took it and was pulled up into a sitting position only to be greeted with the gelled blonde hair and perfect hazel eyes of my boyfriend, Kobra Kid.

“Kobra!” I squeaked, throwing my arms around his neck and squeezing him tight, cutting off his airways.

“Dissonant,” he grinned at me when he pulled away, planting a small kiss on my lips which made the butterflies in my stomach flutter. 

Moments passed where we said nothing, but then I remembered the questions I had that needed answered. “Where are we?”

He looked at the ground, thinking for a moment before saying, “I….I don’t know.”

“Are we going to die?”

His eyes began to fill with tears, threatening to spill onto his perfect, flushed cheeks, “I…I don’t know Dissonant. I don’t know.”

And I knew right then and there, that we were going to die. Wherever the hell we were, whoever the hell those people are. They were going to kill us, most likely very soon.

A week previously

(Synyster Gates’ point of view)

I’d been tricked. Maybe not by Poison and the others but certainly by that Raving Riot! girl, something about her curly blonde hair and devious green eyes that spelled trouble. However, even after all of this, Poison was still trusting her.

Our base had been attacked, we were severely outnumbered and would have never stood a chance against the thirty odd ‘Anti-Killjoys’ as I’d heard Jet-Star call them. During the attack, Riot! dragged me off to the side and led me down into the sewers once again where Poison and Zacky already stood, we began running - I didn’t know where to, I still had no idea what was going on.

We ran for what felt like hours. I was thoroughly soaked to the bone due to the sewer water and the fact I’m not the most careful person around when it came to clumsiness. 

Then we finally came to a ladder that led us to the surface world once more.

We took it in turn to climb up it, assuming that safety would be waiting for us.

Oh were we wrong.

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A/N: Yeah I know it’s a bit short and VERY VERY rushed. But I’m tired and I am slowly but surely forgetting the plot line, so I’m going to have to write all the chapters soon….