Generation Nothing *A Fabulous Killjoy Tale*

You Want the Get-Down, Here Comes the Gang War

"Ghoul!"

He's on the ground, and my legs are weak. There's a silent moment where no one's moving, but it only lasts long enough for a pin to drop.

Star is still clutching the gasping Ghoul, clutching his middle. He's been shot.

He's been shot.

But he's not dead yet.

Party lets out an unintelligible scream, and I don't know what to do. But Star reaches into his holster, and pulls out a bandage that all of us secretly know won't do anything significant, as there isn't any blood to show. Weapons that puncture the skin haven't existed since the Analog Wars. He continues to simply hold pressure onto what looks to be Ghoul's lower side.

Ghoul is still making groaning sounds, showing pained signs of life, and Star shushes him, reassuring that everything will be okay.

"Damn right, I'll be okay, now get the hell off me!" Ghoul yells through his gritted teeth. He tries so hard to stand up, and he works his way to a sitting position.

"You're such an idiot!" Star cries as Ghoul struggles to stay upright.

Party comes back to his senses. "So what the hell happened?" he demands.

"Not a clue. We didn't see anyone! Best bet is a night Drac, but I couldn't say why they're stationed right now. You'd think they'd be deployed around Ravenkroft right now, especially if there's Runners getting ready to pass through. If they'd even anticipate another event so soon after us."

Ah, right. The Runners. I was supposed to be in that group headed to Ravenkroft, Kid too. Nonetheless, we're here. Far from Ravenkroft.

"Wait, so someone knows we're here?" Kid asks, still trying to conceal his fear.

Party's vigor returns, "I would think so." He looks around, angrily, glaring at the empty night air. And then he begins talking loudly, daring anyone listening to hear him. "Guess we'll figure something else out! Take down our men, eh? How about showing your face? Instead of sending your fucking vampire goons out on us? I fucking dare you!" He screams the last part, as if a camera were watching him.

"Party! You can't do that." Star grabs Party's arm. He's still holding his eye.

The fiery Killjoy looks down again, his anger diminishing. "How's your eye?" He questions.

"It grazed me, whatever it was. I can't see out of it." Star removes his hand. Oh shit. From the sclera to the pupil is nearly covered in red. It's not bleeding, but it's surely ruptured. He's trying hard to stay calm, to not show pain, but he's wincing with every breath. What does this mean? A Fabulous Killjoy with one eye? We aren't anything without our senses. Losing depth perception is losing a lot. But I know, when we get him cared for, he'll know what he's doing again.

Whoever shot at us surely knew what they were doing. I have this auspicious feeling in my gut that this wasn't a Drac. This enemy knew how to aim. And they surely aimed to kill. Fortunately, we know how to dodge.

Party paces around, with his head in his hand, trying to figure out what to do. Ghoul appears, standing up, but with a horrid limp. He holds his side, trying to look very tough, but it's not working. Ghoul is hurt, he's really hurt. He's still not gaining back the color in his face. He's white as a ghost.

"Ghoul, sit your ass down." Star chides with annoyance.

He stomps his foot feebly. "I don't want to. I wanna help." Ghoul sounds like a toddler. It would be funny, if everything weren't so dark and stressful. Kid is fumbling with his jacket, trying to occupy himself from the situation. There's nothing we can do. None of us are medically equipped, and Party's in charge of coming up with plans. He continues to walk in circles, mumbling to himself. This has been going on for quite a few minutes now.