Runaway

Fun Ghoul

I jumped up suddenly awoke by a strange noise. As I heard it, again I grabbed my ray gun and shuck Frank awake.

“WHAT! It’s too early to be awake” Frank Mumbled sleepily.

“There’s someone or something there.”

“And let me guess you’re scared”

Nope just thought you should know before you get killed in your sleep and blame me, but if you wished to get killed it’s your choice.” The noise suddenly restarted and we quickly shut up slightly scared.

I notices the sound sounded like the coughing of a sick person. I motioned to Frank to stay still and walked towards the person/thing. As I walked carefully round the boxes that were blocking my view of the intruder, 

 I took out my ray gun as to shoot at the first sign of danger.

As I continued on my way to were I thought the sound came from, a smallish figure came into view, unfortunately it was also holding a gun, but luckily it was a flimsy hold and slightly to the left. I could see that there was color on there clothing so it defiantly wasn’t a drac. The person moved further into a corner evidently hoping not to be seen in the darkness of the room (the sun was just rising and barely shining threw the window causing near to no light in the room) I could see blood trailing from were they were sitting to the door indicating that they were injured.

“It’s ok I’m not going to hurt you. Well not unless you try to hurt me first which is a perfectly reasonable explanation in witch to have hurt you.” I said to the person. “Let me help you. O’ and if it would not be a problem could you point you gun at somewhere other than my face. I mean yes I know my face is pretty but there’s no need to shoot me for it.” The Mystery person lowered there gun and slowly came towards me getting blood everywhere in the process of stumbling backwards and forwards almost as if they wanted to redecorate our floor with blood (there’s enough paint on it with out blood thank you very much!). Once they had reached me, I gave them my arm for support and guided them to my bed. I ran and fetched the first aid kit while Frank looked after the person I hadn’t even got to look over (I went to get the kit as frank was being extremely lazy and wouldn’t do it for me.)

As I, hurried back inside I became slowly grateful for the hours of first aid training I had done when the world was more normal. The wound was on the left thigh (and I’m not sure if the word deep was the right word). Either it was covered in sand and was obviously made by a very close up gun or a high-powered gun witch would mean they got another gun upgrade. I finished cleaning the wound (I never knew anyone could hiss so loud or even a bloody snake for that matter) and I had placed a bandage tightly around it, I finally was able to look at my patient.

They had shoulder length brownie-black hair, complex hazel-ish eyes and looked like a guy but with the height confused me, as they were too small to be a guy. They were wearing a green vest-like thing that had some kind of badges on it and a yellow top underneath. As I him, he looked curiously around himself as if our small shelter amused him to great extent.

“Is something funny, well apart from your face of course,” I enquired getting annoyed about his praying eyes rooming around our colorful makeshift home.

“I just can’t believe that someone as nice as you is on there own out here, hasn’t gotten killed and created something like this… It’s amazing.” He (The annoying mystery person) said. There was something slightly familiar about his voice but I passed no remarks on it.

“I didn’t make it on my own, I mean look at the paint on the floor I didn’t do that. Avenged! Where’ve you vanished to?” I called to/ asked Frank (I called him by his killjoy name, as I did not trust this guy, what he hasn’t earned it). As I did, I heard the most peculiar sound like a bunch of boxes falling onto the ground and each other.

“OWWW!” I heard a familiar voice shout. “What do you want me for, if it’s to cleanup a mess you’ve made you can forget it and do it for yourself, wouldn’t that be a sight to see. Nevertheless, no worries as I have the radio and I haven’t broken it! ... I think.”

“Then turn it on already.” As he did, Dr. D was talking in between songs “I’m sorry to inform you that we have reason to believe that Fun Ghoul has gotten himself ghosted. This is a terrible blow to us all. This next song goes out to all of you who love music and haven’t given up on life, stay safe and stay hidden. Keep all hope in your heats and you’ll get through tomorrow.”

“Great I’m missing for a few hours and they declare me dead, well that’s nice.” The mystery guy said.

“Wait hold-up and hit rewind. Your Fun Ghoul as in Fun ghoul of the fabulous killjoys!” shouted Frank stunned and more than a little star struck.

“Wait who” I said slightly confused, I mean yea I had heard of the fabulous killjoys and all, but I had a feeling that I knew this guy from somewhere else, from before BLI came around and fucked up life by so called ‘Fixing’ things and people.

“Yes. My name is Fun Ghoul. Yea I am a member of the fabulous killjoys. No, I will not sign your shoe or your pet spider.” He said shuddering slightly when he said spider.

“Well I’m Electric Thunder and this is Avenged Mishap.” I said introducing us. “May I ask as to why you’re here?”

“I got attacked by dracs about a mile away and this was the first shelter I found.”

“Are you sure it’s not just because you could sense that there were nice-ish people here with a first aid kid, who wouldn’t shoot you as soon as look at you, were sleeping. So subconsciously you decided to scare them to death and back by coughing like an old man dieing to convince them to, out of the goodness of there hearts?”

“Does she always go on like that.” Ghoul asked Frank.

“Pretty much, just wait until you actually do something wrong. That’s when she gives her longer more creative, sarcastic and a hell of a lot more colorful speeches.” Frank replied.

“That’s it I’m going to bed and then I’m going to fucking kill you most likely in your sleep or tomorrow. Now if you would kindly shut the hell up I would be grateful.” I kinda snapped at them. OK, maybe kinda’s an understatement.