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It was time, all four of them knew that. The two of them knew. The mission was a death wish, but it had to be done. Thousands of lives depended on it. There were times when even Frank questioned why he did it. Why save thousands of people, when those very same people never did anything for him, those people despised him, loathed him. But after the Helium Wars everything changed. He remembers running, he ran for almost a year, that's all he did. He ran. His parents submitted to the system, but he didn't, he refused to go under, refuse to take some happy pills to make everything 'better'. He became a fugitive. He was hunted, the Dracs were fast, but he was faster. Until he wasn't. He was shot, injured, dying. And in a sick twisted way he was happy, happy to die this way. Happy to be tainting the sand a crimson color, his hair that had grew longer during the time he was on the run created a halo surrounding his head. He smiled at the three Dracs when they surrounded him. "Do your worst" Frank spat, blood and spit dribbled down his chin. He was ready. But before death swept him away the Dracs collapsed. He stared in awe as another three figures surrounded him, all three clad in colorful clothes, one had long curly hair, it was a very nice fro, the other had blond hair; one of them stood out more, he had bright fire truck red hair. All three figures were taller then him, but then again he was quite short. "Get the bastard up." The red head said- a permanent scowl etched into his features. Blondie and fro man carefully picked him up, pain radiated from his abdomen. A groan of agony escaped his chapped lips as he was hoisted up his vision blurred as pain numbed his senses and before he passed out in the arms of his saviors he caught a blurred glimpse of the redhead beauty as he smirked devilishly and huskily said "look alive sunshine" then everything went black. When he woke up he was laying on a pile of blankets in what appeared to be an abandoned diner he was quickly surrounded by the three mysterious figures who saved him and quickly learned all their 'names'. The guy with the awesome fro is Jet Star, the man with the blond hair is Kobra Kid and the man with the flaming red hair is Party Poison. Both Kobra Kid and Jet Star gave frank the name of Fun Ghoul in order to protect his real identity. But Party Poison just stood in the back leaning against the wall with a permanent scowl on his face. It was clear as daylight that Party Poison despised Fun Ghoul. And Ghoul could find out why, he asked both Kobra Kid and Jet Star But they would both answer the same thing "Don't worry about him. He's always been an asshole" and then they would proceed to grin. Time progressed and Frank was made into one the Fabulous Killjoys. Or so they called themselves. He was taught the ropes. How to shoot a ray gun, how to survive the desert with minimum amount of food, but Ghoul was already an expert at that. And he was also introduced to Dr. Death Defying himself. It was about five months when they all trusted frank or in this case Ghoul enough to tell him their real names. Except for Party of course. He would still always look at frank with a sneer or would scoff and walk away when Ghoul would try and approach Party. But then one night everything changed, passion was exchanged both reached the peak of their climax, ultimate pleasure. They don't know how exactly it happened but one moment they were both screaming at each other and the next Party was on top of Ghoul heavily making out and literally ripping off his clothes. That night everything changed. Party would no longer scowl at Ghoul but instead always offer a small smile. And sometimes he would look at him longingly. As if Party would always want to say something but he never had the guts to say it. Back in the present Party Poison always distances himself when they're about to go on a mission, almost as a way of coping of a death that has yet not happened. He becomes cold and distant. And in a way more of an asshole. He ignores everyone but especially Fun Ghoul . And Ghoul has had enough. He storms out of the diner where he knows he'll find Party Poison. There he stands in front of the Trans Am gazing out into the desert. His colored hair gently moving due to the wind. He didn't even hear Ghoul as he slammed the door close. "Why do you always push me away huh!?" Ghoul blurted out. Party quickly turned his head to the side to be met by his lover whose face was twisted into an ugly sneer. He just stared back without saying a word and Ghoul stared back waiting for an answer. Finally Party sighed and softly spoke. "Fun Ghoul stop." No! Why should i when you become more of a bitch as the hours pass!" "Ghoul-" Party's voice became more stern as he was still being cut off. "I just-" "Frank!" Party screamed. That shut Ghoul right up. They never used their real names and when they did. It was serious. "I- I can't lose you Frank. Im afraid of losing you. And every time we go on these missions there is a great chance that you won't make it back alive. And I can't live without you. I just can't." "Gerard.." Frank whimpered "Then why do you push me away.." "Because I want to fool myself into thinking I can be fine without you... but I know that's not true." Frank looked as he was about to cry as Gerard spoke his next words quietly. "I love you Frank." Frank let the tears fall as he nodded his head frantically and threw himself at Gerard hugging him as he would disappear. And in a way that was true. "And if I don't make it- if we don't make it.. I love you Gerard."
