After I had explained to Kobra and Ghoul what I remember from being in the city, word spread quickly. No one asked for information and I would receive the odd sympathetic smile, making it obvious everyone now knows what had happened. Party Poison specifically didn't bother me about it at all, which I was somewhat glad about, talking about it made me feel worn out anyway.
Despite being back with the guys again, I felt insane. It's like they were all talking behind my back about their suspicions revolving around Korse and why he's targeting me. I know they don't want to worry me, I even over heard Jet Star telling the guys not to put extra stress on me so I can recover quicker.
However if anything them shielding me from their suspicions are only doing the opposite. With how they're dealing with this situation was doing nothing but pissing me off, evidently putting me in a worse mood.
Becoming restless being trapped inside the small base 24/7, Party Poison and I had made a plan to head out to my old base today to retrieve the few belongings I had left there prior to me meeting the fabulous four, which included the more up to date version of Battery City's layout. I can see Party growing restless too, he as well was basically under house arrest. If Korse caught wind of Party Poison out and about, it would no doubt lead to me, and the rest of the killjoys within the base.
With a shittone of trying to convince Jet Star to let me go, he eventually gave in, giving Party strict orders to look out for me, which was easy for me to put my trust in. The safest i've ever felt is when i'm around Party.
I was eager to get up and moving again, even though Party and I weren't exactly doing anything exciting, I was glad to be getting somewhat back into the swing of things. It's been almost two weeks after all, you can see how I would be growing restless.
I awoke that morning from another nightmare, they were getting fucking old. The nightmares would consist of different scenarios every time I would fall asleep, the most common being people I love telling me I'm 'one of them'. But what does that even mean? Despite the confusion, I still have the strength of mind to know they're only nightmares, and will never be real.
Or will they?
Shaking off the nightmare I woke from, I looked around the room, seeing the person I would usually share the room with was absent. I wasn't feeling as worried as I usually would if I woke up with out Party, I figured if anything had happened through the night I would have been alerted by now. Party Poison must have been already up and moving.
Throwing on my leather jacket and hopping into my boots for the first time in what seems like ages, I lace them up all the way to the top. Walking out of the room Party and I shared, it seemed early, the sun was barely in the sky and silence was evident in the base as far as I could hear.
Walking into the main room shared by all of us in this hide out, my previous questions were answered when I was met with the usual presence of Party Poison.
He had his head down in concentration, his red hair spilling over his eyes. Party focused on painting a ray gun in his signature yellow and red shades, until he heard me walk into the room, his concentrated look turning into a light grin.
"Morning Sparks." Party said while holding the now brightly coloured ray gun up to examine it. "Like it?"
"Gooooooooood mornin', and I sure do." I said in a singsong voice, walking over so I sat opposite him.
"A few days ago the guys went vend a hacking so we got a heap of BL/I ray guns we can modify as our own. I could really use a hand later on if you're up for it?" Party Poison offered and I nearly jumped out of the seat in excitement. I can't remember the last time I had painted; it must have been well before the apocalypse began.
"I would fucking love to. So, we heading out now?" I asked ruffling up my bright hair.
"Yeah of course, the earlier we leave the better. Palma Violence has recorded the pattern of draculoids in this area, they usually patrol around here at sundown." Party explained, setting the ray gun aside and clearing up the table we both sat around.
"Well let's get moving then."
Party Poison and I wasted no time hopping in the trans am and setting off down the getaway mile. The location I used to use as a hideout was extremely well hidden, and I can still vividly remember how to get there quickly.
The roaring of the engine was the only sound being made, Party and I stayed relatively quiet. Not uncomfortable or anything, just peaceful.
"Kobra told me what you told him about being inside the BL/I." Party broke the simple silence lingering between us two. I didn't react, I shrugged my soldiers, not knowing what else to say.
"It's alright that you don't remember Sparks, I'm sure your memories will come back to you soon sunshine. Until then, don't worry about it."
"It's making me feel crazy Party. Also, it's just left up here." I said pointing at the small road evident that leads off the highway.
"You're anything but crazy." Party said while swerving the car in direction of travel. "Me and the guys care for you regardless."
"What did I do to deserve people like you in my life?" I smiled looking over to Party Poison, who returned a side way glance, grinning widely.
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"Fuck." Party breathed out, his eyebrows raised in shock. "You used to live here?"
"Sure did." I answered, climbing out of the trans am and into the hot desert climate.
"This place looks like it's about to collapse!" Party exclaimed jogging up to me, his face resting on his usual concerned look he would give me at least once every day.
Party Poison and I finally made it to my base, with Party getting lost twice; we eventually got here in one piece. After what seemed like ages, the shack I used to take refugee stood (barely) behind the familiar sand dunes and barren lands alike.
"Well it hasn't and it won't. Come on." I ignored Party's over exaggerating, walking up to the small door way which lead into the base- if you could even call it that. It looked more like an old run down room then anything.
Despite the poor state, it served its purpose. It gave me some sort of space in which I could retreat to at night. It was a roof over my head, which out here in the zones was hard to come by.
The base only had one medium sized room. The contents within were only my articles of clothing, a makeshift blanket for nighttime, and other small objects such as family photos, keepsakes and maps I decided to bring with me into the desert.
The door creaked open as I remember how it used to before. It's been weeks since I've been back to the base, and it looks like it's been left as per usual. The shack was well hidden behind the boulders, which was hard to see from the main road, which is why it appealed to me so much back when I would take refugee here.
Not only was it well hidden, because over the boulders was the main road leading onto the getaway mile, I could hear all vehicles passing by, giving me enough time to get away when dracs would patrol the area. Never once though had any BL/I superiors came near the base, no one even knew it was here.
Allowing Party into the old hide out, I followed him into the one room the base provided. A heap of my old clothes was thrown to the side, which I started picking up to take back to the killjoys' base. Party picked up the maps and small items he found on the floor.
"Is this you?" He asked holding up an old polaroid. A smiled sadly looking at the dirty old photograph of me as a toddler. I was smiling brightly, so unaware what was to come in the future.
"Yeah." I said simply, gathering my last few belongings that were scattered on the ground. I didn't really have any intentions in staying here for much longer, I suppose this hideout was bittersweet for me.
"You were so cute, what happened?" Party joked, sensing my sudden mood drop. Grinning, but then turning my expression into a play pout, I took a step towards Party.
"You don't think I'm cute anymore?" I took another step forward innocently.
"I'm kidding- you got hot." Party said while pulling me closer with one hand and bring me me in for a heated kiss. Dropping the maps and items, Party used his other free hand to grab my waist, backing me up against the hollow wall. I dropped the clothes I was holding in my hands, using the now free hands to pull Party closer against me.
When Party pulled away, he leant his forehead against mine, his red hair spilling down in strands in front of his eyes, with a cheeky smile prying at his pink lips. "I suppose you're still a little bit cute."
I scoffed playfully pushing Party away, returning to picking up my belongings we had just previously dropped, trying to desperately hide the heat in my cheeks, we went to exit the base. I took one last look at the room, this would most likely be the last time I'd see this place.
"Let's go." I said smiling up at Party Poison, who opened the door, allowing me out of the base first.
"Simple as that sunshine? I though i'd have to drag you out of here kicking and screaming."
I took one last look around the room, sure this is where Atomic and I spent most of our nights, but that didn't matter anymore. I had found a new home, and that's wherever Party was.
"It's just four walls and a roof now, nothing else." I said turning away, heading back outside with all my belongings in hand.
When Party and I exited my old home, I stopped dead in my tracks with what I saw before me.
"Who the fuck is that?' Party Poison said quiet enough for only me to hear.
"I... I don't know."
(IMPORTANT A/N: The photo included is what Spark's base would look like. ALSO! There's only a few more chapters in this story but fear not, i'm currently working on the second book. Don't forget to vote and comment and let me know what you think about the story! xo n)