(Okay, Killjoys! I have the beginning of a new Killjoy co-fanfic with a couple other people. I hope you all enjoy! Oh, and now that I have that out, others can add to it!)
Chapter 1- The Beginning
“Why, hello again, my pretty lily.” he said to me, stroking my cheek. I flinched away from him, pulling on the ties that banded me to the chair. He laughed.
“You're so disgusting.” I spat at him.
He hissed pulling away. “Be careful what you do, I could have you gagged again.”
“Then you wouldn't get any information out of me.” I said, smirking. He glowered.
“Fine. Tell me, where are the others?” He asked, holding a knife to my cheek.
“I don't have any others.” I said, honestly. He scoffed.
“You're definitely in league with the Fabulous Killjoys, girl. Now tell me, WHERE ARE THEY?” The blade caressed my cheek, leaving a stinging cut across it. I only smirked in the pain.
“I don't know!” I yelled. “I wish I did.” I said. He laughed.
“Of course you do! But what if you didn't? Then, would you come back with me, and live the life I built for you?” he asked me. I laughed mockingly.
“Never in a million years. I'd live on my own. If I don't have a chance of finding them, then I would still stay away from your precious city.” I said.
“Why? Why cause so much pain when you could take it all away?” he asked me, pulling out a smaller knife, one he could cut me up, swiftly and carefully, so I would stay awake throughout the whole thing.
“I already told you this, Uncle Grant.” I let on a nice show, before he was going to kill me.
He grimaced, and pulled up one of my sleeves. He carved into there some design before holding the knife to my throat.
“You're a pretty girl, my lily, I would hate to see you fall. Now tell me, WHERE ARE THEY?” Again I laughed.
“No, Uncle, no. I won't tell you. I don't know. But the truth does not enter you thick skull so easily, and that's why these Fabulous Killjoys are winning. So kill me! Your next of kin! Your only heir! Kill me!” I challenged him. He growled, letting the blade kiss my throat....then he let go, and sighed.
“You're a nuisance to my whole city....but I cannot kill you.” He said. “Lily, you will be imprisoned in the city, and when the time finally comes, we will have to force you to take my place.” he told me.
“Alright, Uncle Grant.” I said, smirking.
“It's KORSE FROM NOW ON!” he yelled at me. I laughed.
“Of course, Mr. Korse.” I said. He groaned.
“Just get her out of here and into the holding quarters.” Korse growled to one of the Draculoids.
“Yes sir!” it said, wheeling me out of the trailer-like box I was in.
“You know, Uncle, you need to level up! You should have taken me into the city instead of putting me into that weird trailer thingy!” I yelled at him. He turned around and just grimaced before jumping into a car. I was being shoved out of the chair. My body was going to probably have bruises from how hard they handled me. I sat down in the back of one of the vans, flipping one of my handlers off. They ignored me and just got into the van. One of them blindfolded me and put a gag in my mouth before getting into the van. I laughed, even with the gag on. So barbaric.
Then there was an explosive sound. I stopped laughing to hear more. The van started rocking under me, and then I heard grunting and the fizzing sounds of lasers, shooting. They sounded close. I ducked under the back of my seat, so I couldn't be hit. I sat there, quietly. There was a little silence, and then a motorcycle buzzing away. Then, there was laughing and sounds of clapping. They were all male voices.
“Man! We got them good!” one of them said.
“Yeah!” another cheered. Then they all sighed and I heard footsteps.
“Okay, shortie, you get the clean-up.” the first voice said.
“Aww! Why not me!?!” the second voice whined. A new voice, one a little higher pitched, but not much laughed and said,
“Because you got it last time.”
“Okay.” the second voice grumbled.
“Now make sure you burn all of the bodies, even the ones in the vans. And make sure to check there isn't any hiding.” the fist one said. A new voice, one that hadn't spoken yet sighed.
“Yes, I know, I know! Yay! I get to burn stuff!” He laughed.
“Bye, shortie!” the second voice called, as he and the other three walked away. I felt my heart beating rapidly. Maybe if I pretended I was dead, he would leave me alone. I couldn't get the gag or blindfold off, since I was hand-cuffed. I grimaced to myself, and tried to think out a plan. The man that was left behind was obviously busy with getting the other Drac's bodies. I decided to play dead, and maybe he would leave me alone. I didn't look like a Drac, after all. Maybe he would leave mine alone. I knew it wasn't as smart, but the other plans, like running off with my blindfold and gag wouldn't have helped either. I lay down, and tried not to breath much. My shallow breaths were enough to keep my stomach and chest flat enough if he looked at me. I stayed still.
Then the footsteps came to the van. I stayed very still. It clomped around the front, then left, then the middle of the van, then left. It took him so long, I thought he wasn't coming back, but he did. I heard a gasp as the man saw me. He knelt over me, and cut off all my bindings and picked the locks on my cuffs. I stayed perfectly still, and hoped he would leave my “body” in peace. But no, he picked up my wrist and felt for a pulse, and of course he found one. I groaned inwardly.
“Well, well, well. They left you alive.” he said. His hands were warm, but his voice was a little muffled. “And you're awake right now.” he said.
“How could you tell?” I asked, my eyes still closed.
“You smirked.” he laughed.
“AWW MAN! How did I do that without even realizing it...must be a....” I opened my eyes slowly, and instead of finishing the sentence, I screamed. There was a short, demon-like figure...or something, right in my face. It was dark outside, and I couldn't see much. I jumped and kicked it square in the chest. It went flying backwards, out the door, and onto the ground. I chased after it, and stood next to it as it stood up, ready for combat. I did a round house kick and it ducked, grabbing my leg and twising it, so I lost my balance. As I fell, I said, “thanks for saving me and all, but really, I don't work with demons.” I hit my palms on the ground and hit him with my other foot square in the jaw. He growled and let go. I did a flip and now was standing up again.
“You've got moves.” It said, like it was having the time of it's life. I laughed, grinning.
“And I'm going to win. So you might as well give up now.” I said. He laughed, then.
“I never give up on a fight.” he answered. He ran at me like a bear, trying to tackle me. I grabbed onto his outstretched arms and flipped over him giving him a kick in the back so he stumbled and fell again. I stood over him, a foot on his chest, very close to his throat.
“Now do you give up?” I asked, playfully.
“No!” he shouted, taking my foot with his hands, and trying to spin me around. I kicked him in the jaw again and flipped around, so I was standing behind him. Then, knowing that I had the chance, I kicked him where it hurts most, and he screeched.
“Okay! I give in!” he squeaked, rocking back and forth on his knees.
“Good.” I laughed. I walked over to face him, and saw that the “demon face” was really a mask. I pulled it back and gasped. There was a man with longish black hair, staring up at me. His eyes were both showing pain, and curiostiy.
“I...oh...” I said, now regretting hitting him so hard. He shook his head, to show all was forgiven before falling over, unconscious. I laughed to myself, and picked him up, being only just shorter then he was, but also very strong, I carried him to one of the abandoned cars and turned it on. I drove out to my usual hideout, where I lay him down on my bed, and sat in the corner, watching him. Who was he? He almost looked familiar....almost... with the long day, and the cuts and pain from all the fighting, I fell asleep.
