The Lone Killjoy (Party Poison/Gerard Way fanfic)

In The Mourning

A/n chapter name is supposed to be spelt that way btw. It's a pun. And a paramore reference :)

I've never been to a killjoy funeral before, per se. I mean, i've seen killjoys get buried now and again, but i don't know how the fab four choose to go about the process. I'm about to find out though. 

We're all gathered outside, and by this point the sun is sinking in the sky, casting a beautiful golden glow across the sand and casting a feeling of peace over us all. I can't help but think it's the calm before the storm though, but that's probably my pessimistic thinking seeping through. 

Kobra's helping Silver out the door. She's got a whole bunch of wires sticking into her wrist where he's keeping her hooked up to electricity as a safety precaution. She relies on him heavily, as he guides her over to the freshly dug grave. I want to say something, anything, to try and make the pain more bearable, but i know better than most that there's nothing to be done. 

Only time is going to help them.

Neon walks outside then. She's been digging the grave with Jet for most of the day, and you can see some smears of mud along her otherwise perfect pearly skin. She drops to her knees beside the grave, where the body had already been placed. Nobody says anything as her shoulders start to heave and her perfectly smooth hands start to shake. 

I didn't know weather droids could cry or not, but that's  question i can now tick off my ever growing list. I feel awful, watching her sob, especially when Silver starts to quietly leak tears into Kobra's shoulder. He grimaces and squeezes her waist tightly, trying to give the little comfort he can, which isn't exactly much. 

"Did you want to say anything?" Party asks Neon, crouching down beside her with a forlorn expression. "You guys knew her best, after all." 

"Yeah, of course" Neon shakily gets to her feet and looks around at us all. The seven of us have formed a ring around the grave  - me, the fab four, and the two droids - as if creating some sort of protective circle. I don't let myself catch Party's eye as i know i'll start blushing, and that is not the sort of thing you want to be doing at a funeral, even if you didn't get to meet the person. 

I shake the memories of earlier out of my head and instead focus on Neon as she talks about how fearless Bolt had been, how she would give her life ten times over for the people she cared about and how sorely she will be missed. 

Silver says a little, not nearly as much as Neon, but then she's exhausted and sobbing, so it can only be expected. The guys all say a few words, and then everyone picks up a shovel and starts to cover the grave. We go slowly, not wanting to rush the process as nobody wants it to be over, for the goodbyes to be done and for everyone to have to then move on. 

As i help fill the grave i wonder how many times the killjoys have done this, how many friends they've had to put to rest forever six feet under. This doesn't help the vibe of the place, and the thoughts threaten to drag me down into the depressing atmosphere. 

"Come on" Kobra sighs, taking a hold of Silver "let's get you back inside. You need to rest and recharge up." 

"And you kid" Party places a hand on his younger brothers shoulder "no trying to pull an all nighter doing research. You'll wear yourself out and then you won't be able to think straight, let alone be of any help to Sil here." 

"He's right, i don't want you getting ill on my behalf" Silver sighs. Kobra just nods, still looking a little torn. He's getting more and more desperate to find a way to cure Silver and Neon's slowly decreasing energy, and to find a battery that will sustain them. 

"I mean in Kobra!" Party yells as they walk inside "i'm going to come check you're asleep in a few hours and if you're still up i'm taking away your comics!" Kobra stiffens a little at that, turning to throw a glare at his older brother (meaning that Party's won this round) before helping Silver the rest of the way inside.