The Fabulous Killjoys: The Next Generation

Chapter 4

Two chapter update in one day!? Yeah, I'm really bored today. Well, here's chapter 4. Enjoy!

Joeseph's POV

I flip through the channels of our old T.V. trying to distract myself. I stop at the Battery City and Surrounding Zones News.

The headline reads "biggest storm since 2008."

2008 was when Stormy was found, and that was 11 years ago. And that storm was the biggest on record.

Wow, things are getting weird. First Stormy is gone, and now a huge storm. Ugh. All this is reminding me of her.

I glance at the clock, its 11:30. Stormy has been gone for more than 4 hours. Where is she? What is she doing?

Geesus, I miss her.

Stormy's POV

As I sit on the floor in this cold room, I hear people shouting, alarms going off, it just sounds like a madhouse. Man am I glad I'm not out there.

I wish I could call Joeseph and tell her I'm okay. Oh gosh. She's probably worried sick. Poor girl. She will be okay though, she's tough.

My butt hurts, so I get up and walk around a bit.

I gaze upon a dimly lit table and see 4 zip up bags laid across it.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I walk over to the table. The bags seem like they are made of tarp, and are all white except for a Better Living Industries logo near the top. 

I cautiously unzip the bag closest to me, and jump at what's inside.

The cold lifeless body of my dad is lying inside there.

He looks exactly the same as when I last saw him, but he has two wounds in his chest, one closer to his shoulder.

He looks so peaceful, with a serious expression on his face.

I unzip the rest of the bags, and the Fabulous Four stare up at me.

I then start to cry.

I cry on the chest of my dad, and I don't care. His black shirt is soon wet with tears.

I miss my dad, love him.

I move a strand of his long, raven black hair away from his face, and give him a quick kiss before whispering a final goodbye.

I say goodbye to the rest of the Fabulous Four, and zip up all their bags.

I go back to sit down, and I hear a few loud bangs on the door, then it busts open.

I wipe a final tear from my eye, and Dracs walk in, guns ready.

I put my hands up as the Dracs walk close to me. I feel a gun barrel on my back, and one of them says, "Let's go, Korse wants you alive."

I nod, and they walk me out the door, into the hallway.

I take a glance behind my shoulder and catch a quick look at the bags on the table.

The Dracs slam the door, and that's the last I saw of my dad.

Well. I'm sorry if you cried, I cried when writing it, and yeah. Rough chapter. Well there is chapter 4. Chapter 5 will be here soon. See ya, fellow Killjoys. Keep running!