You'll never get me alive Chapter Eight

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You'll never get me alive Chapter Eight

*Shooting Star's POV*
"What do you mean, revenge?" Party asked. "I was happy that the drac got away because it meant that I could still have my revenge on him." I don't like telling people stuff about me. All of the people I've told have been killed by the BL/Ind or as that one drac had said been turned in to dracs. "Ok. Well, if you answer all my questions, I won't kill you. What were you and the drac talking about in the woods?" I still don't want to answer that. I bite my lip. "I don't want to talk about that yet. I will tell you one thing about what he told me though. He wants me to jion the BL/Ind." I can't say anything else about that. I'll start bawling if I do. "That'll do for now. Last question. What's your name?" I smile. "Just call me Flower." My sister's name. Only jet knows my real name. It's written on the inside of my mask. Kobra spoke up. "Actually, I have a question." "FIne fine. What's your question?" "Ummm. How old are you exactly?" That was not a question I was expecting him to ask. I thought he would say something like 'How do we know you're not lying?' or something. "Oh ummm... I wasn't expecting THAT question, but I'm thirteen." The guys seem stunned. Do I look older than I am or something? "What's the matter guys? You guys seem petrifyed." They shared surprised expressions with each other. Ghoul said, "You're REALLY mature for your age. You are also really tough. Who trained you?" I raise my eyebrows at them and my jaw drops. They think I have skills? Is that basically what they are telling me? "Umm... I trained myself." Kobra says, "Jet. I think you should tend to her wounds again. They've opened up and are bleeding. The rest of us will be in the other room discussing how crazy awesome this girl's skills are." Jet and I are the only one's in the room again. This might be a little awkward.

*Fun Ghoul's POV*
We sat down in a booth in Dr. D's Diner. Wow. "She is... wow." I can't even talk. I'm such a fail. The other guys laugh at me. I roll my eyes at them. Party seems a little distant. I wonder why. I won't prod at it yet. Our laughs died down, so we tried speaking again. Well, I did. "I'm impressed with Flower. She has mad skills. She got away from us while injured! She can endure large amouonts of pain, too. Wow..." I did better this time. I heard sounds of agreement by other guys, except not Party. What's the matter with him? "Isn't it strange that she is so talented at fighting, but she didn't have anyone to teach her. Do you guys really think that she's THAT good and NOT drac?" We were quiet for a bit. "If she were a drac, she would have killed us already." "Kobra does make a point." "So he does, but I wouldn't entirely trust her yet. She's prbably going to lure us in to a rap." "Ok. We'll watch out for any of her drac tricks. If she IS drac, that is," I say. We all nod.

*Shooting Star's POV*
"So, Star. What's your story?" Jet asks as he gets out alchohol from a bag and puts it on a rag. He's going to clean my injuries. Thsi is going to burn. I hand him my hands covered in bloody gauze. He removes the gauze. He starts rubbing my right hand with the rag covered in alchohol. It burns badly. I try to pull my hand away, but he keeps a firm grip on my wrist. I wince. "It started about three years ago. I was playing with my sister, Flower, upstairs. We were pretending to shoot dracs in our room. Our parents were downstairs, and the front door was broken down. It was the draculoids. My sister and I had to jump out of the window. I landed fine. Flower was scared and got shot in the legs. She practically fell out of the window. I had to catch her. I ran away with her in my arms. She was nine at the time. I was ten. We were surrounded, so our friend, Spicy Churro, (wierd name I know) distracted them, and we got away. We never saw him again. We ran in to the woods. The same place you saw me talking with the drac. We had hid a first aid kit there. I fixed her leg and we stayed there a bit. When we got home, there was nobody there. No dead bodies OR dracs. We seached our house and found ray guns that our parents were going to give to us when we were ten. We taught ourselves how to fight. The day you found me was the day they came back for us. I couldn't save her though. I didn't get to her in time." No tears came to my eyes. I was sad, but none came. He finished cleaning both hands and was working on cleaning my knees. They were bleeding, too. It stung bad! He then started cleaning my stomach wound. "When I was in the woods, the drac had told me that everyone I knew was alive. That they weren't dead. They were at BL/Ind waiting for me." I tear rolled down my cheek. I hissed in pain. Alchohol burned! "They said if I went with them, I would be able to see everyone again." He finished cleaning my stomach and started cleaning my shoulder wound. That one hurt the most so far. "It was tempting, but I knew they were dead. He had said that they were alive. I said that he was lying. There weren't any bodies. I didn't even find my sister's body. I don't know whether to believe them or not." Jet grunted. What is it with guys and grunting? "I'm going to have to clean the wound on your chest." He said awkwardly. Oh this is going to be awkward. I blush crazily. "Ok then."

*Kobra Kid's POV*
That little girl has some major skill. I'll go see how Jet's doing with her. I hope she's healing. She'll be a great addition to our team. I walk in to the room. I see Flower pulling her shirt up and Jet watching her. I run and push him away. "What kind of pervert are you?!" He looked at me wierdly. "Kobra! Don't hurt him! It's ok! He wasn't-" I turn around to her. She's blushing furiously. "Don't even talk to me! What were you doing?!" I took her shoulders in my hands and shake her. "S-s-stop sh-sh-shaking m-m-me! We weren't going to do anything!" I stop sheking her and turn to Jet. "Jet!" He pushes me against the wall and holds me there. "I was going to clean the wound on her chest, so it doesn't get infected!" All my anger disapears. I feel like a complete idiot. "Oh... well... I'll just be leaving. Sorry." " It's ok. Bye." Flower says. I leave feeling awkward and like a fail. That must've been so embaressing for her.

*Party Posion's POV*
What's the matter with me? My thoughts are all messed up and confused. I know that Flower isn't a drac, but I keep getting thoughts that say not to trust her. She's a killjoy, and killjoys can't be trusted. I'm a killjoy, too. I don't know what to do anymore. I go in to the back to check on them, and Jet is cleaning Flower's chest injury. She's in pain. I can see it in her eyes. He's not letting her go until he's done cleaning her wounds. He finished a few seconds after I walk in the room. She pulled her shirt down. He grabs a lot of bandages and bandages her shoulder, hands, knees, stomach, and pulls her shirt up again to wrap that up, too. He notices me and leaves the room. How did he know I wanted to talk to her alone. She sees me and tenses up. "Hi Party." "Don't act normal in front of me! I know you're a drac. I'm taking you to BL/Ind where you belong!" Her eyes widened. I've caught on to her little act. "Don't worry. I won't tell the other guys. And I'll make sure you don't tell them either. I pull out my ray gun and hold it by the barrel. I walk to her slowly. I hit her in the head with the handle of it. She gets knocked out like light. "I won't take you now though." I hlod my gun normally. I run the barrel of my ray gun down her cheek. "It'll be later tonight."

-I'll post morer tomarro! See ya killjoys!-