Keep Running (A Killjoy Fan Fiction)ON HOLD

Chapter One

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I pulled her into my arms just as CC slamed the door of the van shut. I held her tightly as she shook and cried.

"Shh.. Hush now, you're fine. You're safe. They can't get to you now." I cooed in her ear, trying my best to calm her down.

"B-But t-they're g-gone!" The girl stuttered and cried. My breath caught in my throat. She couldn't possibly mean, no, that's impossible.

"They're not gone, they can't be..." I took a chance to glance out the window, and I instantly wished I hadn't.

My blood went cold as I saw Jet Star slide to the ground. Dead. Fun Ghoul lay inside, against the door of the wretched building. Dead. Kobra Kid was sprawled on the floor; his eyes glazed over. Dead. But I wasn't prepared. Not for him. I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it. Party Poison, the man who treated me like a sister, the man who I had looked up to for years, the man who taught me how to sing, to draw, to live my life the way I wanted to, laid against the always white wall. I expected him to wink, to smirk, to do SOMETHING to show us that he was alive, but he never moved. As we rounded the corner, it hit me. It all hit me. They were all dead. All of them. Dead, dead, dead, dead, DEAD!

Tears streamed down my face as I started to shake with my sobs. I couldn't handle it. They couldn't all die at once. But yet, they had. My thoughts started to go dark as I thought of how I should have helped them. I might have been able to keep at least one of them alive, but instead, I was in the van. Useless. I felt a small hand cup my cheek and try to wipe away my tears.

"It's not your fault, you know." She whispered into my ear. I looked up at her as she continued to wipe away the tears streaming down my face. "I know because he told me," I looked at her questioningly. "He told me when he found out that you got to be in the back of the van. He said, 'Now look here Grace, don't you dare let AR think that it's her fault if we're captured or worse. You tell her to keep her head up, and you tell her that I said for her to 'be my strong little killjoy'. Okay? You tell her to keep running.'" she said. I chuckled at the words that he chose. He was the only one who knew about my past. He was the one who originally picked me from the Umbrella Academy to be trained as a killjoy. UA is for kids who feel like they don't belong, and at the academy, they are secretly trained to become killjoys. Even the kids don't know what the training is for, and not everyone gets the training. The kids who usually get trained are picked by actual killjoys like me and the guys. I shivered at the thought of them. I reopened the wound too soon. My eyes started to water again and Grace whimpered. I sniffled as I tried to be strong for her, for the guys, for CC, for me. I straightened up and calmed my breathing.

"It's going to be okay, Gray. I'll make sure of it. I'll never let them take you alive or dead. Even if I fail and lose this fight too, I'll make sure you're safe. I'll find a way to make it all better, I promise." I told her, confidence and determination taking over. I heard her whimper again, so I let my maternal instincts kick in and I did the first thing that came to mind. I started singing, well, humming at first, but eventually I sang out, flooding the van with my voice.

So long to all my friends,

Every one of them,

Met tragic, ends.

With every passing day,

I'd be lying if I didn't say.

That I miss them all,

Tonight.

And if they only knew,

What I would say.