We Are the Kids From Yesterday

The Sharpest Lives Are the Deadliest

It was a dark next week, Party spending most of his time inside, quiet and bitter. He'd flinch every time he heard a door open, always thinking, 'It's them, they're here for me.' He had been living in a constant fear until one day, Jet had came home. He had come with a fairly pretty girl, the three had all assumed was his girlfriend, but she wasn't, surprisingly. She had come to talk to Party.

"Party, this is Noir Angel," Jet said, leading the girl with long, black hair and a stern look on her face. "A Killjoy, she's here to talk to you."

"I don't trust her," Party said loudly, ignoring her as much as he could. He had learned the hard way to be very careful who he could trust, leaving him a list of explicitly Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star. No one else. He thought he'd made that quite clear, but apparently not.

"C'mon Party," Jet said. "Just talk to her. You don't need to let her into your life or anything she just... she seems to really want to talk to you."

"Jet, I thought I made it clear who I trusted," continued Party, glancing at him from a chair, bending back to look at him. "Don't make me take you off that list."

"Party."

"Fine!" he eventually agreed. "Noir Angel? What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you in private," she said sternly. Her voice was high, a bit too high to really be taken seriously but she appeared scary enough people would.

Rolling his eyes, Party led her to where they wouldn't be bothered before saying, "If you're gonna kill, please just get it over with. I wouldn't mind if I'm being 100% honest."

"That's not what I'm here for," she continued. "Here,"--she stuck out her hand-- "Call me Noir. Is it okay if I call you Party?"

"Call me sweetheart if you really want to," Party said sarcastically. "Just get this bullshit over with. I have better things to do."

"Like what?" Noir said, tossing part of her dark hair over her shoulders. The sun shining in from a window illuminated her caramel skin gorgeous as she continued, "Cowering and waiting for Korse or someone in S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W to just find you?"
"I mean, I guess so! What else do you recommend I do?"

"Party, that's exactly what I'm here for. I saw your posters up and I thought I'd be a good ally. I'm pretty squeaky in the world of Killjoys."

Party chuckled saying, "A good ally? What do you want to do?"

"Well, I have some ideas," said Noir calmly. Her face was tough and determined as she continued, "We need to take your weaknesses, anything Korse can find in you and take advantage of... and we need to destroy it. You need no weaknesses, nothing that he might be able to use against you."

"My weaknesses?" Who did this 'Noir' girl think she was? He had just met her, he wouldn't go around telling her weaknesses and how to make him vulnerable when he wasn't even 100% sure she was on his side. So he just sat and listened to her. Maybe she'd give him a valid reason to trust her but at the same time, he didn't know what he was looking for to trust her.

"Yes, your weaknesses," repeated Noir. "If we can make you immune to those, we can make you immune to anything but a bullet. I can help you, Party. Trust me."

"'Trust me'? You know what those words mean, right?"

"Obviously."

"No, I mean you know how serious those words are? Someone like me isn't gonna trust a little girl who one day told me too. Kobra, Ghoul, and Jet... the things we've done for each other are insane. I trust them Why should trust you?"

"Kobra, Ghoul, and Jet..." Noir said to herself quietly before saying louder, "They're your weaknesses. 'The things you've done for each other.' You wouldn't hurt them for anything, huh?"