Please read. Short, oneshot fanfic.

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Please read. Short, oneshot fanfic.

Okay, so I lost someone recently, and It's been kinda hard......Jinxx's emotions in this are how I felt when I first got the news, except this is after she learns of her friend's, the killjoys deaths. Sorry it's so depressing.....But this one's for you, Uncle J. Even though you hadn't a clue who MCR were. Ah well.

The fire was warm, but I felt cold all over. I sat in front of my car, my radio beside me. Dr D was talking, but I couldn’t listen. I couldn’t hear him. Not after what he had just said.
Party Poison, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid were dead.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t function. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, but all I could do was sit, mute, unable to convey my emotions at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Jet Star’s fro, a halo of hair that lit up in the desert sun and made him look like a crazy angel with a ray gun. Fun Ghoul’s sly grin, his mischievous eyes……How quiet Kobra Kid was, hiding his deadly kung fu skills until they were needed…….and Party Poison. His amazing leadership skills, how he got so angry with himself when things went wrong, and, most of all, how much he cared for everyone else. Always making sure each of his gang were okay, and taking the death of every killjoy exterminated so, so hard. He cared about people, always had, and it was that care that had gotten him killed. He had cared enough to come back for me when I had been happy to die for them, and had always checked up on me when he called to Dr D’s.
I was really going to miss them. All of them. There would always someone missing when we sat in the diner, one less Trans Am roaming the Zones.
Things would never be the same without them. Well……they would and they wouldn’t. Life would continue on as it always had, even though the world was an ugly, ugly place where good men died for nothing. I would have to get on with things, despite missing them every day. I just couldn’t believe that they weren’t there anymore. That I would never bump into them again, that they would never turn up to help in the middle of a fight……
But that was how things worked in the zones. Live fast, die young, and, when your comrades fell before you, pick yourself up and move on.
I knew I would recover from this. I was Jinxx Cyanide after all, and I was strong. But for now, I was angry, I was hurt and I was grieving.
I buried my face in my hands and cried.