~the next day~
I walked numbly back to the BLI base, hating the world. Why did I have to go? Just because I was his girlfriend? Whose fucking idea was this, anyway? This is so not fair.
I pressed the buzzer on the door, and it opened immediately. I wondered idly if I had such easy entry, why couldn't I just walk in and take them down myself?
I knocked on Korse's door, and he threw it open. He didn't give me any time to say anything before he started ripping off my clothes.
"Whoa," I said. "Hold up. I don't really want to do this." Yeah, right. More like, I really would like to shoot you in the balls right now so I'd never have to go through this again, you family-killing, brainwashing son of a bitch.
He smiled crookedly. "Aww," he mocked. "Little Gifty Wifty doesn't want to fuck? Oh, I should have asked."
He pulled me in closer and entered. I screamed, but it wasn't a good scream. It was a "what-the-fuck" scream.
Before, I might have said, "Oh, he's really sweet when he's not like this." But now I realized that he was never sweet. The "sweet" air is a mask that he wears 'cause he's evil. Pure, unadulterated, family-killing, brainwashing, raping, evil.
After the whole raping ordeal, he and I were walking around. He gave me a kiss on the cheek like he was an actual human being.
I stopped in front of a wall. The words on top said, "WANTED: THE KILLJOYS." Four very familiar faces were directly under it, but they were all in black and white except for a red "X" and the word EXTERMINATE. Under that were many other smaller pictures.
"What's a killjoy?" I asked Korse politely.
His fists clenched. This ought to be good.
"They're stupid, loudmouthed, obnoxious bastards who think that rules don't have to be followed." He was glaring at the WANTED board, his face like a tomato. "I hate them all." He pointed over to a guy in a weird white mask with his mouth open wide. "Draculoids are there to get rid of them."
Ahh. So that's a drac. "Well," I said. "Getting rid of them sounds like a good idea to me. Laws are meant to be followed." I don't know where that came from, but it sounded good to me.
He smiled his gross, evil smile. "Well, dracs are trained to shoot them on sight, but sometimes they just get captured." He pointed to the pictures of Poison, Ghoul, Kobra, and Jet on top. "Once we capture those bastards, for instance, we'll leave them in jail and torture them for a very long time." He sounded so sick and twisted. I wanted to punch that smirk off his face for even thinking about hurting Party Poison, but I kept my cool.
"Where do you take the captured killjoys?" I made it sound like a dirty word.
The smirk fell off his face. "We have a dungeon of sorts downstairs."
Ahh. I guessed that was what we were looking for. "Can I see it?"
"NO!" he screeched, smacking me across the face.
I swear to God I am going to kill him.
Sitting around the fire later that day, I was telling them my findings. "They said that they have a dungeon or something," I continued, stroking Grace's hair. "I think that's where we should-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
I stared at Ghoul. His face was even redder than Poison's hair. "Uhh..." I said, dumbstruck.
"You think you belong here, but you DON'T! You can't make the plans! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE US ALONE!"
Party Poison's hand moved toward his ray gun. His death glare was fixed on Ghoul, his other hand clenched in a fist. He looked absolutely murderous, but before a fight broke out, Jet ran toward us. "We have a problem," he growled, pointing out toward the horizon. I looked over there. A black car was riding toward us, flanked by two white motorcycles. In the driver's seat was my dear, dear Korsie.
"Fuck," Poison groaned. Shivers went up my spine.
Ghoul ran over to a white car that I'd never noticed before. Jet pulled out his ray gun, so pulled on my mask and followed suit. Grace's hands went over her ears. We shot at them for more than fifteen minutes, but we couldn't land a shot. They were too quick. So, we piled into the car. I got shotgun, but I wished I hadn't: Ghoul was driving.
We drove for a few hours in stony silence, Grace asleep on my lap. He was constantly muttering to himself. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Why do you hate me so much?"
He took so long to answer that I was afraid he hadn't heard me. "You're Korse's girlfriend. You were associated with BLI. I need no other reason."
Here we go again. "But I fucking hate BLI! I thought we'd been over this. I wouldn't be his girlfriend if it didn't help you guys! Why would I want a boyfriend that hits me and rapes me and brainwashes me? Who wants that, anyway? I need a better boyfriend, someone like-" I caught myself before "Party Poison" slipped out of my mouth. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Luckily, Ghoul hadn't noticed. He was gripping the wheel so hard that I was worried it was going to be crushed. "I don't care," he said through clenched teeth. "Anyone who remotely associates with BLI is no friend of mine. BLI killed Atomic Jumper."
"Who's that?" I asked timidly.
I was worried that he was going to hit me. Then, he did something even more surprising: He stopped the car and started crying. And I don't mean "crying" like a toddler who dropped their favorite toy. I mean crying like the horrible, heartbroken sobs of someone whose entire life was just destroyed.
"She...she was my love," his sobs were uncontrollable. I pulled him into my chest and stroked his hair. "We had...been in love...ever since BLI...was founded....and then...she was...going to have...a baby...and we were so excited....but then...dracs came...and we were separated...and then...." He gulped. "It was so... unceremonious!!! I...didn't even know...and then..." He blew his nose in my hair. I tried not to mind so much. He was making me cry too.
We sat there like that for a while. Finally, I said, "Well, reason to hate BLI number six." He looked up at me. "Don't worry. I'm going to make it up to you."
He started muttering to himself again. I noticed that he was saying the same thing over and over: "Frank....Frank...Frank..."
He looked into my eyes. "I am. Frank is my real name."
We didn't say anything else. Eventually, Frank's sobs stopped and his breathing became low and even.
All I hoped was that we'd already lost the dracs.
Haayyy bet you all didn't think Atomic J was a GIRLL!!! HAHAHA but seriously writing that made me fucking cry. And D'AWWW Frank is cuteee....
And also, how did you guys like SING on Glee? I didn't think it was too bad, I mean I definitely wouldn't have paid money to see it, but they could have done worse. What REALLY pissed me off was how at the end they were all "oh that song's not good enough for regionals blah blah" and I was like FUCKING NO OK IF SING ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU THEN WTF IS HUH?? BECAUSE SERIOUSLY THE ONLY SONGS IN THE WORLD THAT ARE BETTER THAN THAT ARE ALSO BY MCR SO YOU ARE FUCKING STUPID AND IF I WAS A JUDGE AT REGIONALS THEN YOU WOULD AUTOMATICALLY WIN IF YOU SANG THAT SONG SO I THINK THAT YOU ALL ARE FUCKING STUPID AND YOU SHOULD GO DIE.
And that is my rant, I hope you enjoyed it.