I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 175: Why Me!?
Pastel didn’t bother to knock on the bedroom door of the leader of the Killjoys. She crassly burst through the doorway, her neurotic emotions commandeering her mind and body behind a vision obscured with tears. Her heart was broken, and she needed answers from Kobra himself. Unable to perceive clearly, Pastel barked. “KOBRA, WHERE ARE YOU!? ANSWER ME!”
Alone in the bedroom sat Sable on the bed who now had a knife she kept holster against her thigh in her hand. Her wide brown eyes gaped at Pastel who lumbered into the bedroom looking like she’d been thrashed around in a tornado all morning long. “Pastel?” Sable whispered, but then rocketed to her feet when Pastel kicked aside an armchair while swiveling around the room in search of something. Sheathing her knife, Sable stepped forward with her hands up. “Whoa whoa whoa! What the fuck do you think you’re doing busting up in here like the police, Pastel!? What’s going on!?”
Pastel’s blanched face was red, her bloodshot eyes swollen from a startling volume of crying. She tried to blot her face with the sleeves of her dark hoodie but they were already soggy. Having heard Sable’s voice, she tried her best to articulate her concerns to her. “I...Kobra...he’s...you won’t believe...I just can’t...why me?!” With a scream, she kicked something else aside that had made contact with her boot, but she couldn’t see what it was through her incessant tears. “WHY ME!?
“Shh, it’s alright, girl! Calm down!” Sable hushed her, coming to her side to place a consoling hand on her shoulder. Looking her in the eye, she was certain that whatever was ailing the girl was drastic. “Take a deep breath and tell me what’s going with you. Maybe I can help.”
Just like for the past hours, Pastel broke down sobbing. Her head dropped as she wailed her heart out, not caring how indecently boisterous her cries were or how hideous her face was at the moment. Not even her own nose draining all over her clothes affected her. She felt Sable pull her into a soothing embrace, and was grateful for it. Every other Killjoy she’d passed by had simply stared at her like she grew six arms, but Sable didn’t. Slumping against her, Pastel listened to her soft words and let the tears out. When she felt she had an improved restraint on herself, she pulled back to look at Sable. The reminder of her calling here made her feel bitter all over again. “Did you know too, Masika!?”
Frowning, Sable inquired. “Did I know what, Lindsay?”
“Don’t play dumb with me!” Pastel snapped, smacking her hands off of her to pace away only to whirl back around, her hands curled into fists at her side. Her eyes were frantic with a spike of jeopardy. “Did you know Poison had kids of his own!?”
Sable’s jaw dropped. She stood there so dumbfounded by Pastel’s allegation that she heard herself recite in disbelief. “Poison? OUR Poison...has kids of his own?”
“I told you to stop fucking with me, Masika!” Pastel screeched, plunging her fingers to her dark rumpled hair and tearing at the strands. Her head was throbbing, and so were her eyes. She felt like she was losing grip on reality and didn’t know how to keep herself from teetering over the edge into the abyss that was insanity. She couldn’t take the chance sitting down and thinking everything over coolly and quietly. She needed answers, and there was only one person who had them other than Poison, and that was his brother! But Sable was close enough to Kobra too which meant she had to know something! Pastel refused to believe otherwise. “JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!”
“I’m not fucking with you, Lindsay, I swear it! I don't know anything about what you’re talking about!” Sable withheld, having no knowledge about Poison siring a whole living child somewhere out there in the world. Needing to know where this assumption had come from, Sable approached the volatile Pastel again and lightly placed her hands on her shoulders to usher her to the nearest chair. “Here, let’s just take a moment to simmer down. Take a seat and explain to me where this is all coming from.”
Pastel granted her that, and took a seat on an armchair she hadn’t yet bombarded. She was back to taking deep breaths as she heard Sable drag over another chair from across the room to hers and take a seat. She flinched a little when she felt a hand grip onto hers for support, and closed her eyes to revisit that gruesome morning when she discovered the truth. “I-I went to see Gerard. I-I managed to track him d-down to the mall, a-and I searched for him there u-until I found him...”
“Why did you do that, Lindsay? Why was it so important for you to see him again?” Sable grilled her with disapproval. Pastel had no excuse to see Poison. He declared loudly enough for the whole family to hear that he wanted nothing to do with her. “Look, I know this isn’t easy to accept, but...Gerard doesn’t want to be with you, honey. He’s told you this himself millions of times before, we’ve all heard it. You have to let him go. There are plenty of fishes in the sea. I bet you right now there is someone better out there in the world that’ll happily be with you even when you’re old and wrinkled.”
Pastel merely shook her head, rejecting this belief of Sable’s. “No! No! That’s not true, Masika!”
Sighing, Sable let it go. Pastel had a stubbornness unlike any she’s ever known, and so nothing she could say would sink through that thick boulder she called a head. Giving her hands a gentle squeeze, Sable encouraged her to go on. “Alright. What happened when you tracked Gerard down at the mall?”
Her parted swollen lips trembled as her breath hitched in her throat. Swallowing her emerging sobs down enough to answer, she whimpered out. “T-There was a little girl in the s-store with him. S-She was in the d-dressing room. When she c-came out she called h-him ‘daddy’. A-And then there was a little boy too. I-I thought he was t-the store owner’s child but...h-he had Gerard’s eyes.” Unable to get anymore out, she began to bawl again. Hunching over in her chair, she howled in her grief.
Sable was so dazed by this information that she reached out in a daze to rub Pastel’s back in comfort. The words were sinking in so fast she could hardly make sense of it all. Poison having children...it was impossible! Pastel had to have been mistaken! Her, AND that little girl in the store that had to have thought he was her father by accident!
Gerard had never so much as breathed the word ‘children’ before. The only other time was when they were dealing with a prey that was a child with a similar thirst for blood as Gerard. Unfortunately, the child couldn’t be domesticized, and so they were obligated to put the boy down. Other than that, no one in the Killjoy family talked about having children of their own because it wasn’t possible to have children of their own! Not as a Killjoy at least, and there was only one way out of being a Killjoy, and that was death. Everyone had been hunted down and exterminated minus Gerard, he was a special case.
But if what Pastel alleged she witnessed was true and not the hallucinations of a mentally sick woman then...did that mean Michael knew about them then? He’d never mentioned his brother having kids to her before which is typically before she had the abortion. But the man she was in love with now was mutually in love with her too. She could physically, mentally, and emotionally feel his love for her now. No, there was no way he wouldn’t have told her about this if he knew. Right?
Once again getting a hold of herself, Pastel straightened back up and dabbed her bloodshot eyes with her sodden sleeves. With an erratic voice, she demanded. “Where is Kobra, Sable? I need to speak with him about this, NOW!”
Sable shook her head. “He’s not here. He went out to do some errands twenty minutes ago and said he wouldn’t be back for some hours. I’m sorry, but we’re both gonna have to wait until he gets back to ask him about this.”
Pissed that time was once again a stumbling block for her to surpass, Pastel scoffed with hatred on her face for the man. “That beguiling fucking pig!”
Retracting her assuaging hands in displeasure at her comment on her man, Sable issued her a warning. “Yo, Pastel, you know me, okay? I don’t play when it comes to my man, so you best watch your mouth in the next 10 seconds or things are gonna get ugly between the two of us. You understand?”
“I can say whatever the fuck I want about Michael, Masika! He lied to me! He knew about all of this and never bothered to tell me!” Pastel hissed, leaning forward in her chair to bare her gritted teeth in Sable’s face. She wasn’t afraid of her. She wasn’t afraid of anybody, not anymore. “And you’re no better than him!
“I said I don’t know shit about this, Lindsay!” Sable reiterated tightly, sensing a fight coming on.
Surging to her feet, Pastel cursed her for spilling lies after lies to her throughout this entire conversation. Instead of helping her , she was trying to mislead her too! “AND I SAY YOU’RE A LYING BITCH!”
Sable wasn’t going to take this disrespect, not towards herself or her man. She had fairly wanted to help this forlorn woman when she came busting up into the bedroom she shared with Kobra, but now, all she wanted to do was knock some sense into her delusional mind. She knew she shouldn’t because the girl was having some kind of mental breakdown, but Sable couldn’t stop herself as she reared her hand back.
Alone in the bedroom sat Sable on the bed who now had a knife she kept holster against her thigh in her hand. Her wide brown eyes gaped at Pastel who lumbered into the bedroom looking like she’d been thrashed around in a tornado all morning long. “Pastel?” Sable whispered, but then rocketed to her feet when Pastel kicked aside an armchair while swiveling around the room in search of something. Sheathing her knife, Sable stepped forward with her hands up. “Whoa whoa whoa! What the fuck do you think you’re doing busting up in here like the police, Pastel!? What’s going on!?”
Pastel’s blanched face was red, her bloodshot eyes swollen from a startling volume of crying. She tried to blot her face with the sleeves of her dark hoodie but they were already soggy. Having heard Sable’s voice, she tried her best to articulate her concerns to her. “I...Kobra...he’s...you won’t believe...I just can’t...why me?!” With a scream, she kicked something else aside that had made contact with her boot, but she couldn’t see what it was through her incessant tears. “WHY ME!?
“Shh, it’s alright, girl! Calm down!” Sable hushed her, coming to her side to place a consoling hand on her shoulder. Looking her in the eye, she was certain that whatever was ailing the girl was drastic. “Take a deep breath and tell me what’s going with you. Maybe I can help.”
Just like for the past hours, Pastel broke down sobbing. Her head dropped as she wailed her heart out, not caring how indecently boisterous her cries were or how hideous her face was at the moment. Not even her own nose draining all over her clothes affected her. She felt Sable pull her into a soothing embrace, and was grateful for it. Every other Killjoy she’d passed by had simply stared at her like she grew six arms, but Sable didn’t. Slumping against her, Pastel listened to her soft words and let the tears out. When she felt she had an improved restraint on herself, she pulled back to look at Sable. The reminder of her calling here made her feel bitter all over again. “Did you know too, Masika!?”
Frowning, Sable inquired. “Did I know what, Lindsay?”
“Don’t play dumb with me!” Pastel snapped, smacking her hands off of her to pace away only to whirl back around, her hands curled into fists at her side. Her eyes were frantic with a spike of jeopardy. “Did you know Poison had kids of his own!?”
Sable’s jaw dropped. She stood there so dumbfounded by Pastel’s allegation that she heard herself recite in disbelief. “Poison? OUR Poison...has kids of his own?”
“I told you to stop fucking with me, Masika!” Pastel screeched, plunging her fingers to her dark rumpled hair and tearing at the strands. Her head was throbbing, and so were her eyes. She felt like she was losing grip on reality and didn’t know how to keep herself from teetering over the edge into the abyss that was insanity. She couldn’t take the chance sitting down and thinking everything over coolly and quietly. She needed answers, and there was only one person who had them other than Poison, and that was his brother! But Sable was close enough to Kobra too which meant she had to know something! Pastel refused to believe otherwise. “JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!”
“I’m not fucking with you, Lindsay, I swear it! I don't know anything about what you’re talking about!” Sable withheld, having no knowledge about Poison siring a whole living child somewhere out there in the world. Needing to know where this assumption had come from, Sable approached the volatile Pastel again and lightly placed her hands on her shoulders to usher her to the nearest chair. “Here, let’s just take a moment to simmer down. Take a seat and explain to me where this is all coming from.”
Pastel granted her that, and took a seat on an armchair she hadn’t yet bombarded. She was back to taking deep breaths as she heard Sable drag over another chair from across the room to hers and take a seat. She flinched a little when she felt a hand grip onto hers for support, and closed her eyes to revisit that gruesome morning when she discovered the truth. “I-I went to see Gerard. I-I managed to track him d-down to the mall, a-and I searched for him there u-until I found him...”
“Why did you do that, Lindsay? Why was it so important for you to see him again?” Sable grilled her with disapproval. Pastel had no excuse to see Poison. He declared loudly enough for the whole family to hear that he wanted nothing to do with her. “Look, I know this isn’t easy to accept, but...Gerard doesn’t want to be with you, honey. He’s told you this himself millions of times before, we’ve all heard it. You have to let him go. There are plenty of fishes in the sea. I bet you right now there is someone better out there in the world that’ll happily be with you even when you’re old and wrinkled.”
Pastel merely shook her head, rejecting this belief of Sable’s. “No! No! That’s not true, Masika!”
Sighing, Sable let it go. Pastel had a stubbornness unlike any she’s ever known, and so nothing she could say would sink through that thick boulder she called a head. Giving her hands a gentle squeeze, Sable encouraged her to go on. “Alright. What happened when you tracked Gerard down at the mall?”
Her parted swollen lips trembled as her breath hitched in her throat. Swallowing her emerging sobs down enough to answer, she whimpered out. “T-There was a little girl in the s-store with him. S-She was in the d-dressing room. When she c-came out she called h-him ‘daddy’. A-And then there was a little boy too. I-I thought he was t-the store owner’s child but...h-he had Gerard’s eyes.” Unable to get anymore out, she began to bawl again. Hunching over in her chair, she howled in her grief.
Sable was so dazed by this information that she reached out in a daze to rub Pastel’s back in comfort. The words were sinking in so fast she could hardly make sense of it all. Poison having children...it was impossible! Pastel had to have been mistaken! Her, AND that little girl in the store that had to have thought he was her father by accident!
Gerard had never so much as breathed the word ‘children’ before. The only other time was when they were dealing with a prey that was a child with a similar thirst for blood as Gerard. Unfortunately, the child couldn’t be domesticized, and so they were obligated to put the boy down. Other than that, no one in the Killjoy family talked about having children of their own because it wasn’t possible to have children of their own! Not as a Killjoy at least, and there was only one way out of being a Killjoy, and that was death. Everyone had been hunted down and exterminated minus Gerard, he was a special case.
But if what Pastel alleged she witnessed was true and not the hallucinations of a mentally sick woman then...did that mean Michael knew about them then? He’d never mentioned his brother having kids to her before which is typically before she had the abortion. But the man she was in love with now was mutually in love with her too. She could physically, mentally, and emotionally feel his love for her now. No, there was no way he wouldn’t have told her about this if he knew. Right?
Once again getting a hold of herself, Pastel straightened back up and dabbed her bloodshot eyes with her sodden sleeves. With an erratic voice, she demanded. “Where is Kobra, Sable? I need to speak with him about this, NOW!”
Sable shook her head. “He’s not here. He went out to do some errands twenty minutes ago and said he wouldn’t be back for some hours. I’m sorry, but we’re both gonna have to wait until he gets back to ask him about this.”
Pissed that time was once again a stumbling block for her to surpass, Pastel scoffed with hatred on her face for the man. “That beguiling fucking pig!”
Retracting her assuaging hands in displeasure at her comment on her man, Sable issued her a warning. “Yo, Pastel, you know me, okay? I don’t play when it comes to my man, so you best watch your mouth in the next 10 seconds or things are gonna get ugly between the two of us. You understand?”
“I can say whatever the fuck I want about Michael, Masika! He lied to me! He knew about all of this and never bothered to tell me!” Pastel hissed, leaning forward in her chair to bare her gritted teeth in Sable’s face. She wasn’t afraid of her. She wasn’t afraid of anybody, not anymore. “And you’re no better than him!
“I said I don’t know shit about this, Lindsay!” Sable reiterated tightly, sensing a fight coming on.
Surging to her feet, Pastel cursed her for spilling lies after lies to her throughout this entire conversation. Instead of helping her , she was trying to mislead her too! “AND I SAY YOU’RE A LYING BITCH!”
Sable wasn’t going to take this disrespect, not towards herself or her man. She had fairly wanted to help this forlorn woman when she came busting up into the bedroom she shared with Kobra, but now, all she wanted to do was knock some sense into her delusional mind. She knew she shouldn’t because the girl was having some kind of mental breakdown, but Sable couldn’t stop herself as she reared her hand back.