A killjoy is a killjoy for a reason. Not just because of your past but for what you do. And my reason for being a killjoy... I protect the ones I love...
"Make a decision already," Korse started, "either come with me and your friends and mutt will live. Or don't come at all and I will kill you, your friends, and everyone else you love. So what will it be?" he asked, tapping his white gun against his chin as if he was thinking.
I had a very strange feeling about this. One of us would get hurt no matter what, that's how Korse works. I know Korse like how I know the zones. He is a sick fuck and no matter what happens, someone will get hurt or possibly killed. I didn't want anyone to face that fate, but I had to choose... Either die with my friends... or go with the bastard and have my friends live.
I looked at Korse, then at my friends, trying to make decision. Korse groaned, "I don't have all day young lady."
I stared at my friends, ignoring the angry man. They all looked frightened from any possible death. I heard Spike whine, as if he knew what I would choose. "I'm sorry boy," I told the dog, hearing him let out a weak bark. Looking at Korse again, I let out a sigh and walked towards him slowly. He had a happy look on his face. I stopped midway walking towards him, his happy face disappeared.
I wanted to turn around and run to the people I can call family and stay with them. I wanted to give them all hugs and say that everything will be alright. I'd rather die with them than go with Korse.
No. Stop thinking about turning back. Do what's right. Have them save themselves and you hold the bad guys back. I thought.
I sighed and continued to walk to Korse seeing him smirk. "Now that's a good girl." He looked at his pink haired assistant. "Nastasia, handcuff her and take her to the van," Korse demanded, snapping long fingers.
My best friend, the girl I looked up to those past years, came up to me, obeying her boss's orders. She pushed her cat eye glasses up the bridge of her nose, grabbing my arms and putting them behind my back forcefully. She put a tight pair of silver handcuffs around my wrists, sending a little shock of pain from the tightness. As she handcuffed me I looked down at the sandy desert floor, my hot pink bangs covering my violet eyes so nobody could see me on the verge of tears.
Korse looked at the gang... no not gang... my family. "Well, I guess we'll get going then. See you all in hell." he simply said, a sound of cheer in his voice. He then looked at Nastasia and signalled her to put me in the white van.
As Nastasia dragged me away, I looked at my friends again, probably the last time I would ever see them. Looks of sadness were visible in their eyes. By now, I had a huge hole in my chest, and it felt like it will never close. "Bye..." I whispered, looking at the ground again, trying my best not to cry. I was going to be the hero, saving my friends. And if I was going to be the hero, I shouldn't cry.
Spike bark loudly, jumping in the air as I got closer to the van. My friends were calling for me and shouting at the bald man that could kill them. "You can't take her!" they would yell. They weren't going to do anything though. They couldn't do anything. All they can do is stay away and be safe. And all I can do, is nothing. I'll become a mindless worker, but this was for the best. If they will be alright then, I'm fine.
Nastasia shoved me into the white van, smiling at me and showing off her teeth. "Welcome to the family Jazzy," she gleamed, getting in with me and closing the van door, "now we can be best friends forever." She hugged me tightly.
I shook her off and looked down at the van floor, sobbing. "I didn't want this at all."
Nastasia looked at me. "Don't cry Jazz. You made the right choice." I felt Nastasia pat my back, trying to comfort me.
"I'll miss you guys," I whispered.
"Now let's finish this," I heard Korse say outside the van. Gun shots were heard, causing me to look up. I wasn't in the van anymore. I was back outside, but I was where the gang was. Korse smiled at me. "You made a mistake. You're a little liar." He pointed his gun at me. "I don't appreciate liars."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, holding my hands up and backing up slowly, staring at the bald man. "I said I would join your stupid company!"
"Yes you did, but you lied. I know you. I know you well."
I continued to back away from the mad man before bumping my foot on something. I looked at what it was and saw it was it was Fun Ghoul, laying on the ground, dead. His body had multiple gun shot wounds. Organs sprawled across his open stomach. Blood came out of his mouth. And there was gun wound in his forehead, his brains painting the desert ground.
I gagged as I saw the sight. Then I noticed everyone else. They all looked the same, but some had no eyes. Some had no tongue. And some looked like a bear mauled them. The sight was terrifying and I felt a tear slide down my pale face. I then vomited from the sight. This was just too much to handle.
I looked at Korse and saw he was just smirking. His gun was put away and he was chuckling at the sight. My eyes were wide. "What the fuck did you do you fucking bastard!?" I yelled loudly, feeling tears form in my eyes.
Korse laughed. "Awh. Is little Jasmine going to cry? How pathetic. And you call yourself a killjoy. You're a disgrace to all killjoys." He walked slowly towards me. "Maybe you shouldn't go around killing everyone. Even if it is fun." He pointed down and right below his feet was Nastasia, her neck slit, blood still coming out of it. Her eyes gauged out and her tongue cut out of her mouth, dried blood around her lips and on her cheeks. Multiple stab and gun shot wounds were on her. Her pink hair had blood on it. "I never thought a killjoy could do a lot of damage."
"What are you talking about?"
"You killed her."
"No I didn't!"
"Well who else could have done it? Of course I didn"t do it. Why would I kill my own assistant? Besides, you're the only one with her last time with a knife and look. You have the blood on your hands to prove you did kill her." He pointed at my hands.
I looked at my hands and saw he wasn't lying. There was dry blood smeared on my hands. I looked back at him. "I... that blood could be from anything!" I protested.
"Like what? My wife's blood?" he asked. "Remember how you killed her?"
"I didn't mean to!" I cried, having the images of her die in front of me flash in my head. That laser going straight through her head, her brains splattered across the wall. Seeing her fall to the ground hard, bones snapping. "I swear! It was an accident!"
"Keep saying that. Killing is no accident. Now... who else did you kill?" He paused. "Oh! My workers."
I laughed. "I admit, THEY were fun to kill." I smirked. "Those pussies couldn't put up a fight even if their life depended on it. And what did they loose? Oh yeah. Their life. Oops."
"Was killing your friends fun, dear?" he asked.
"What are you-"
"Oh! You think I killed them. Oh no! I'm not that cruel. I was bluffing." He gave me a stern look. "I didn't kill them Jasmine. YOU did." He laughed and pointed at me.
I shut my eyes tightly. "I would never!" I screamed.
"Get real," a feminine voice said. I opened my eyes and didn't see Korse, instead I saw a woman. She looked to be about my age.
"Woah. Where did Korse go and who the fuck are you?" I asked, waving at the girl who mirrored my move. All I got was a giggle. She finally responded.
"Look in a mirror. Oh wait... you practically are," she smirked.
That's when it hit me. What Korse said, how I killed all those people. How I'm looking at a girl right now. This was no ordinary girl. This was...
This was me. I was staring at myself without a mirror. But, this version of me was different. I was wearing a black mini dress and black boots with fishnets. My skin was paler than ever. My hair was black instead of the rainbow color it usually is. And my eyes... were red. "No!" I shouted. "That can't be me!"
"Oh but it is. I'm the real you," the clone said, pointing a white gun at me. "This is how you should be. A monster. Not some walking rainbow." The clone pulled the trigger and a white laser shot towards me. I was to shocked to move and before I knew it, the laser shot me in the head, making me fall to the ground.
The clone walked up to me, standing over me. "Pathetic." she said. "Luckily I'm here to show people the real you."
I heard myself laugh, but it was evil. My eyes closed. I didn't hear anything anymore and everything was just black.
Just the prologue people! I feel like this should be rated R... Meepalooza. If anyone watched New Moon I got this idea from it, where there is part of the ending but it turns into a nightmare. Yep! Yay for me being Twihard! I hope you like it! Hehe! R&R.