-Static Bomb's POV-
The black and white pictures whirled around in front of my eyes, the same monotone voice of the woman echoing in my ears constantly, I tried to move but the tight leather straps held me to the uncomfortable and pinched the skin on my wrists.
I'm so happy to be alive.
No! I was making a list of things I needed to remeber, important things, my list. I thought of the torture I had been put through these last few days. I thought of the cuts and the bruises they had inflicted, I was not on their side I was with the Killjoys. I thought of them too, my three best friends sitting probably in similar rooms going through the same treatment. Thinking of the things I still had to do, I needed to make things right with Party. Don't let them in, don't give up, never let them win.
Better Living will keep me safe.
"NO!" I yelled out, my mind struggling under the pressure, I wasn't aloud to give in, I had been taught not to, to stay strong no matter what. But I was so exhausted both mentally and physically, it was horrible.
Korse's face appeared three inchs away from my own, a bit to close for comfort. My eyes couldn't seem to focus on him and my head was spinning, my body coated in a layer of sweat. "Are you giving up yet?" he asked.
Give up, give up now.
"I can do this all day." I spat, Korse grabbed the dial and set it up to high, then waved it in front of my face. Sometimes, I really wish I could just keep my gob shut for five seconds.
"we'll see." He smirked standing back. I felt tears prick my eyes, all through the torture I had not shed a tear and I refused to cry now. I held them back and thought only of my list as the tape started to play again, the same repetive shapes and noises.
Better Living will keep me safe.
It screamed in a high pitched screech that nearly made my ears bleed! Think of the list!
Torture,
Killjoys,
Best friends,
Party.
I'm so happy to be alive.
Torture,
Killjoys...
My mind suddenly went blank and I frantically searched for something, anything to hold onto. I panicked when I found nothing, I could feel it all slipping away from my like sand falling through my fingertips!
The Killjoys are the enemy.
A new deeper voice told me, I nodded my head but I didn't understand, who were the Killjoys? Should I have known them? Looking to the screen for answers I soon found the answer. Jet Star, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul and Party Poision. I knew the last one, his face all to familiar, hatred rushed through me. Ugh! I hate him. I hate all of them!
Next came the cofusion when the tape ended, so many questions: where was I? Why am I here? Who am I? Simple things that I should have known already. All I knew was that I would be kept safe, I was happy and the Killjoys were the enemy.
I bald man in a frilly cuffed shirt and long grey jacket came to me and smiled down at me kindly, I smiled back and he helped me from my chair. "Hello, I surpose you have a lot of questions." He said leading me down a hallway.
"Yes, what's my name? Where are we? Why am I here?" I asked all at once, hungry for the information.
"Well, your name is Caitlin but you don't tell anyone that, this is a lovely place called Battery City and you are here because we want to keep you safe and happy." He answered as he took me into a room with just four walls, a bed, a cabinet and a white rug. I sat down lightly on the bed and made sure not to crease the freshly made bed covers. "This is your room, keep it clean and you will be let out five times a day for breakfast, exercise, lunch, recreation and dinner, you use the bathroom while you are there." He smiled, I didn't have a problem with this as long as i didn't have to see those Killjoys. The man started to close the door, when I shouted.
"Wait!" I yelled, he stopped and looked at me "What's your name?" I asked without hesitation.
"Korse, now sleep well." He said before slamin the door, I heard a set on bolt slide home sealing me into the blank room. As I looked round I thought, everything could do with a bit of colour, including my clothes, all of it as white as paper. Maybe some...purple and yellow.
Suddenly a shotting pain started in my head like what I had thouht was wrong and I was being punished for it.
"White is fine, I like white." I said to nobody and the pain magically diappeared. I lay down on my bed and buried my head under my pillow hoping that it would never come back again, and soon I had drifted off to sleep.
***
The sound of feet woke me, then my door was opened and I was told Dinner was ready. The dining hall was huge, filled with loads more people dressed in white. I took the first availible seat and began to eat quietly just like everyone else. I glanced around the room for any sign of Korse as he was the only person I knew but I couldn't see him so I kept my head down.
"Hello." A blonde girl said quickly as she sat down next to me.
"Hello." I replied quickly, I couldn't see properly but I felt like she was familiar to me, like I should know her. Suddenly the pain in my head shot through me again making me grab my for head. I got up quickly and made my way to the bathroom, anything to get away from that girl. "I like white." I said automatically calming myself down.
Quickly, I washed my face and hands and made my way back to my room. What was wrong with me? No one else I had seen was having these problems, well not that I knew of anyway. I thought about telling Korse but then decided against it because he probably had more important things to be doing and truthfully I didn't want to let him down.
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The Killjoys of Zone 6 (MCR FanFic)
Fanfic(Book 1) Static Bomb travels with the famous Fabulous Killjoys, has done for 7 years and it's made her one of the best the BLI have seen. She is free, she is happy. But nothing can ever stay perfect, when Static is taken by Korse himself, he turns f...
