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Fatal Threat: Long Road To Ruin CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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Fatal's mind tried to think, but it just wouldn't. It constantly wiped clean and refused to make a proper thought or even phrase. All she could hear was gunshots, and all she could see was blood splatters and how eminent the heartbreak was on Fun's face. Her pillars that kept her strong were now just a pile of debris. She couldn't rise from them. She knew that. Not anytime soon, at least. Not with the gang minus one.
"Kobra?" The widower said.
"Party!" He cheered, jumping up to the bars.
"Bro! Oh god, thank fuck I found you." He breathed out heavily.
"Yeah! Get me the hell outta here."
He pulled hard on the lock, but it wouldn't move. "Dammit…" He cursed. "Where's Jet?" Party continued, eyes glancing inside the cell.
His face fell, shoulders slumping.
"Kobra…?"  
He shook his head, staring at the ground. He opened his mouth, closed it, then reopened it. he brought his eyes to his brother.
"…We were in the cell… and…the guards came in… they told us to cooperate…he… didn't… got shot…" He explained.
Party gasped, voice dry. "Where?"
"…Throat."
"Is… is he okay?!"
He shook his head, eyes closed. "No… No, Party… He… he died almost instantly… they took his body, though…"
He was silent.
Fatal's eyes watered up and overflowed again. It was so natural, she didn't feel it coming.
She felt weird, though. She didn't even know Jet that long, and they weren't necessarily close…
But in that moment, she needed Party the most. Her mind snapped back like a slingshot, and she felt utterly stupid. She understood why Party would always go back to the enemy if that meant maybe getting back his brother. Even on the fifth time, he went no matter what.
It was love. Love is unconditional, and has no limits, and works in mysterious ways. They were so eager to jump in the car and retrieve the two because they loved them.
She hated the fact she needed Party, but he didn't mind. She looked up at him, her throat dry, but her cheeks soaked. She expected a savior all the time because Party would unconditionally find her, and there wasn't a doubt in their minds.
She felt like an asshole doubting it and questioning them and their motives. She reached out, and clutched Party's hand. She felt a faint squeeze back.
"Where… Where's his body?"
"…They took it… Testing or whatever…"
"What?! Where!?" Party's grip was tightening.
He shrugged, "I dunno, man…"
"Where's the key?"
"I dunno… some guard had it… I heard him say something about a furnace or something. Basement… something, I dunno."
"Dammit!" He yelled through clenched teeth.
"Can't we just make a makeshit key?" Fun asked.
"I don't think cell keys can exactly be copied." Fatal reminded, a bit glad to know she still had some of her cocky side with her.
"Okay, where did they test Jet?"
"I dunno!" Kobra cried. "Don't go looking for him, though."
"Why not? They'll find something and announce it to the public. But that's not fair, Michael! That's not fair! That's his private information! He won't be used on testing like a fucking rat then be thrown away. And everyone will fucking celebrate that a Killjoy's gone. No, Mikey! No!"
Party had lost it.
Kobra just stared at him with glassy eyes, not believing the fact he had said his real name. In the beginning of this era, they'd still sometimes call them by their birth names, but the authority got suspicious and almost caught onto it. So they just decided to quit it.
"… Dad…" Fatal whispered.
"Adder, no. We're going to find him." He snapped, wiping the tears off his face with his free hand.
Her heart dropped. Her real name hasn't been spoken in the longest time. The last time someone had said it was her good friend, Pluto. He had whispered it one night at the barn. Everyone was asleep on the ground, and Fatal had stayed up sitting in the corner, flipping through an old picture book they had found. Pluto was up too, and he had said the name.
Her heart nearly exploded. He then explained he had found some old writings Fatal had kept (that are now burned down along with the barn) and it had her name on them.
He was the only one that knew.
It's a shame he's a goner…
"Find the key, first…" He said, and carried on like he didn't even mention the name.
"I know. Fun," He turned to him. "Stay here with Kobra… in case someone comes back. Kobra needs to be protected too-"
"If something happens," Kobra said, looking at Fun. "Something that can't be controlled. You fucking run."
He slowly nodded.
"A-… Fatal, you're coming with me." After she nodded, he turned back to them, "Stay safe, we'll try to be back soon."
"Wait!" Fun called. "Why are we always being separated? Like… it creates more problems."
"Kobra can't be left alone!" He cried.
"Okay… okay." Fun whispered, and sat down near the cell, stroking Toxic's hair out of her face.

Fatal and Party went off to find either the guards (surely they'd run into them) or Jet's corpse. Minus two from the gang. Damn. Party was fucking shocked. He knew Jet for a long time now, and the fact he just got shot… just like that, and fucking died is mindblowing.
"…Why'd you say my name?" Fatal asked.
"Because," He said, "Not everything had to be serious."
"Then why haven't we said them before?"
"Too much was happening, if we revealed our real names, then we'd be dead and discovered in a second."
"They're gonna find out…" Fatal said cautiously.
"Trust." He winked, attempting to smile. "When we're away from here, we can say them."
A shiver ran up her body. Something to look forward to… Did anyone know Toxic's real name? She can't wait to finally just stop with the Killjoy names for a little bit. She felt like once she learns their real names, she'll really see them and become closer.
And right now, everyone needs to have someone a bit closer right now.

They went down a hallway which led to more rooms and branched off into more corridors. It wasn't necessarily a maze, but it wasn't mapped out well, so it was all confusing and frustrating. They kept walking and walking, trying to find a map or a sign, or something that would have some relevance to their search.
But they didn't find any.
They didn't find any clue at all to a guard with a key, or some place they'd be testing a Killjoy. Tearing up half of frustration, half of loss, they just wanted this over with. They didn't hear any sound, see anything peculiar, or even sense something.
"This is useless." Fatal groaned, wiping under her eyes.
"Don't say that." He defended.
He didn't want to believe it, but it was. He was so keen on finding this key and giving a little respect to Jet's life, and maybe burying him, but they couldn't find a single thing. They must've left awhile ago.
"Come on." Fatal whined after a little while. "We're not finding anything."
Without a word, but a grunt, he turned back. She followed him, sorry any of this happened. She hoped he knew where he was going, cause she sure didn't. The damn hallways look the same, and there's hardly any mark to pinpoint a certain spot.
Used to just their footsteps and sighs of frustration, they were past surprised to hear a gunshot. It was an initial reaction for Fatal to go armadillo and fold her arms, and press them against the sides of her head, and duck low. Party just crouched, and froze. When nothing else happened, they ran to where they hoped was the heart of the sound.
She didn't know whether to feel disappointed or happy to find it was only Fun breaking open Kobra's prison cell.
Disappointed cause there was no guard, and possibly no Jet to find. Or happy cause Kobra's free and they could all flee? She tried to stay positive, even when times like this seems so bleak. The only thing she wanted was to curl up and lay there. But she beat herself up and kept telling herself to keep pushing it forward.
It was a miserable, torturous cycle.
But from past experiences (and more or less just thinking too much, mostly as a third party outsider), things will be turning up for the better if she sticks with this cycle.
Herself as a thinker, hated it.

She tried to forget the gunshots, blood and looks of despair, but it was simply impossible. It was glued to her conscious. Because it was unforgettable in every way, that made it all worse. Forgetting it temporarily is a huge step to recovery, and she can't even do that. She glanced to Party's gun, a disturbing mental thought sneaking it's way in.
She forced herself to look away, and back to Kobra who was now standing outside the cell.
"Did you find Jet? Or any ideas?"
"Not one." Party grumbled.
He frowned. "Oh… Should we just go then?"
"No!" Party cried the same time Fun sternly said "Yes."
Everyone looked at him (except Toxic). "We need to go. He's gone."
Party bit in the inside of his lip. He really didn't wanna go. He wanted him to rest in peace, not announce it to the public and everyone laugh at them for their loss.
Fatal wanted to leave, she did. Just get the hell out of here and go back home where they belong. But she also wanted to stay, find Jet, and bury him properly.
Then she realized something. She considered herself smart, but it seems like she's just learning more and more obvious things.
But she realized that you don't always get to say goodbye. You won't always get your way. You'll lose a lot of times, but you'll also win some. Death is a part of life.
Tears dribbled down her cheeks again. She wanted to whine and whimper and complain, but she fought against the urge and settled for a sniff.

"Let's go." Party mumbled and turned around, grabbing Fatal's arm in the process.
They followed him through the corridors and foyers, till they finally met an exit door. He pushed hard on it, expecting it to be locked or stuck, but it gave in without a fight.
Dying sunlight touched the asphalt grounds and shone against the horizon. Air, half dirty, have cleansed came in and welcomed them to freedom.
Resisting the urge to look back, Fatal was the first to walk forward. Glancing around to the parking lots, the only car there was theirs.
She knitted her brows together and inspected the grounds. Did they seriously just leave? She slipped her wrist out of Party's grasp, and walked towards the car in the corner.
Glancing curiously around the corner, there was nothing but flat walls. She walked back to the ground, still confused.
"Where are they?" She asked outloud.
"Some things shouldn't be questioned." Party mumbled, but his eyes were slowly going over and above her head.
"Just come on." Fun mumbled, and led the group back where they should be.
Party unlocked the door. Very quietly, without rush, they climbed inside. Fatal thought it was a bit creepy to have a corpse in the car, still laying in Fun's lap. She didn't know he was so fond of her.
Slowly he backed out of the lot, and drove down the road.
The ride was silent.
Complete fucking silence.
They all wanted to scream, but the only sound they heard was the tires rolling across the pavement.

Fatal thought a lot. She was used to traveling alone for quite some time now, and all of a sudden she's attached to a group and cant handle it when two die? That isn't like her. She never allows people to get close. Not anymore, at least. If she sees a death, she'll give a prayer for respect, move on, and maybe shed a tear or two.
She wasn't used to this whole 'I love you so I'm gonna save you no matter what we're family' thing. Her heart got hid hard at the word: family.
She glanced around the car to the other Killjoys. Were they her family? Technically Kobra and Party was. But… were the others? Her skin was crawling. This idea both excited her and scared the shit out of her. Fun turned his head, so she got a good view of his profile.
Something within her felt like it was growing wings and trying to fly out.
She had a family.


Tears slipped down again. But it wasn't out of despair, this time. She had a family that cared for her and wanted her around, and would save her and risk their own health for her.
She's no longer just a travel buddy. Not just a rookie they recruited.
She mattered.
Party glanced rather shyly out of the rearview mirror, and strangely, she smiled.
He kept his eyes a bit longer, a touch of confusion flickering in his eyes, before averting them to the road again.
A flicker of happiness was attempting to keep itself aflame, threatened to be blown out by the harsh winds of depression. She needed to shield this flame. It couldn't go out. She'd be back to square one. Much time has passed, and she figured she was already making progress.

"Do you wanna bury her back at the diner?" Party asked.
He shrugged, thumbing the strands of hair off her neck. "Edge of six and five." He shrugged.
She frowned. He was so torn up. You could hear the tears building up in his throat. She wanted to reach out and hug him.
He nodded, and continued to drive. She looked out the window, watching the passing grounds of desert and occasional glimmering pieces of scrap metal. She could begin to see the tips of mountains begin to line across the horizon. There was a sign that had the number "2" on it. A few yards after the sign was another. It was much bigger, and said in dripping spray paint: "we're all gonna fucking die" with an x'd eyed smiley face with fangs peaking out near the corners.

No matter how much the hours dragged on, or how much the sky darkened till it was a smooth mass of darkness, it seemed like they were going nowhere. Nobody spoke, except for the occasional cough or sniffle.
The sound of tires going across the pavement, along with the pitch black environment and tiredness winning her over made her feel like a little innocent child that knew nothing bad of the world, being driven home from a family fun road trip. Where she'd then fall asleep in the car, and she'd be carried to bed.
She wanted to pretend that's what it was. She was dreaming of the scenario and quite enjoying it with her eyes closed.

The chilly night air of New Jersey, the stars sprinkled over the sky. Such a big sky that made them feel so small, and gave the impression that nothing really mattered. That they're such tiny people. That anything could happen. That just gave happiness. The air smelling of something fresh and familiar scents of whatever dad or mom would smell like. Something that smelled of safety and home.

"Gonna stop here… almost in four, okay?" Party said wearily, breaking her out of her daydream.

She opened up her eyes, and lifted her head from resting on the car and looked out the window.
Stretches of dirty sand, no stars in the sky, and definitely not anything like the East Coast. This sky didn't give the sense of happiness and 'forever'. It gave a sense of fear and suffocation. The outside out there didn't smell of childhood anymore. It reeked of cruel reality.
She rubbed her eye and looked over to the others. Kobra was dozing off on the far side of the car. Fun was reaching for the bar to recline back, and Party was pulling out the keys.
She frowned, tears wanting to burst again.

When exactly did the world become so fucked up?
Short chapter-ish.
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