Frerard One Shots

Traffic Report

        "Bad news from the zones, tumbleweeds. It looks like Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap with an Exterminator That went all Costa Rica, And uh, got themselves ghosted, dusted out on Route Guano. So it's time to hit the red line and upthrust the volume out there. Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close, and die with your mask on if you've got to. Here is the traffic..." I turn it off slowly and look up at Party. The wind gently blows across his face and tangling in his mask. I don't know what Party looks like, just that he has the most vibrant red hair and eyes I could get lost in. So full of emotion, a green hazel holding back a storm. I can't find the words to speak for there are no words I can say to fill the still air. I've just lost half my team. Kobra was my best friend and my leader, Party Poison, he's lost his brother and best friend. There are no words I can say. I just look at him, my masked, red-haired leader and I look at his eyes. The seconds tick away and I feel my heart beating faster after each thump. 

        There's a lot of words I can use to describe Party Poison. Confident, valiant, sassy, mysterious, artist, loyal, a real spitting image of a Killjoy. He'll die to protect his team and he'd give his life up to defend art and creativity. I've seen one of his drawings and they might as well be photographs they're so good. He puts so must careful precision in his work. And I've also heard Party sing. It was out in the zones when he thought he was alone and no one would hear him. His voice was angelic and soothing, something that made me feel life within. "Cleaned up corporation progress dying in the process..." I heard him and all the times before I could convince myself I wasn't in love with him, but after hearing his voice, time stood still and there was nothing I could think over than "I love him." Yes, I'm in love with my leader but how could I not be. He treated me special. When there was no one around, I was an angel to him and he was so sweet. The caring and  gentle Party Poison always vanished when there was company but he still was kind to me. I never knew why that was but I'm in love with him. Many Killjoys fancy Party because he's so mysterious. I've never seen his face because he always wears his Killjoy mask and I don't know his real name. Kobra told me he was Mikey and I know Jetstar is Ray but Party Poison, it's still unknown and he doesn't know mine either. I want him to know but he won't let me tell him, he says it makes it easier, whatever that means. But I know what he means. It makes it easier to say goodbye if we must. 

        "Party?" I whisper nervously and afraid. It's not that I'm scared of Party Poison. I'm more so scared of what he is capable of. His brother is dead. Mikey, all these years or protecting him and all the memories shared. As fearless as Party is,  Mikey was the one person who reminded him he is human, that we are not gods and one day we will run out of luck, as Jetstar and Kobra had today. His brother kept him anchored to the world, that if Party were to go sacrifice himself and die, he'd cause pain to so many others. Mikey reminded Party that we are not immortal and his life matters and he would be missed if he was gone. Mikey reminded Party that he was alive and loved but Mikey is gone now.

        "What?" he says with a hollow voice. I didn't really think about what to say to him. I can't tell him it's okay because it's not. There's nothing I can say that can capture what needs to be said. No words are strong enough to say what I need him to know. I just stare at him in his eyes and he vacantly stares back at me. My mind races as I try to find words to fill the silence but I can't. There's nothing I can say without making this worse. No words I am able to arrange to make better of this. Nothing can make better of this. Maybe it's not something I need to make better but accept what it is. Mikey and Ray are dead, it's not the place to make it better but a time to accept they are gone and we must continue without them. Then I don't say anything. I just look at him in his eyes, taking in everything and as he stares back at me. The setting sunlight reflect the color of his iris and they are orbs, glowing and I feel my soul catch on fire as I look at him. But the fire inside my extinguish when they start watering. The ocean pools over his lids and there's a small twitch in his head forcing himself to hold back. I've never seen Party Poison cry before and he knows this. I'm sure he has cried before but seeing tears in his eyes is a very new concept to me, one I don't like. I stand unsure of what to do. If I didn't have such feelings for him, I would already be hugging Party tightly and comforting him but because I do care, I'm not able to do things like that without becoming too attached. I stand and I watch as the tears trickle from his eyes and stream behind his mask. I only stare at Party, watching him cry and slowly starting to myself. Mikey and Ray are dead. Maybe I'm in denial because when I first heard it, I did nothing. I only turned it off because I knew Party didn't need to hear any more. But seeing him cry, he tears up and break down from his sassy and fearless attitude, it just proves it's real and that denying won't change the fact they're gone.