Faith Is Unavailable

Faith Is Unavailable: Chapter 7

“What was that?” Party Poison asked, glaring over at Show Pony.

“Nothing.” Show Pony giggled.

Fun Ghoul stood up and marched over to Show Pony. “Oh, really? Was it nothing? Because I’m pretty sure that I heard Massacre’s name in there somewhere.” He stood up to his full height of about 5’5.

I glanced around the room. Everyone was just watching the two men. Doctor D. looked interested, Party Poison looked ticked, Kobra looked confused, and Jet Star was….unreadable. Fun Ghoul stepped a bit closer to Show Pony, as if to intimidate him.

“Is there a problem here?” Fun Ghoul growled at Show Pony, “Do you have a problem with Massacre? Because if you do, that means you’ve got a problem with me, asshole. She’s part of the killjoys. What did she do to you? Oh, that’s right, nothing. Or maybe you just can’t take the feeling of not being the center of attention? Is that it? Because Fire Star and Massacre’s situation is a little bit more important than your polka-dotted tights. So lay off, man! Just lay off. Whatever’s going on in that jealous part of your brain, smash it, just smash it, okay?”

“Fuck you,” Show Pony cried angrily. He hurriedly skated over to the panel and left. I didn’t know what was going through my head, but I followed him outside. The sun was beginning to rise.

I found him about forty yards over to the west of the shack, leaning up against a boulder. “Show…Show Pony?” I stammered, not knowing what to say. He turned and glared at me. I saw tears in the corners of his eyes.

“What do YOU want?!” Show Pony yelled at me.

I sighed. “I just…wanted to say…. I’m sorry.”

Show Pony’s face softened, and his eyes flashed with confusion. “….What? Why are you sorry?” His tone was softer, gentler now.

“Because I made you upset. And then Fun Ghoul yelled at you because of me...”

“….You know what? I think I should be the one apologizing,” Show Pony began, “Because I caused you so much trouble…I was so rude to you. I guess I was a bit jealous, for stupid reasons. I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to find your boyf-..I mean, best friend. I shouldn’t have acted like that. That was wrong. And I’m truly, sincerely sorry for whatever grief I caused you. I was a jerk.”

I began tearing up. This crying thing was new. And I seemed to be doing it quite a bit lately. I was turning into such a loser.

“…Shoot. Don’t cry… I can’t stand tears; you’ll make me cry. Friends…?” Show Pony held out his arms. I stepped into them, hugging him. He hugged back.

“Yeah,” I sniffled, “Friends.”

This was probably one of the weirdest things I’d ever done. Hug a man who was wearing roller skates in white and blue polka-dotted tights with a thong over them. Not to mention his cut off shirt and greasy hair. It was sweaty, it was kinda (okay, really) gross, and it was unexpected, but right then, right there, in that moment, I felt almost…Calm. It was weird.

What ruined the moment was the roar of an engine, and when I turned to look, I saw that it was a black Volkswagen bug with blue stripes on it and a killjoy symbol on the hood.

Show and I both screamed rather high pitched screams of terror when this happened. We tripped and fell over backwards in our attempt to get out of the way.

The car screeched to a halt right before us and a female stepped out. She was definitely a killjoy.

She looked to be just in her twenties, about 21 or 22 years old at the most. She had spikey dark brown hair with a blue streak in it, and deep purple eyes. She was wearing a blue mask with black and white striped X’s over the eyes, a blue collar with a black and white striped tie with “Doom” across it, a black and white striped button up blouse, a black tie, and a blue leather jacket. On her bottom half, she was wearing blackish blue skinny jeans with a red and black studded belt around her waist and black and white striped high top converse. The converse had letters in the white parts that seem to tell some sort of story, but I wasn’t sure what is was, since the letters were faded. She was also wearing blue lace hand-gloves.

There was an interesting looking ray gun in one of her gloved hands. The ray gun was white, with black stripes, and lining the stripes were thin blue stripes. On the end of the gun was a circle with one word written in it, “Dead!”

She turned her deep purple gaze upon Show Pony and I, who were still gripping each other. I coughed quietly and we pushed away from one another.

“I’m Blue Collar Doom,” she explained to us.

All of this happened in about four point seven seconds. Then, the panel/door to the shack slid open and the guys jumped out, brandishing their ray guns. They rushed over, and everything that happened next was all a blur.

Jet Star yanked Blue Collar Doom by the collar, thinking she was the enemy, and she got in a fist fight with him. Show Pony helped me up, but I tripped and fell over like the klutz I am. Fun Ghoul thought Show Pony pushed me and started yelling at him for being a ‘bully’. Party Poison was yelling angrily at Show Pony with Fun Ghoul, and Kobra Kid was now rolling around on the ground with Blue Collar while Jet Star was trying to find a way into the fight. I guessed that Doctor D. was inside.

After picking myself up off the ground, I looked around at everyone, not knowing who or what to attend to first. Just then, a van with all the windows rolled down, rock music blaring from the van’s speakers, pulled in and screeched to a halt. Two males in their upper teens hopped out.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” one of them screamed. Everyone immediately stopped and faced them.

“Blue Collar Doom, are you alright?!” I whispered, helping her up.

“I’m fine,” she gave me a quick, light smile.

Kobra Kid and Jet Star’s eyes widened, and Kobra piped up, “Sorry Blue Collar! We didn’t know who you were!”

Blue Collar Doom just shrugged. “It happens. But don’t let it happen again.” She was virtually unharmed, but Kobra’s face was a bit scratched up, and Jet had a quickly forming bruise on his right cheek.

“Is anyone going to answer Mad Gear’s question?” sighed the other male.

Wait a second. Did he just say MAD GEAR?!