Killjoy one shot

Story 1

Dark Memento POV
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Mask down. Gun up. It's what I've beMask down. Gun up. It's what I've been taught ever since the fires of 2012. Since the helium wars in 2017. It's what I know now and hold true during the countless fights with the Dracs. I stand a little bit away from the rest of the pack, I don't like fighting in a group. I feel to enclosed and tied down. It's one thing that makes me different from Crash. Although we both are uncomfortable around people in general she is better in a group, better with support, where as I am better by my self.
         Right now I am as far away as I can be without being exposed from the cover of our Jeep and an old, beat up Trans AM. Crash and I had been joined by the four most wanted killjoys in all 6 zones and in battery city. What a surprise it was when we had gotten to the fight and the Trans AM drove up, the four jumping out and joining in. Probably saving our lives.
       Coming out of my mind place  I ghost another Drac. Aim. Breath. Fire.  Repeat. I ghost another. There's gotta be a dozen left but between the six of us it will be easy to take them out. I glance over to locate Crash, to make sure she's still doing okay. She's fine, she stands by Fun Ghoul who is only a little taller then her. All of them look determined, shooting at every Drac they see. It's my checking in on Crash that causes my downfall. As I turn back to the remaining Dracs I'm hit. White pain spreads from my shoulder, down through the rest of my body.
           'Shit!' I cry out, my hand flying to my shoulder. I turn my body and shoot, ghosting the one that shot me. I quickly duck down safely to the shelter created by my car. The words fly out of my mouth loud enough to get the attention of someone. My mind races and my vision sways when I see the blood. My whole body begins to shake, i feel the bile rise in my thoat. Not blood, anything but blood. Crap crap crap crap crap.
       Black dots appear in my line of vision. The pain that is spreading from my shoulder to my head is almost unbearable. I let out a frustrated scream as I press down on the wound to stop the bleeding. Someone's hand is on mine. Someone is yelling at someone to calm down. The voice that is yelling is connected to the hand that's on my shoulder.
        'Guys! Ghost the Dracs then come here!' Someone shouts urgently. Judging by his hair it's Jet star. I could be wrong though, his hair could just be part of the blackness spreading across my vision. I have to fight the darkness away, I have to stay conscious. But alas that is very hard when sleep sounds so nice. I groan in pain then try to force the hand off of me.
         'I'm fine.' I weakly mumble to Jet Star. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with this person so close to me considering we only just met. His hand is stronger than mine, I easily lose.
          Just then a face that I am comfortable with comes into view. Crash Kat. Crap. She's no doubt freaking out right now. Judging by the shouting and the hand on her arm I'm guessing she is.
         The hand is removed from my shoulder so I try to lean forward, to tell her I'm fine. I find that I can't, jet is holding me back again, his strong hand keeping me from helping my friend. My jacket is now being taken off and I'm finding it hard to concentrate. A wad of something white is being pushed up against my wound. I cry out in pain again, wishing that all this would be over.
         'Can you walk to the car?' A voice asks. It takes me a moment to realize that the voice is directed at me. I nod slightly and try to stand up, only to be falling back down again. Arm catch me and I'm lifted into the Trans AM.
         'I'm not leaving him!' Someone yells, they sound close to tears. The voice belongs to Crash. She is sitting on one side of me, jet on the other.
        'Okay, I understand.' Someone with red hair says as he gets into the drivers seat. Party Poison. A tall, blond man gets in next to him. Kobra Kid. 'I'll have Ghoul follow us in your car.'
        Crash nods and turns to me, looking scared. I grab her hand and squeeze it to reassure her that I'm fine. Then I pass out.
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When I wake up I'm in a bed. The first thing I hear is Crash gasping and yelling 'he's awake!' She's at my side in an instant, saying stuff to me. I begin to rub my eyes but am stopped by a pain in my right arm. The sharp pain makes me want to puke so to stop myself I focus on her words.
         'Holy crap you're awake! You were shot Dark! Freaking shot! I was so scared.' Her words tumble out of her mouth in an anxious fashion. I give her a smile and glance at the door. Jet is standing in the door way, simply watching. How long has he been there? Where am I? How did I get here? The questions bounce around in my mind. Crash seems pretty okay with being here, other then the fright from me getting shot.
         'Well, I'm okay now.' I start as Jet begins to walk over to us. Crash doesn't back away as he nears, she barely pays any mind to him. She sits holding my hand looking both worried and relived.
        'How you feeling?' Jet asks as he comes up next to the bed, right next to Crash.
       'Like crap. Where am I?'
        'Zone 6. You're at Our base, in my room actually.' Jet responds, looking around. 'You hungry?'
        I nod even though I'm not. I was hoping to get him out of the room but instead he turns to Crash and asks her to go get the food. She glances at me then stands up and walks out of the room.
        'She hasn't left this room is 4 hours.' Jet says as Crash leaves. 4 hours? Holy crap. I can only sigh then left out a small laugh.
        'Yeah that's her. She worries about everything.'
        'I can tell. You should have seen her when you passed out.' He says lightly, then asks 'you wanna sit up?' I can only imagine what she did in her freak out mode. It's almost like paranoia kicks in and makes her crazy. 
        'Yeah, my backs killing me.'
    Jet then helps me sit up, making sure my arm stays in place he puts a hand on my back to lift me up from my lying stance. Once I'm sitting up I begin to feel the pain from my wound. Letting out a breath from gritted teeth I try to adjust my self. With slow movements I'm able to get my hurting arm into a better position.
         'If you want we have some pain Meds.' Jet says after watching mr sit in pain. He hands me a glass of water and a pill bottle with the BLI logo scratched out. I take one out and quickly gulp it down, the water feels good on my parched lips. All to soon I have to set the glass down.
         'Thanks.' I say, grateful for the Meds and water. Crash then comes back in holding a can of powder pup. She glances at Jet then hands it to me.
        'Thanks Crash. I'm freaking starving.' I lie. I'm anything but hungry but I still take a few bites of the gross stuff just to please her and Jet. Once I've eaten about half the can I set it down on the rickety wooden night stand, next to the pill bottle and glass. On the table next to these things are my mask, gun, and sunglasses. My jacket sits on the back of the chair Crash is in.  Jet had insisted on checking my bandages, it took a bit of persuasion from both Jet and Crash but I had caved.
       My shirt was pulled off and set on the side of the bed. Jet was at my side and was tenderly undoing the bandages around my shoulder and upper arm. I couldn't look, there was to much blood. The sight of blood made my head sway and my body shake. I looked over at Crash who was still sitting in the same chair, looking anxious. I held out my good arm, taking her hand. We would never date but being so close as best friends we had a weird, constant need to be holding hands.
        She shows off a small smile. I smile back, doing my best to ignore the white hot pain.
        'Crash. I'm gonna be fine, I promise.' I assure her. I am, the wound is nothing large. It would heal fine.
        'I know.'
     Pretty soon I'm pulling my shirt back over my head and thanking Jet Star.
        'Wanna go out and officially meet the others?' Jet asks. I was taking that as my all clear to not have to be on 'bed rest'.
       'Yeah, I'm already tired of this bed.' I say, patting the mattress with my hand.
      I swing my legs over the side and put one hand down onto the mattress. I push off with a groan, grasping the back of Crashes chair to balance myself. She jumps up and grabs my good arm, making sure I'm okay.
      'I'm good. I'm good.' I reassure anyone who can hear me. I take a step, finding that I have regained my balance I follow Jet out into a dining area. The white walls are fit with small holes and peeling paint. The tables and booths still stand In there, what appears to be, original positions. Across from metal and glass doors there's a checkered bar top fit with silver and light green bars stools. The bar stools match the tile floor. On the bar stools sit two men. Party Poison with fiery red hair and A blue jacket is on the end, digging into a pack of crackers. Fun Ghoul sits next to him also eating out of the pack of crackers. His green vest is on the table, exposing his black and yellow shirt and Green ray gun That sits in his holster. A tall, lanky blond stood behind the counter wearing a red leather Jacket. That would be Kobra Kid.
      Of course I only knew their names from the EXTERMINATION and most wanted posters. Unlike Crash who had hastily met them during the Drac fight, I had never talked to them.
    Crash slowly walked over to the chair next to Fun Ghoul.
     'Uh guys.' She starts, they all turn to her.  'This is my friend Dark Memento.' She motions to me with open arms.  I offer up a small smile and a slight wave of my good hand.
        'Hey man! I'm Fun Ghoul. Crash hasn't shut up about you.' Fun ghoul says cheerfully. Crash blushes and looks down.
         'I don't doubt it, she loves me like her own big brother and I love her too, were partners and we care for each other. I don't know what would happen if I left or she got hurt...' I trail off, this makes Crash blush even more then jump up and pull me into a hug, being carful of my hurt shoulder.
         'I love you too you idiot. Please don't ever get yourself shot again.' She says quietly. I smile and look down at her.
         'So,' I say, knowing what could embarrass her even more. 'What exactly did you do when I passed out.'
         She pulls away and I give her an evil grin.
          'Oh gosh.' She says back. A hint of fright, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. It makes me laugh.
          'Well Dark,' Party starts 'let me tell you.'
            Crash sighs,
         'I'm not getting out of this am I.' She says defeated.
          'Not a chance.' I say back.
          'Well in my defense I thought you were dying.'
          en taught ever since the fires of 2012. Since the helium wars in 2017. It's what I know now and hold true during the countless fights with the Dracs. I stand a little bit away from the rest of the pack, I don't like fighting in a group. I feel to enclosed and tied down. It's one thing that makes me different from Crash. Although we both are uncomfortable around people in general she is better in a group, better with support, where as I am better by my self.
         Right now I am as far away as I can be without being exposed from the cover of our Jeep and an old, beat up Trans AM. Crash and I had been joined by the four most wanted killjoys in all 6 zones and in battery city. What a surprise it was when we had gotten to the fight and the Trans AM drove up, the four jumping out and joining in. Probably saving our lives.
       Coming out of my mind place  I ghost another Drac. Aim. Breath. Fire.  Repeat. I ghost another. There's gotta be a dozen left but between the six of us it will be easy to take them out. I glance over to locate Crash, to make sure she's still doing okay. She's fine, she stands by Fun Ghoul who is only a little taller then her. All of them look determined, shooting at every Drac they see. It's my checking in on Crash that causes my downfall. As I turn back to the remaining Dracs I'm hit. White pain spreads from my shoulder, down through the rest of my body.
           'Shit!' I cry out, my hand flying to my shoulder. I turn my body and shoot, ghosting the one that shot me. I quickly duck down safely to the shelter created by my car. The words fly out of my mouth loud enough to get the attention of someone. My mind races and my vision sways when I see the blood. My whole body begins to shake, i feel the bile rise in my thoat. Not blood, anything but blood. Crap crap crap crap crap.
       Black dots appear in my line of vision. The pain that is spreading from my shoulder to my head is almost unbearable. I let out a frustrated scream as I press down on the wound to stop the bleeding. Someone's hand is on mine. Someone is yelling at someone to calm down. The voice that is yelling is connected to the hand that's on my shoulder.
        'Guys! Ghost the Dracs then come here!' Someone shouts urgently. Judging by his hair it's Jet star. I could be wrong though, his hair could just be part of the blackness spreading across my vision. I have to fight the darkness away, I have to stay conscious. But alas that is very hard when sleep sounds so nice. I groan in pain then try to force the hand off of me.
         'I'm fine.' I weakly mumble to Jet Star. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with this person so close to me considering we only just met. His hand is stronger than mine, I easily lose.
          Just then a face that I am comfortable with comes into view. Crash Kat. Crap. She's no doubt freaking out right now. Judging by the shouting and the hand on her arm I'm guessing she is.
         The hand is removed from my shoulder so I try to lean forward, to tell her I'm fine. I find that I can't, jet is holding me back again, his strong hand keeping me from helping my friend. My jacket is now being taken off and I'm finding it hard to concentrate. A wad of something white is being pushed up against my wound. I cry out in pain again, wishing that all this would be over.
         'Can you walk to the car?' A voice asks. It takes me a moment to realize that the voice is directed at me. I nod slightly and try to stand up, only to be falling back down again. Arm catch me and I'm lifted into the Trans AM.
         'I'm not leaving him!' Someone yells, they sound close to tears. The voice belongs to Crash. She is sitting on one side of me, jet on the other.
        'Okay, I understand.' Someone with red hair says as he gets into the drivers seat. Party Poison. A tall, blond man gets in next to him. Kobra Kid. 'I'll have Ghoul follow us in your car.'
        Crash nods and turns to me, looking scared. I grab her hand and squeeze it to reassure her that I'm fine. Then I pass out.
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When I wake up I'm in a bed. The first thing I hear is Crash gasping and yelling 'he's awake!' She's at my side in an instant, saying stuff to me. I begin to rub my eyes but am stopped by a pain in my right arm. The sharp pain makes me want to puke so to stop myself I focus on her words.
         'Holy crap you're awake! You were shot Dark! Freaking shot! I was so scared.' Her words tumble out of her mouth in an anxious fashion. I give her a smile and glance at the door. Jet is standing in the door way, simply watching. How long has he been there? Where am I? How did I get here? The questions bounce around in my mind. Crash seems pretty okay with being here, other then the fright from me getting shot.
         'Well, I'm okay now.' I start as Jet begins to walk over to us. Crash doesn't back away as he nears, she barely pays any mind to him. She sits holding my hand looking both worried and relived.
        'How you feeling?' Jet asks as he comes up next to the bed, right next to Crash.
       'Like crap. Where am I?'
        'Zone 6. You're at Our base, in my room actually.' Jet responds, looking around. 'You hungry?'
        I nod even though I'm not. I was hoping to get him out of the room but instead he turns to Crash and asks her to go get the food. She glances at me then stands up and walks out of the room.
        'She hasn't left this room is 4 hours.' Jet says as Crash leaves. 4 hours? Holy crap. I can only sigh then left out a small laugh.
        'Yeah that's her. She worries about everything.'
        'I can tell. You should have seen her when you passed out.' He says lightly, then asks 'you wanna sit up?' I can only imagine what she did in her freak out mode. It's almost like paranoia kicks in and makes her crazy. 
        'Yeah, my backs killing me.'
    Jet then helps me sit up, making sure my arm stays in place he puts a hand on my back to lift me up from my lying stance. Once I'm sitting up I begin to feel the pain from my wound. Letting out a breath from gritted teeth I try to adjust my self. With slow movements I'm able to get my hurting arm into a better position.
         'If you want we have some pain Meds.' Jet says after watching me sit in pain. I would unusually be wary about taking Meds from someone I don't know to walk but the amount of pain I'm in over rules that. He hands me a glass of water and a pill bottle with the BLI logo scratched out. I take one out and quickly gulp it down, the water feels good on my parched lips. All to soon I have to set the glass down.
         'Thanks.' I say, grateful for the Meds and water. Crash then comes back in holding a can of powder pup. She glances at Jet then hands it to me.
        'Thanks Crash. I'm freaking starving.' I lie. I'm anything but hungry but I still take a few bites of the gross stuff just to please her and Jet. Once I've eaten about half the can I set it down on the rickety wooden night stand, next to the pill bottle and glass. On the table next to these things are my mask, gun, and sunglasses. My jacket sits on the back of the chair Crash is in.  Jet had insisted on checking my bandages, it took a bit of persuasion from both Jet and Crash but I had caved.
       My shirt was pulled off and set on the side of the bed. Jet was at my side and was tenderly undoing the bandages around my shoulder and upper arm. I couldn't look, there was to much blood. The sight of blood made my head sway and my body shake. I looked over at Crash who was still sitting in the same chair, looking anxious. I held out my good arm, taking her hand. We would never date but being so close as best friends we had a weird, constant need to be holding hands.
        She shows off a small smile. I smile back, doing my best to ignore the white hot pain.
        'Crash. I'm gonna be fine, I promise.' I assure her. I am, the wound is nothing large. It would heal fine.
        'I know.'
     Pretty soon I'm pulling my shirt back over my head and thanking Jet Star.
        'Wanna go out and officially meet the others?' Jet asks. I was taking that as my all clear to not have to be on 'bed rest'.
       'Yeah, I'm already tired of this bed.' I say, patting the mattress with my hand.
      I swing my legs over the side and put one hand down onto the mattress. I push off with a groan, grasping the back of Crashes chair to balance myself. She jumps up and grabs my good arm, making sure I'm okay.
      'I'm good. I'm good.' I reassure anyone who can hear me. I take a step, finding that I have regained my balance I follow Jet out into a dining area. The white walls are fit with small holes and peeling paint. The tables and booths still stand In there, what appears to be, original positions. Across from metal and glass doors there's a checkered bar top fit with silver and light green bars stools. The bar stools match the tile floor. On the bar stools sit two men. Party Poison with fiery red hair and A blue jacket is on the end, digging into a pack of crackers. Fun Ghoul sits next to him also eating out of the pack of crackers. His green vest is on the table, exposing his black and yellow shirt and Green ray gun That sits in his holster. A tall, lanky blond stood behind the counter wearing a red leather Jacket. That would be Kobra Kid.
      Of course I only knew their names from the EXTERMINATE and most wanted posters. Unlike Crash who had hastily met them during the Drac fight, I had never talked to them.
    Crash slowly walked over to the chair next to Fun Ghoul.
     'Uh guys.' She starts, they all turn to her.  'This is my friend Dark Memento.' She motions to me with open arms.  I offer up a small smile and a slight wave of my good hand.
        'Hey man! I'm Fun Ghoul. Crash hasn't shut up about you.' Fun ghoul says cheerfully. Crash blushes and looks down.
         'I don't doubt it, she loves me like her own big brother and I love her too, were partners and we care for each other. I don't know what would happen if I left or she got hurt...' I trail off, this makes Crash blush even more then jump up and pull me into a hug, being carful of my hurt shoulder.
         'I love you too you idiot. Please don't ever get yourself shot again.' She says quietly. I smile and look down at her.
         'So,' I say, knowing what could embarrass her even more. 'What exactly did you do when I passed out.'
         She pulls away and I give her an evil grin.
          'Oh gosh.' She says back. A hint of fright, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. It makes me laugh.
          'Well Dark,' Party starts 'let me tell you.'
            Crash sighs,
         'I'm not getting out of this am I.' She says defeated.
          'Not a chance.' I say back.
          'Well in my defense I thought you were dying.'
           'Yeah sure Crash.' I tease, walking over to her seat to mess up her hair.
           'Oi! Dark leave my hair alone!' She says, trying to fix her now messy hair.
           'Nope!' I say then do it again. She glares at me. 'So, please tell me about what my friend here did.'
          Ghoul laughs and Crash blushes.
          'Well, when you first got shot crash here ran over to you, like most people would, with Jet to see what happened. That basically started the freak out. Kept saying that you didn't like blood.' Ghoul starts, he uses his hands to dramatically add expression to the story. 'Party,' he pats his friend on the shoulder. 'Had to calm her down.'
        'Yeah I wasn't to happy about my friend being FREAKIN shot.' Crash says in Ghouls direction. Ghoul sticks his tongue out at her then proceeds.
        'Party and I stayed with her until I went to get your guys car. Nice jeep by the way.' Ghoul finishes. I nod, I'm smiling at the fact that Crash had another freak out. That's why I'm here though, I make sure she doesn't freak out about everything and doesn't take stuff to seriously. Even when she does it's usually pretty fun to make fun of her afterwards.
        'In the car' party starts 'we sent Ghoul to drive your car cuz Crash wouldn't leave ya.'
        'Don't make it sound like a bad thing!' Crash cuts in.
        'When you passed out I was busy driving so I let Kobra and Jet handle it.'
         'I'll take it from here guys.' Crash starts, 'I though you were dying or something and freaked out.'
          'Did ya cry?' I ask, I know she did.
           'What? No!' She protests, a raise a brow at her and I here Jet laugh. 'Yeah..'
           'Awe Crashy you're cryin over me.' I tease again. She sighs.
           'Shut up Dark' she mumbles and takes a bit out of a cracker. I laugh at her again. I almost feel bad for embarrassing here in front of the Fab Four. Almost.