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Fun Ghoul dropped the ray gun onto the desert sand. The nearest Zone city was miles away, he wouldn't make it in time.
Party Poison silently put a hand up to his chest, which now had a small hole through it, burned skin and clothes around it.
Blood leaked out from the wound, over their hand and remaining tattered jacket.
Fun Ghoul fell to his knees as Party tried to process what had happened, the pain not yet hitting them.
They looked down at Ghoul's smoking ray gun, the harsh green clashing with the tan of the sand. Their own ray was still sheathed, the safety not even turned on.
Ghoul had lost it again, a common thing that had happened. But Party didn't know it would be that bad. That he would shoot his own best friend. His love.
Party also dropped down to their knees, the blood starting to drip onto the ground. They didn't know what to do, the gears starting to turn once again in their head.
They had been shot. By Ghoul.
Though they couldn't figure out if it was purposeful, or a gun malfunction. His gun tended to do that.
The Trans-Am would pull up not too far away, Kobra almost falling out of the seat, the seatbelt wrapped around him.
Jet calmly stepped out, taking in the situation.
``Ghoul. What the hell happened.``
Kobra rushed to Party's side, holding them close.
``It's okay Party, it'll be okay. I'm here, your lil' bro is here..``
Tears would fall from Kobra's eyes as Party would start to lose consciousness.
Ghoul stuttered, his words not forming.
``I-I- I d- I don't know wh-what happened.. It just- it- it- it just fired-``
Jet would grab his vest, hoisting him up to their eye level.
``So, it just fired, huh? Even though your hand was on the trigger.``
Their face remained calm, but rage flooded out from their one eye.
They'd drop Ghoul, putting a boot on his chest.
``Kobra, get Party to Death. I'll deal with Ghoul.``
They had never felt this way before. Yes, they had seen people die. But only by BLI's hand. Not by another of the 4. By their best friend. Their love.
They were beyond enraged. They wanted to kill Ghoul as he had killed Party. But they had to be rational, and it was pointless to kill Ghoul. It wouldn't save Party.
Kobra pulled Party into the car, wiping his eyes so he could drive.
``It's gonna be okay Party. It's gonna be okay. I'm here, I got you. I'm going to save you, everything is going to be alright.``
He slammed the gas, heading towards Dr Death's place. Jet was the healer, but he knew some and he was sure Cherri knew some.
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Ghoul screamed as Jet repeatedly bashed his head into a rock. Blood trickled down from the gash that was now in his forehead. He could taste it.
Jet scowled at him. Shoving the barrel of their ray gun to his wound, debating whether to shoot or not.
They were enraged at him, but they wanted to let Kobra do away with him, after all it was his sibling.
Ghoul blacked out as Jet bashed his head in one final, harder time.
Blood splattered onto their face, but they quickly wiped it off.
They tapped their foot on the ground. They should have went with Kobra and Party.
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Cherri put his head in his hand, sighing.
``Look, Kobra. It doesn't take even a Killjoy to see this wound is fatal. I know you brought them here having hope but, there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry.``
Angered yelling was coming from the other room. Kobra winced as something smashed against the wall.
``D, KNOCK IT OFF.``
Dr Death hobbled out of the room, blood dripping from xair hands.
``What were you doing..``
Xai'd sit down on the floor, staring up at Cherri.
``They're prolly already dead.``
Kobra would grimace, staring Death in the eyes.
``We're going to save him.``
Xai'd down a bottle of some kind of alcohol, Kobra guessed. How could xaic be drinking in this situation? His sibling was going to die.
He'd put his hand on Party's chest. It was barely moving, and their pulse was slow. Too slow.
Tears would fill his eyes again.
``Stop crying. It ain't gonna save him.``
Cherri laughed, clearly losing it.
``You're as upset as he is. Party is one of your best friends, and Kobra is mine. I'm not going to stand by while this happens. Kobra, get the first aid. If you're not going to help, Death, then you can leave.``
His tone was commanding, and Kobra listened, getting the first aid off the wall.
``We're going to save you, Party.``
.
.
.
.
.
They couldn't save them.
They died that night, in Kobra's arms.
The last thing they said.
``I love you.. Stop BLI.. Save Battery City, for me....``
They buried them in the desert sand the following morning, behind the diner that the fab 4 used to live in.
It was Ghoul's turn to pay.
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Kobra gripped his sibling's ray gun, the yellow somewhat matching him more than his red one.
Jet stood beside him, holding their own blue gun.
Cherri was beside them, no expression on his face.
Dr Death was sitting on the entrance of the van, xair face blocked by the glare of sun.
Jet was the first to speak, rage in their voice.
``Why did you do this Ghoul. It could have been easily avoided.``
Kobra choked on his words.
``They were the last thing I had.. Now I only have Jet. Are you gonna kill them too..?``
Ghoul laughed.
``Maybe I should.``
Jet stomped their foot.
``Was it BLI. Did they do something to you.``
No response came from Ghoul, only a dead stare.
Jet motioned to Kobra, and with that they both shot Ghoul.
Jet, square in his forehead, and Kobra, the same place he shot Party.
Ghoul fell on the floor, instantly dead from the shots to both the heart and the brain.
What's done was done, and now Kobra and Jet had to defeat BLI on their own.
There was no time for relationships, or mourning in the Zones.