Gypsy's POV
Fuzz ball wanted me to teach her how to shoot a ray gun so I agreed. if she's suppose to save the world and all my as we'll show her the ropes of weapons. I took her outside too have a private lesson without all the other killjoys there to make her feel uncomfortable.
"Alright, steady your hand, pull the trigger." she follows my directions and misses by several inches. I sit back down on the bench that's attached to the side of the shack. she huffs and sits next to me. "I can't do this."
"don't say that. just need practice."
"I wish I could be as great as you." she stares up at me with smiling eyes.
"WHAT?"
"Yeah everyone says your the greatest shooter out of all them."
"That's a lie. it's all luck. I have the greatest luck too. sometimes I get it, and sometimes I miss."
"But that's rare."
"That's because I also practice."
"You know, I never knew The Plague existed until I got here. I thought they were all legends."
"And what do these legends say?" I was curious. whoever came up with these ideas that were greater then we really are, are awfully mistaken.
"Well they speak of these rogue killjoys that live in a pack and hunt like wolves. that only when your almost dead and if your heart is a true killjoy. will The Plague come. supposedly you would save them and kill the dracs that we're killing you. but once you wake up from your near death experience all that would be left is a skull and cross bone flag and burning drac corpses."
"Wow, we Sound really badass."
"You are. especially you."
"Some say if your not a true killjoy and they see a glimpse of you and your team, they die shortly after due to health causes."
"Ha, that's crap."
"Yeah but you hide so well everyone really does think you don't exist and you are really good at the whole fighting thing."
"What do they say about mw?"
"That you death itself. that you are beautiful and dark but won't hesitate to rip a mans heart out of his chest. oh and that you are the smartest killjoy there is, some say you used to be a high ranking Bl/ind but switched sides."
"Interesting."
She hands me her gun and i check it to make sure it's charged.
"Hey look! ants." she points at a mountain of them on the ground.
"Yup."
"I wonder what the queen looks like."
"Probably big."
"Yeah. did you know that she controls them all and if she died they would all die too?"
"No." her voice rings in my head. if you killed the queen then the rest would die too. I repeat it in my head several times over. there was something there, something I'm missing. I hand her gun back and she gets up and tried shorting at the dummy again.
Then it hits me like a bright light. if the dracs are being controlled by something. computer or someone. all we needed was to kill the source, the source of control. everything starts flooding in and they start to form a plan. She did it, fuzz did it. "fuzz you did it! your a ginus!" I scream and hug her and carry her to the hole and drop her down. we arn't suppose to be outside without a buddy and I was going inside. "WHAT? what did I do?" I shake her by her shoulders and scream, "you figured out a plan!" I quickly lock the trap door and run to my room before she can question what she figured out a plan to.
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So Long and Goodnight (a killjoy/MCR Fan Fiction)
Teen FictionThere's some new killjoys that may be more fabulous then THE fabulous. A BL/ind operation to end all killjoys arises, again. Which group will save the day in the end?