Killjoys never die Chapter 2!

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Killjoys never die Chapter 2!

(I'm so so sorry! It's been so long! I hope you all still love it! Comments are appreciated. I love your input.)
I woke up, with a strange smell wafting through my hideout.
“Morning, sleepy. Do you like eggs?” said a male voice.
“What?” mumbled.
“You, I don't actually know your name, but you! Do you like eggs!?!” the voice said. I opened my eyes and groaned. It was that man I had dueled last night. From him I had bruises all over my arms. My arms were once burned in the fires, and now, they were more fragile.
“I...yeah. I do.” I said, standing up, suspiciously. I was wearing the clothes on from yesterday. My killjoy outfit. A white and black striped button up shirt with a black tie. My black leather jacket was lying over me. The man must have put it over me to keep me from being cold....how nice of him. My black skinny jeans and black and white striped converse were still in good shape. I thought they would have been hurt in the fighting....or the torture. I checked my cheek, and my neck. Crusted blood fell down from them as I rubbed them. I sighed and stood up, going to get a rag and wash off the crusted blood. The man looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Did you hear me?” He asked. I looked at him, smirking.
“I did, but I have to wash up before breakfast. Everyone knows that.” I said in a British accent. He laughed.
“Just tell me what you want with the eggs.”
“Water?” I asked. I never really had time, I was usually always getting myself busy with something, and never able to really work on making myself a nice breakfast.
“Any other food you would like?” he laughed.
“You really shouldn't.” I said, smiling as I tied my long, black hair back. The blue streak on the front fell forward, and I pinned it back so I could wash my face. I flinched as I washed my arms, trying to keep them from being seen by the man.
“Well, to thank you for not killing me, and taking me here, as a guest, how could I not? Plus.” he winked at me. “I've never had that much fun fighting in a long time. You have skill, and lots of it.”
I shrugged, which was a bad idea, since my arms hurt a lot. “It's nothing, really.” I said, through gritted teeth. The man noticed right away.
“You're hurt. Was it me?” he asked, worried, for a moment. I shook my head and kept washing. Then he was next to me, and took the cloth I was using. He started to gently dab my wounds, and I realized I was bleeding on my shoulder blades. He was so gentle, but I could feel the cool of the rag making me feel better.
“You seem really good at cleaning wounds.” I said.
“Yes, well, not to brag, but...” I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “I am the medic in my Killjoy team.”
“Really? What is your team, and who are you?” I asked.
“Who are you?” He asked me back. I shook my head.
“It doesn't work that way. You have to tell me first, since I asked first.” I said. He made a funny grumble, before he sighed and put the rag away.
He stood before me, a man of no more then 5'2”. His long hair was a little stringy from lack of showering, but his face was so beautiful, it made her want to cry with happiness. Who was this angel?
“I am Fun Ghoul of the Fabulous Killjoys. And now you.” He took a mock bow and winked at me. I shook her head realizing I was staring, but I couldn't help it. I did it. I had found the Fabulous Killjoys! Well, one of them, at least.
“I....I can't believe it. You really are Fun Ghoul? Of the Fabulous Killjoys!?! What?” I gasped.
“Wow, that's a long name.” Ghoul chuckled. I growled a little, deep in my throat, and he backed off a little.
“Fine. You'll get my name. I'm Blue Collar Doom, but people usually call me Blue. Nice to meet you.” I straightened my tie and smiled with narrowed eyes.
“You get so formal when your angry. You're sarcastic when you're scared. I like it.” Ghoul laughed.
“I wasn't scared when I fought you!” I said. My British accent always came out whenever I was angry or shocked, and now, well, it was one of the most shocking days of my life.
“OH! And you're English! Wow, I keep learning more and more about you.” He laughed as he sat down on what was probably the only chair. He crossed his arms.
“Ugh.” I sighed and sat down. Fun Ghoul just laughed, looking at me very curiously.
“So, tell me more about you?” He asked me. I sighed.
“What do you want to know?” I asked him.
“Well, for one, why by yourself? Aren't you afraid of being killed with no support?” He asked me.
I laughed. “No! If I die, at least I know I died a Killjoy, and fighting for the right thing.” I said.
“Are you looking for someone?” he asked me. I hesitated, biting my lip.
“Yes. My twin brother. He's.....missing. We were really close. Everyone else says he's dead, but I don't believe that.” I said. Fun Ghoul nodded.
“Tell you what? We'll help you! The rest of the Killjoys and I are going to help you find your brother!” He said. I gasped.
“No! I can't ask you to do that!”
“Nah, I transmissioned the guys. They'll be here soon! So, if you want to help me cook a breakfast for five....” I blushed and started helping him. I tried to stay cool on the outside, but on the inside, I was almost screaming of fear and delight. THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS ARE COMING TO MY HIDEOUT!!!!