Killjoys: Another storyline (Book #1: The Begining Of A New Time)

Expectant

Many hours had passed, Jet sitting silently in the corner of the low lit room. It was very silent, his blood on the floor near him from his wounds recently bleeding, though he did manage to stop the bleeding a few hours before. Every few minutes the light would flicker off for a few seconds and it would come back on afterwards, it became natural to Jet eventually to adjust his eyes even that happened. His right leg was shot several times in his recent fight and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to walk even if he tried. Despite all of it, he was more worried about Star. He hadn’t seen him since they were brought to the place, in which gave the worry of him being tortured or even killed. The quietness of his heart beating was now audiable to him, as was a very soft ringing in his ears from the deafness of the room. The room was quite large and the walls were painted light blue, with the floor and ceiling colored a tanish white. “Star...please be ok…”, he whispers into the silence, removing his sunglasses from his eyes and tucking them away in his pocket. Suddenly he’s startled by the door opening, Ghoul being thrown in onto the floor in front of him. His eyes widen, seeing Ghoul a bit battered, “Ghoul?! How did you get here? Are you alright?”. “...Jet…?”, Ghoul gets up on his hands and knees, yelping and pulling his right arm up against his chest since it ached. Jet tries to get up, but he hits his back against the wall unable to. Instead, he decides to just talk even if he really didn’t like it, “Ghoul what happened to you?”. Ghoul crawls over as the door slams shut, he sits by Jet holding his hurt arm over his stomach, “H--- if I know. I woke up in a room after I was shot in the battle field and then they took me here.”, “You look bad..”, “I feel like f---ing sh-- and I’m p---ed off.”, “Hey watch your language, sailor.”. Ghoul laughs weakly and looks over at him, “So you’re still gonna yell at me for cussing?”. Jet just sighs and looks at his leg, “I didn’t yell at you. I don’t yell at people unless I get mad and you know that. I’ve told you many times to watch your mouth.”, he says in response to Ghoul’s laughter. Ghoul wheezes a bit and holds his stomach, feeling too dizzy to laugh anymore. “This really isn’t the time for this sh--. Ugh, my head is f---ing spinning!”, Ghoul places his good sided hand on his head, “Those motherf--ers are gonna pay for whatever the f--- they did to us.”. “Wait, did you happen to see Star before you came here..?”, Jet asks in a concerned voice. Although he didn’t exactly want to bother Ghoul with the question, he couldn’t help but at least ask. With a slight frown, Ghoul says, “Yeah I guess. I heard from him, I didn’t um, see him. He said he was fine other than a bruise on his hip. I should mention Cheetah’s here too, they took me out of my prison after they brought him in. Oh and also, that stupid a-- smoke b---- is with them. Mind explaining why the f--- that piece of sh-- is here?”. Once again, Jet sighs and looks over at him, annoyed by his friends tempered curses, “He was helping Star get you and Kobra home form a bar, as far as I know. Excuse my language, but your dumba--es were drunk as h--- the other night.”. Despite the talking kinda being painful to him, Ghoul seemed to be distracted from the aches and throbbing pains in his body, “D---. We must have been really drunk, huh…”, he shuts his eyes and leans his head back against the wall. The silence bites into their ears, no noise audible if there was any. Until suddenly, the door opens and a BL worker walks inside, holding a shotgun, “Get up.”, he says in a monotone voice. Ghoul opens his eyes and trembles a bit before getting up, he wasn’t scared though, “What the f--- do you want with us now, f---er?”. The worker just blankly stares at him before looking at Jet, “You too.”, he says as he seems to completely ignore Ghoul’s question. “How is he supposed to if his leg is f---ed up?!”, Ghoul asks infuriated, but his voice kinda wispy. Jet pushes up against the wall and he slowly gets up, he tries standing on his shot up leg but he ends up tumbling back down on the floor, grunting a bit. The worker once again seems to ignore Ghoul and he points the gun to Jet’s head, “Get up.”. For a moment, Jet just sits there not really knowing what he should do. But quickly without thought, he stands up, even if his leg wants to give out from pain. Surprisingly, he stays standing and though he’s standing, he knows there’s no way he could walk on his shot leg. At least not on his own anyway. Ghoul looks over at the worker again, “Is it ok if I at least help him? It’s obvious he can’t walk, you b----. Your stupid a--es did it, you should know he can’t f---ing walk.”. The worker pulls the gun away from Jet’s head and looks at Ghoul, “Sure.”, he says. Ghoul pulls Jet’s arm around his shoulders and tries to support him, even though he’s very short compared to Jet. “Thank you.”, Jet whispers calmly, walking alongside Ghoul as the worker leads them out and into a hallway just like the holding hall. It was only lit by candles, but there were more making the hallway brighter. Jet tries to let off of Ghoul since he knows Ghoul isn’t very well at the moment, but he struggles with putting his weight on his leg. “You two are gonna be interrogated in the room down the hallway. Separately. Be lucky I’m nice enough to let you help each other walk around. Honestly I just don’t wanna hear the whining today.”, the worker walks ahead of them yet a little quickly now, walking to a door and opening it, “You first, Jet Star.”. Jet sighs and walks in, still being supported by Ghoul till he’s seated at a table. The worker leads Ghoul out and the door locks afterwards. The whole room was lit by an overhead light, brightening up the grey walls and even the tan, tiled floor. The floor in one particular spot had what looked to be blood, andt it was a bit fresh. There were a few other blood splatters here and there in the room but they didn’t look very recent. On the other side of the room there was another door just like the one he walked through before, written on it in bold black letters was ‘BL\Industries: Have you lived better today?’. It feels like forever till the door opens, the other door on the opposite side of him. A lady walks in accompanied by two BL workers behind her, she sits in the chair opposite of Jet Star. “My name is Rarity, it’s rather pleasing to see you this evening. You aren’t as absurd as others that have been here. I presume you’re the peaceful one of the killjoys?”, she says in a slightly classy accent. Jet just silently looks at her and seems confused, but he says nothing after nodding. Rarity crosses her legs under the table and places her hands on her lap like a queen would, “You aren’t much of the talking type? I guess not, since you probably don’t know why you’re here.”, “Why am I here then?”, “Some of the reasons I can not tell you for the B.L.I. safety purposes, but I must ask that you answer any questions to the fullest of your honesty.”, “I don’t lie, and I don’t ever intend to.”. Rarity shifts in her chair a bit and places a card on the table, it’s an old ID card, “We assume you and the set of the said ‘original’ killjoys used to live in the city, correct? We recently found some files on you four and this ID which belongs to you. Since you lived in the city before, we think we can try to give you guys a chance to be part of society again.”. This didn’t really seem to amuse Jet to the slightest, “Do you even know why we left?”, he asks calmly, yet his eyes shifted in slight rage. “I’m afraid no one in battery city knows, darling. I was hoping one of you killjoys could tell us.”, she rested her chin on one hand, propping it up with her arm and having a sly look in her eyes. It seemed to bother Jet that they suddenly found anything on the four of them, why would they be digging dirt up on him and the others only recently? The situation was strange, but the question wasn’t one he hasn’t heard before, “Well then, I guess I’ll tell you my side then.”. Jet sits up straight, remembering the exact day the four of them left the city, “It was 10 years ago we left, as you probably know. But before that, I was training myself how to fight hand to hand like my father, since he was a really swift kick in the face to anyone who crossed him. I was a calm fighter unlike him, but I had learned everything from my dad. I got my kindness and gentle nature from my mother, in which she contributes to why I left. As does my father. I was probably just 13, I think, when our door was kicked down one morning. I was just getting ready for school and I was waiting on a phone call from Kobra to pick me up. We were all supposed to ride in Poison’s car for the way to school, we had always walked together to school since about 3rd grade and he had managed to finally get a car even if he was a little young for it. As the phone rang and I picked it up, the door was knocked to the floor and bullet flew everywhere. I remember my dad yelling for me to run, and well, I did what my dad told me cause I never went against their direction. I dropped the phone and ran out the backdoor, I ran till I made it to school and when the boys got there I was a mess. Crying about how worried I was about my parents, that I left my friends behind when they were waiting for me. Poison just...he said it was fine and that we could ask the principal to go check on them. We asked and all of us went to check it out. The house was set aflame and two body bags laid in the lawn of what was left of my house. I stayed the night at Kobra and Poison’s house since they didn’t even have parents, though it was like they only needed each other. After that, I lived with them till we left, I trained all my friends to fight hand to hand and we ditched this h---hole.”. Drawn to the story, Rarity lifts her head up off her hand and looks at him emotionlessly yet interested, “So you left because you’re parents were killed? How do you know we did such a thing?”, “Well, it happened to Poison and Kobra, and I did mention the body bags, did I not?”, “Yes, but you can’t possibly think that leaving would do anything to help your parents or even yourself.”, “I know it won’t bring my parents back, but it may bring justice for their innocently taken souls. Being a killjoy makes me feel like I can help those people who lost what I did, and to help those who lost their lives just like my parents. It’s unfair that people die for no reason, but all anyone can do is help to prevent it from happening again. No one can stop a selfish government by themselves, ya know.”. The two workers look at each other and Rarity looks a bit irritated, the room goes silent for a second. Though, Jet breaks the silence and the fog of tension, “Any other questions, ma’am?”, he asks calmly. “Not at the moment.”, she looks over at one of the workers and nods her head towards the door, “Go bring him to the holding building while I take care of Fun Ghoul. I know that he’s gonna give me h---.”. The worker nods and escorts Jet to the opposite door, leading him down a hallway in silence. Jet limps alongside him, wondering how Ghoul’s interview is gonna go. Hopefully, there would be no bloodshed but knowing Ghoul, there may be. The worker leads him to a door and opens it, the hall being lined with what looked to be holding cells yet a lot like bedrooms. As far as he could tell, there was only a few cells occupied and right as he walks past them, he sees Star and Cheetah, as well as Dream. He’s lead into one near Dreams, right next to his actually. The door shuts and locks on him, he sits by the door looking in the hallway. “Hey is Star awake, Cheetah? Jet’s here.”, Dream says as the worker exits. “I dunno, probably not.”, Cheetah replies with, looking out the bars of the door, “Where have you been Jet?”. Jet sighs and looks around the area, the area being nearly darkness around him, “I was interrogated by a high level B.L.I. worker, and as we speak Ghoul is being interrogated too. We were locked in a room for a little while but of course I was there longer, though I’m now worried there was a reason they waited to interrogate me for so long. I’m afraid they may have waited till they had another original killjoy.”. Cheetah scoffs a bit, “Of course they did. Now tell us...what did they want from ya?”. “All she asked me about was why I left Battery city, then I’m pretty sure she got mad when I told her and she kinda forced me to leave. They found files on me and the guys and she even has my old Battery city ID. It’s pretty suspicious if you ask me, how they just recently found files on us.”, Jet says calmly, yet an annoyed tone hid behind it, he seems kinda upset though it couldn’t be seen through the dark alley. Cheetah peers over at Star’s cell and even if he can hardly see, he knows he’s asleep since there was no worried questions escaping the cell from the boy, “That is pretty strange, I have to agree. Let’s just hope they don’t already have Kobra and Poison.”.