I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

The hot pink haired Killjoy by the name of Rouge sneered at Poison who was set on departing from the Killjoy family. Accepting the Cherry head’s death sentence, Rouge used his Pantera Claws to try and cut his life short swing after swing. His unease bloomed when every move of his was deflected by Poison’s bowie knives, thwarting his sharp claws from perforating his pale flesh. Realizing he had to change his ploy to get the upper hand before he’d end up being the one left dead on the stair’s landing, he crouched down and managed to kick Poison’s legs out from under him. “You won’t abandon us and live!”

Falling to the floor on his side, Poison’s head thumped when it made contact with the hardwood. His vision was briefly muddy as he leisurely rolled himself halfway onto his back. Blinking frequently, his perception cleared just in time to see Rouge’s claws descending down towards his face. Eyes widening behind his mask, Poison rapidly rolled out of the way, the sound of the claws lodging into the wood ringing in his ears. Positioning himself into a crouch facing Rouge, Poison glowered at him as the pink haired beauty tussled to remove his stuck Pantera claw. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that if I were you.”

“FUCK YOU!” Rouge snapped, his head swiveling in Poison’s direction. Gathering the spit in his mouth, he crudely spat at him. He was stunned when his ball of saliva made contact with one of Poison’s bowie knives instead of his face like he had foresaw.

Poison flashed Rouge a grin before swiftly moving towards him to take him down. Charging forward, he drop-kicked Rouge so hard in the face his hand was dislodged out of his stuck Pantera Claw. Falling back with a bloody nose, the young boy let out a cry, he cradled his broken hand in his arms as he rolled from side to side. Poison reached past him on the floor to the Pantera Claw embedded in the floor and extracted it after three tugs. Climbing to his feet, he traipsed over to Rouge with it, a ferocious grin on his face. “Looks like YOU won’t be the one to make it out alive.”

Rouge’s eyes gaped up at him as soon as he felt Poison’s combat boot compress down on his chest, pinning him to the floor. Hoping to uproot the foot by stabbing him with his other claw, Rouge hurled his arm upwards only to have it pinned down next by Poison’s other foot. The claw that had once been his weapon was now being pressed against his throat, threatening to cleave into it. Striving to show no fear, Rouge glared up at Poison with eyes filled with tears and goaded. “Go ahead! Do your worst! I’m only one out of many and they won’t let you leave here either!”

Scuttling around the corner at the end of the stairwell in search of his boyfriend, Iris gaped up at Poison standing over him about to carve his throat wide open to watch him bleed to death. Never one for showing weakness, Iris didn’t recognize his own scream of terror. “STOP, POISON! DON’T KILL HIM!”

Tensing from the love exuding in Iris’s voice and recognizing it as if it were his own for Frank, Poison still found himself unable to obey Iris’s order. He hadn’t planned to kill Rouge in the first place, just dispatch him. Keeping the claw close enough to Rouge’s face to keep him compliant, Poison extricated the other claw from his other hand. Lifting it away by it’s sharp blades, he stared down at the boy’s face, his nose dripping blood. He paused momentarily before hastily slapping the Pantera’s Claw back end across his face, the powerful force knocking him out instantly.

“NOOO!” Iris roared in an outrage, charging up the stairs for Poison like a mad bull with a machete in one hand. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU FOR TOUCHING HIM, POISON!”

After Kobra, Iris was the only other Killjoy that was almost his equal. They were pretty much alike, quiet, reserved, and destructive. The only difference was Poison had a temper and was always unpredictable. Iris was much more stable than him. Stepping away from his darling Rouge, Poison discarded the Pantera Claws in favor of his bowie knives. The duo clashed their weapon’s together as soon as Iris was close enough. They battled with their blades until it dawned on Poison that Iris seemed to have love on his side giving him the strength to almost take him down several times. He’d barely managed to skirt out of the way. Now that Iris had him on his knees while towering over him, his machete weighing down his bowie knives lower and lower over his face, Poison took a very treacherous move. Sheathing one of his knives, he only had a second to reach out to grab a fistful of Iris’s shirt before falling backwards. With his weight pulling Iris down with him, they both rolled down the last flight of stairs until they ended in a heap on top of each other. Luckily, Poison was on top and so he lifted himself up enough to sock Iris in the face with three quick solid punches to the face. He ceased only when Iris's head fell back limp.

From downstairs, Sable had heard the sound of someone falling down the stairs. There was disorder going on outside the office she and Mikey were locked up in, but neither could be bothered. She had Mikey wrapped completely around her finger at the moment. Riding him in the majestic chair behind the desk, Sable had used sex in order to prohibit Mikey from even thinking of aiding his brother in fighting back the rest of the Killjoys. As leader of the Killjoys, he couldn’t be getting involved with that or else everyone would be in danger. Mikey knew this, and that’s why she believed his face was buried between her breasts and why his thrusts were so deep. He was also using sex to immerse himself from leaving the room too, because if he didn’t, he’d most likely try and protect his brother. And so the couple stayed fused together, taking their time in relishing every movement of their partner’s bodies until the war outside was finally over.

Having caught his breath, Poison stumbled to his feet and sheathed his other blade after he found it on the floor. Scanning around the place, he heard nothing. No one stampeding down the hall for him, nor curses of his name from up the stairs. He had taken all the Killjoy presents down. Where the others went, he wasn’t sure, but if they were here, they’d be attacking him already. Checking his wristwatch, he saw the time was getting close to five in the morning. His children woke up pretty early, so he had to get home soon. Nodding to himself, Poison made his way to the front door only for it to open to reveal Drummer and Jet next. They seemed to have been expecting him, for they were toting baseball bats bandaged with black bard wires.

“Where do you think you’re going, Poison?” Jet asked him, pointing the end of his bat at him.

“None of your fucking business.” Poison snapped, his fists curling at his side.

“Actually, it is our business.” Drummer retorted with an ominous smile. “You see, you aren’t leaving.”

“At least without saying goodbye first.” Jet added.

“The only goodbye you assholes are getting from me are those bats shoved up your asses.” Poison cautioned tightly. “Now, let me through so we can skip this song and dance.”

“Poison, you know better. We ain’t going nowhere.” Drummer reminded him. “Unless, you want to try and move us yourself. We welcome the shot.”

Stretching his neck from side to side until he heard two cracks, Poison sized up the two giant fellows. Out of all the people he fought today, these two were gonna hurt the most. Jet and Drummer were enormous, and would need the utmost damage to be taken down. The trio glared the other down in mute consent to the challenge before they all charged at each other at once. Knowing his bowie knives would do nothing, Poison did his best to sidestep the two men with rapid agility to try and get to the front door. The hefty men wouldn’t let him get close enough though. Having no choice but to back up, a light bulb went off in Poison’s head, directing him to back up an even greater distance.

With a grin, he suddenly dashed forward, appearing as if he was going to try and tackle them down. Jet and Drummer grinned with confidence that he wouldn’t prosper but gave him the opportunity to try anyway. Poison was grateful they believed that to be his strategy. At the last second, he sank down to slide across the floor towards them. Because the two men were close enough to each other, Poison was able to unsheath his smallest knives and drive the blades into their outer thighs while passing between them. Not allowing the blades to remain lodged behind, Poison used all his strength to shred across their thighs until they came out at the back of their thighs. The two men howled out in pain as Poison sprinted out the front door and deep into the woods. Poison didn’t plan on stopping until he entered a small clearing where he nearly ran into Dash wrenching a black body bag behind him.

The second he saw Poison, Dash dropped the body and unsheathed one of his daggers to defend himself.

Poison did the same at exactly the same time, and growled. “Bring it on, Rainbow Dash!”

“You know what...I’ll have to take a rain check on that.” Dash politely rebuffed, re-sheathing his blades again. “I’m pretty busy at the moment with some chores. You know how it is.”

Finding it odd that Dash wasn’t accepting a chance to butcher him, Poison shook it off to sheath his own weapons. Without a word, the two men went their separate ways.

It was finally over. Poison had gone inside to face his family and left alive. He was no longer a Killjoy. Now, if the other Killjoys didn’t get his message loud and clear this time around that he was done then Poison wasn’t sure how else he would have to relay the message in a way they’d understand without having to take their lives in the process. He hoped it wouldn’t have to eventually come to that.