Eccentric

Chapter 9

It had been a week since our grand escape, and now Brendon was going by Flash Lighter, (don't judge my horrible names) and Ryan was going by Nicotine Thunder, mostly, he had told me, so we would have to call him Thunder. So of course Brendon keeps calling him Nicky.

They were fitting in pretty well, but Ryan was a terrible shot, and not getting any better.

"You really should have taken that course with Bren and me," I told him.

"Well, not everybody is you and can take two extra curricular courses, be on three different teams, and be in a band, while volunteering at an animal shelter and playing hockey."

"Sorry," I said sarcastically.

"Hey, Kobra and I have an announcement," Ghoul said. "We are officially a thing." He was standing on a chair so we could hear him, considering all of the guys had at least three inches on him.

"Hey (y/n)," Ry started. Why can't he just use my Killjoy name? "Are you and Party a thing?" he nudged me. "You've been sharing a bed, and not exactly keeping your distance while doing so." He gave me an evil smile.

I looked at Party. Were we a thing?

"No, we're just friends!" Party answered quickly. That's really disappointing. They must have seen my face fall, because they quickly added, to me, "Unless you want to be a thing?"

I smiled, "Only if you want to be a thing."

"I want to be a thing. (y/n)," they took a deep breath, "will you go out with me?"

I was kind of shocked, but decided to mess with them. I looked at the ground, then up at them, noticing how no one in the room had breathed since he asked. I looked at them as if deep in thought, and then said, "I'm sorry Party."

"Wh–why are you sorry? Is that a no?" they looked like they were on the verge of tears, and everyone in the room looked upset, so I knew it had gone far enough.

"I'm sorry because you're stuck with me forever now." I smiled at them, and the relieved look on their face.

"Bitch," he muttered, mostly to me.

"Jerk." I said, assuming he probably wouldn't get the reference.

We went on for a few more uneventful days, until we received word that there were Dracs in zone 5. That was dangerously close, so we had to go get them. Party, Kobra, Ghoul and I piled into the car, leaving Jet behind to watch my dorky friends. We were driving for about ten minutes when we saw a BLind van. Out of it came about twenty Dracs. We started shooting, and soon had taken all of them out. We were getting back in the car when a second van showed up, and a third, and a fourth...they just kept coming. We shot as fast as we could, but it was no use. Eventually Dracs had grabbed my three fellow Killjoys, but didn't seem interested in me. They took my friends, and left me. Korse's head came out the window, and he said, "Keep running."

When they had left, I was more angry than upset, especially after I realized I didn't know how to drive. The one extra course I had yet to take: Driver's Ed.

Nevertheless, I got in the car and went shooting down the road. I didn't know what I was doing, but I managed to follow our tire tracks all the way back to the diner. I got out of the car, and was greeted by Jet, Brendon and Ryan.

"Where are the others?" Jet asked urgently.

"They were taken by BLind. We have to save them."

"We can't rush into anything, (y/n). We have to do this right, or they'll get us too."

"But what if they kill them?" Ryan asked, worried.

"No, they told us they wouldn't do that, remember? They want to strip them of their individuality first, and then they want to kill me in front of them, and then, when they're broken, BLind will turn them in Dracs."

"That's comforting," Jet said sarcastically. "We need help. I'm going to call Mad Gear and Missile Kid, and tell them to bring their crew. We need all the help we can get."

When Tyler and Josh finally showed up, they had a repurposed BLind van that had been painted, and it was loaded with Killjoys, some of which used to be people I recognized. Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz. Alex Gaskgarth. Gerard and Mikey Way, who looked remarkably like Party and Kobra. Weird. Then the person I was least expecting to come out of the van, Hayley Williams. Another girl, that's nice.

We all had some Power Pup and sat down to discuss plans.

Party's POV

I woke up inside a white cell in a BLind facility. NO. No, not this again, no this isn't happening. Oh god, I could feel the panic setting in. What were they going to do this time? I still had the scars from the last time. The door opened, and I flinched. Someone in a hazmat suit came in, with... oh no....why...a box of black hair dye. I struggled, but to no avail. When they were done, I was wearing white BLind issue clothes, and I had black hair. I didn't fear this as much as what undoubtedly came next. I could hear the screams that indicated they had already started on Ghoul and...oh god, Kobra. My baby brother, why? I couldn't help it. I broke down into tears.

Kobra's POV

I could hear Ghoul's screams over my own, which was honestly worse than the pain itself, but when I heard Party's screams of agony, I knew there was no hope, and I should just let that knife slip and hit my throat so I could end this misery. But wait, maybe Jet can still save us? But with help from whom? (y/n)'s lame friends? One couldn't shoot for shit, and the other was an idiot. After that I blacked out from the pain.

Ghoul's POV

I could take the pain. I could even take the screams of agony coming from my boyfriend's mouth in another room. But when your leader breaks, there's just something inside that tells you that you should give up. On the other hand, they're probably having flashbacks to last time, when they had them here for a long time, and did way worse to them.

A/n: Hope I've messed with you emotions enough. No more updates for today, how 'bout that? I bet you hate me. Also, sorry I didn't update sooner, my internet was down.

Update: Wow, I went back to edit finally, and this is really cringy. sorry 'bout that