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I opened my eyes to find myself in the Trans Am. Fun Ghoul was driving and he smiled to me through the rear view mirror. Kobra was reading some sort of magazine with a most concentrated look upon his face.
I was snuggled into Jet's arm, my head resting on his sleeve and my body curled up beneath me for warmth. I turned my head to see Party asleep also, his head resting against the window as he snored softly. I sat up stiffly and rubbed my eyes but I was stll tierd. I slumped back down again, exhausted. However, this time I made myself comfortable by burrowing into Party's arm. He moaned as he awoke,
"Fun, if you're asleep on me again, I swear I'm gonna...oh!" He spoke groggily, but I could almost feel his smile when he realized it wasn't Fun. I sighed and started to fall back into a deep slumber.


Party Poison's POV.

I watched her, smiling as she drifted off back into her dreams. She started to snore, mumbling every now and again.
Fun Ghoul spoke as he drove the car,
"She's a good kid, troubled but she means well." I just nodded, looking at her peaceful face; so different to how it was last night. I frowned as I remembered the way she screamed and sobbed.
Another thing I noticed about her, she always wore long sleeved jackets or sweatbands. That made me worry, it could just be me but I had to know if she did or has been hurting herself. I don't know why but I felt I had to protect her. I haven't felt that way since my last 'daughter' died. Shockwave made me happy again and I didn't want to lose her, I didn't want to see her sad, struggling to cope with her life. So I checked.

I took her sleeve gently, being weary not to disturb her. Fun saw and slowed the car to a halt, frowing. I pulled back the fabric, everyone's eyes were on me. I turned her wrist over and I swear my heart just sunk. Upon her youthful, suntanned skin were row upon row of silver scars. Kobra dropped his magazine and stared,
"Party look." he whispered."Some spell out names."
I traced the rigid white lines, making out the words;
"Mum, Cyanide Heart, Rocket Blast, Nightmare Lover, Toxic Bomber, Neon Mist..."

A huge list of names. a huge list of the dead. There was a recent one, still red and bleeding a little that read, "Snakebite". I pulled the sleeve back down. I didn't want to see it for any longer. I moved slightly, holding her with both my arms in a sort of hug. The car had lapsed into an exceedingly awkward silence.

Suddenly there was the roar of an engine but it wasn't our car.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" Fun Ghoul muttered, his car door was flung open and two gloved hands yanked him out. Jet and Kobra were snatched out after him. Shockwave jolted awake, her eyes terrified and large. Only then did notice those gleaming yellow iris's, they seemed so familiar somehow, I swear I've seen them before.
There was a shout from outside,
"Party Poison!! Return my master's property to me...NOW!!!" I stiffened, recognising the voice... it was Korse.

Shockwave knew who it was too. She started to sob into my sleeve shouting back,
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE USED ANYMORE! TELL MY FATHER TO PISS OFF!"

I heard a slam and a cry of pain. I opened the car door and got out, forcing Shockwave to stay put. Fun Ghoul was face down on the front of the Trans Am, bleeding from a gash in his cheek. Korse was smiling and pointed to my brother, Jet and Fun in turn,
"Give me the girl, or they all die, Party."