Toxic Dreams (A MCR/Killjoy Fic)

Chapter 13

Author's POV

Korse ran his hand over the paint covered surface. It was still wet, and it stuck to his white glove, staining it red. How he longed for it to be really blood. Red, hot blood of every Killjoy out there. He clinched his fist into a tight ball just thinking about it.

He started mindlessly at the wall. In big red bold letters it stated the words "Rage and Love". He stated at all of the other useless drawings that had been illustrated on the wall.

"Sir. We've counted the missing number of weapons." One of the Scarecrow officers said, obviously terrified but the fact that he would have to tell him the number.

"What is it?" Asked Korse in his usual cold, spiteful tone.

"21.." Said the officer. Korse frowned. "Mostly Guns."

"What?!" He questioned loudly. The officer flinched back in response. Korse was the only thing that he and his colleagues were afraid of. He was an unpredictable man no doubt. He was strong, he was large, and he was mean.

"Yes sir. And we have seemed to have found something else.." Said the officer. Korse slightly calmed himself and stared at him intriguingly.

"What?" He asked. The officer took out a small plastic bag and showed him.

"It's a button. We think it would lead us to the person who did th-"

"Correct yourself, officer. They are not people," Korse began to walk away. "They are the enemy, and I want them found. Quickly." He said. He left, leaving a shaking Scarecrow officer behind.

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Jinx's POV

I squinted my eyes a little to avoid the raging sunlight that was coming through the curtains. I let my eyes adjust and turned over in my bed, only to find Party on the other side. My eyes widened as I saw that he was shirtless and snoring softly. I noticed that his arm around me too. I liked around the room and it was nothing like mine. I wasn't even in my room. That's when I began to think. What happened last night? If something did, did he like it? Did I like it.

So many questions were swarming my head all at once, and I just had to know. I lightly pocked his cheek. His hazel eyes fluttered open and he looked down at me. I was the first to speak.

"Did, did um, something happen last night?" I questioned nervously.

"Calm down. You don't remember? You freaked out and had a nightmare, so you came in here with me. You can even check your clothes." He assured. Just to make sure, I peaked under the covers to see if I was fully dressed. I calmed down  once I saw that I was fully dressed.

"Oh, ok then..." I said. I fell back onto the rough pillow and stared at the ceiling. He laid back beside me and joined in my staring.

"Why are staring at the ceiling?" He asked.

"Why are you stating at the ceiling?" I asked, smirking. He shrugged.

"Cause you're doing it." He said. I giggled.

"That's not how it works. Hour bot supposed to be like the rest." I said.

"Since when was this a high school pep rally?" He asked.

"Since now, stupid." I said. After I said that, he grabbed my sides and pulled me closer to him.

"Who you calling stupid?" He asked jokingly. I poked his chest.

"You." I said, trying to contain a giggle. He smirked and pulled me out of the bed with him. He lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder. He began to spin me around.