I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 228: Embarrassing Code Names
Poison had all night to mull this conundrum over again and again in his mind, but both Masika and his little brother didn’t have that time, and right now they needed him to come rescue them! So shelving his quandary for another time, the superior slithered into the abandoned gas station store with stealth-like exactitude without allowing the CopCat Killjoy he dubbed Bubblegum Girl, in his mind, from detecting him from where she patrolled one of the gas station’s parking lots. Infiltrating the store, Poison lowered himself into a crouch in order to not be seen and concentrated on the beam of lights coming from the Fake Killjoy’s flashlights as they combed the place for Masika.
ANOTHER indicator that these were just phony amateurs. All Killjoys relied on their eye’s night vision in order to see their surroundings, not flashlights!
Anyway, according to the many beams of lights, there were three Bogus Killjoys within the gas station, and not any sign of Masika yet…not that Poison was ever given the chance to try and listen for her. The three CopyCat Killjoys were recklessly chatting amongst each other throughout their search for Masika. Not whispering, or using their hands to soundlessly sign their messages to each other. They were full-blown babbling to each other!
“God, it’s so late!” One of them bellyached to no one in particular, her eyes browsing the magazine shelves in the aisle out of boredom. “I got an exam I gotta prepare for in the morning too.”
“Forget about your homework, Kitty Mitty!” A rough bark that could only come from a chainsmoker responded to Kitty Mitty, likely baring her teeth like an animal. “We got a bitch to hunt for!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Kitty Mitty grumbled, exhaustion eating away at her bones. They were here on a mission and she knew she should be alert to it, but damn, it was late! She hardly got any sleep before they were called in tonight and she had to get up early for College too!? This all just seemed so ridiculous right now that SHE had to be one of the ones called in. “I’m still looking over here and all for her too.”
Outraged by their embarrassing code names and their vain attempt at duplicating the almighty Killjoys, Poison vowed to himself that he would kill every single one of them tonight before he ever let them leave to draw breath again. Creeping through one of the aisles on his left, he was able to easily pinpoint his first Target’s location due to all their yammering.
“Guys, I don’t think she’s in here!” The first target, who Poison was closing in on from behind, called out to the others. She was also becoming bored of this. At first, tonight was looking to be exciting, and filled with the promises of torture and bloodshed! Now, it was looking to be just another night of complete and utter boredom. She could be at home playing video games right now, instead she was looking for a woman who was clearly no longer there. “If she was, we would've found her by now.”
“Keep looking, Kitty Witty!” Cigarette Voice snapped at her. Averse to accept defeat, she proceeded on her search, using her boot to kick aside a few boxes to find something. Anything! “She’s still here.”
“How can you be so sure of that though, Masquerade?” Kitty Mitty inquired with genuine curiosity. It seemed to her that all the evidence was stacking up against them and letting them know that Sable wasn’t there anymore. She could’ve fled back into the woods before they arrived or during their search.
“I just am!” Masquerade growled out before murmuring to herself underneath her breath, her crazed eyes darting here and there as she inhaled the stale air around them deep into her lungs. “I can feel her.”
“Right…” Kitty Witty responded in utter doubt that was followed by a dramatic eye roll. She didn't believe Masquerade, not in the least bit. The woman enlisted into several failed looney religious cults before recruiting into the Killjoys so she took everything she said with a grain of salt because it was always something outlandish coming out of her mouth.
Closing the distance between himself and Kitty Witty, Poison was almost taken aback that the female was wearing a giant Kitten bobble-head exactly like the comical size you’d see from the employees at Disneyland. But because Poison was a true Killjoy, he didn’t let that strange sight forstall him from his mission. While Kitty Witty was preoccupied by the many old, dusty Hollywood Magazines on display, Poison wrapped one steel-like arm around her waist, and at the same time, used his other arm to carve her neck deeply open with his bowie knife.
“You know what, you can believe what you want, okay?!” Masquerade shouted back at the target Poison just took down. Her hands were balled at her side as she bared her teeth like a lion ready to make its final pounce on its prey. Doubters, she always detested doubters! “Once I find that bitch, Sable, and the Boss finds out about it, you’ll be licking the dirt off the bottom of my boot for doubting me!”
Warm blood cascaded down Poison’s arm and into his leather jacket as Kitty Witty began to soundlessly flail in his hold, her flashlight clattering to the floor. All that could be heard from her was gurgling from beneath her giant mask. Poison kept her tightly to his front as he began to drag her dying body backwards the way he came before lowering the now dead girl onto her back on the floor. All the while, his other two targets chatted away pre usual.
Peeking around the corner of the barren shelf to make sure the coast was clear to get to his second target, a crouched Poison was soon quietly on the move again.
“Hey, can you calm the hell down! And stop being so mean or else you’re gonna make her cry again!” Kitty Mitty snapped, finally reaching the last of her patience with Masquerade, their grouchier member. It took everything in her to be nice to her, but when she got like this which was often, it was like pulling her own teeth out to smile and bear through it. They were a team so they should support one another no matter what. But damn did Masquerade make it hard!
“Like I give a damn!” Masquerade yelled back before continuing on with her pursuit now with more aggression than before.
“Honey, don’t listen to her, okay? She didn’t mean it.” Kitty Mitty cooed to the only member that was unknowingly eliminated during their conversation. When she only received silence back, she frowned to herself and called out to the gas station. “Hey, Kitty Witty, you still there?”
No answer.
“Now look at what you did!” Kitty Mitty scolded the only other remaining member, Masquerade. When she earned nothing but a frustrated sigh from her before she went back to kicking things around, Kitty Mitty decides to make her way to the front of the store to go after Kitty Witty. Poison ducked out of sight the minute Kitty Mitty was on the move, and only when she strode past him did he come out to trail after her as she made her way to his first target, Kitty Witty. As soon as she rounded the corner, the sight of her friend on the floor made her gasp and jumped backwards right into Poison’s chest. He gave her the chance to turn around to face him, her voice a shaky whisper of fear. “W-Who are y-you…?”
Poison smiled down at her, tilting his head to the side before unexpectedly headbutting her right in the forehead so hard she stumbled back and tripped over Kitty Witty’s lifeless body. Moving forward to now stand over Kitty Mitty, he got a good look at her Killjoy mask with cat ears on the sides. Her lips parted to release a piercing scream for the last remaining member to hear, and earned a stab between her ribcage for it. It didn’t work to stop a bloody choked cry from escaping her lips, but Poison wasn’t at all worried about it alerting his last target. Straightening up from the girl drowning in her own blood, he waited.
“Kitty Mitty?” Masquerade called out, hyper-focused now on her quiet team members.
Cringing at these incessantly stupid code names, Poison braced himself as he loudly heard Masquerade running in his direction. Preferring to meet her outside in the aisle due to the crowding of bodies, he surprised his final target by swinging around the corner and catching her in a successful closeline. Masquerade hit the ground, and she hit it hard, her skull painfully cracking on the linoleum floor and making her scream. Walking around her body, Poison took a minute to appreciate the fact that her mask wasn’t at least Kitten-fied. In fact, it was a beautiful full-face masquerade theme with the nose painted black, lips painted red, and gold filigree here and there. Because of this, he decided to kill her slowly.
Curled up in a fetal position on the floor, Masquerade managed to hiss out to the intruder in the midst of never ending pain emanating from her head. “H-How the hell did you get in here?”
“That should not be your focus right now.” Poison whispered, evading her question. “Your focus should be on the ones you love the most in the world.”
“The ones I love most?” Masquerade echoed to herself in confusion before lifting her eyes to his, her hair the same shade of red Poison’s once was back in his Killjoy days.
“You will not be seeing them again.” Poison expounded, not fathoming why she didn’t get his meaning. She was supposed to be a ‘Killjoy’. That meant she had to know what was coming next.
ANOTHER indicator that these were just phony amateurs. All Killjoys relied on their eye’s night vision in order to see their surroundings, not flashlights!
Anyway, according to the many beams of lights, there were three Bogus Killjoys within the gas station, and not any sign of Masika yet…not that Poison was ever given the chance to try and listen for her. The three CopyCat Killjoys were recklessly chatting amongst each other throughout their search for Masika. Not whispering, or using their hands to soundlessly sign their messages to each other. They were full-blown babbling to each other!
“God, it’s so late!” One of them bellyached to no one in particular, her eyes browsing the magazine shelves in the aisle out of boredom. “I got an exam I gotta prepare for in the morning too.”
“Forget about your homework, Kitty Mitty!” A rough bark that could only come from a chainsmoker responded to Kitty Mitty, likely baring her teeth like an animal. “We got a bitch to hunt for!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Kitty Mitty grumbled, exhaustion eating away at her bones. They were here on a mission and she knew she should be alert to it, but damn, it was late! She hardly got any sleep before they were called in tonight and she had to get up early for College too!? This all just seemed so ridiculous right now that SHE had to be one of the ones called in. “I’m still looking over here and all for her too.”
Outraged by their embarrassing code names and their vain attempt at duplicating the almighty Killjoys, Poison vowed to himself that he would kill every single one of them tonight before he ever let them leave to draw breath again. Creeping through one of the aisles on his left, he was able to easily pinpoint his first Target’s location due to all their yammering.
“Guys, I don’t think she’s in here!” The first target, who Poison was closing in on from behind, called out to the others. She was also becoming bored of this. At first, tonight was looking to be exciting, and filled with the promises of torture and bloodshed! Now, it was looking to be just another night of complete and utter boredom. She could be at home playing video games right now, instead she was looking for a woman who was clearly no longer there. “If she was, we would've found her by now.”
“Keep looking, Kitty Witty!” Cigarette Voice snapped at her. Averse to accept defeat, she proceeded on her search, using her boot to kick aside a few boxes to find something. Anything! “She’s still here.”
“How can you be so sure of that though, Masquerade?” Kitty Mitty inquired with genuine curiosity. It seemed to her that all the evidence was stacking up against them and letting them know that Sable wasn’t there anymore. She could’ve fled back into the woods before they arrived or during their search.
“I just am!” Masquerade growled out before murmuring to herself underneath her breath, her crazed eyes darting here and there as she inhaled the stale air around them deep into her lungs. “I can feel her.”
“Right…” Kitty Witty responded in utter doubt that was followed by a dramatic eye roll. She didn't believe Masquerade, not in the least bit. The woman enlisted into several failed looney religious cults before recruiting into the Killjoys so she took everything she said with a grain of salt because it was always something outlandish coming out of her mouth.
Closing the distance between himself and Kitty Witty, Poison was almost taken aback that the female was wearing a giant Kitten bobble-head exactly like the comical size you’d see from the employees at Disneyland. But because Poison was a true Killjoy, he didn’t let that strange sight forstall him from his mission. While Kitty Witty was preoccupied by the many old, dusty Hollywood Magazines on display, Poison wrapped one steel-like arm around her waist, and at the same time, used his other arm to carve her neck deeply open with his bowie knife.
“You know what, you can believe what you want, okay?!” Masquerade shouted back at the target Poison just took down. Her hands were balled at her side as she bared her teeth like a lion ready to make its final pounce on its prey. Doubters, she always detested doubters! “Once I find that bitch, Sable, and the Boss finds out about it, you’ll be licking the dirt off the bottom of my boot for doubting me!”
Warm blood cascaded down Poison’s arm and into his leather jacket as Kitty Witty began to soundlessly flail in his hold, her flashlight clattering to the floor. All that could be heard from her was gurgling from beneath her giant mask. Poison kept her tightly to his front as he began to drag her dying body backwards the way he came before lowering the now dead girl onto her back on the floor. All the while, his other two targets chatted away pre usual.
Peeking around the corner of the barren shelf to make sure the coast was clear to get to his second target, a crouched Poison was soon quietly on the move again.
“Hey, can you calm the hell down! And stop being so mean or else you’re gonna make her cry again!” Kitty Mitty snapped, finally reaching the last of her patience with Masquerade, their grouchier member. It took everything in her to be nice to her, but when she got like this which was often, it was like pulling her own teeth out to smile and bear through it. They were a team so they should support one another no matter what. But damn did Masquerade make it hard!
“Like I give a damn!” Masquerade yelled back before continuing on with her pursuit now with more aggression than before.
“Honey, don’t listen to her, okay? She didn’t mean it.” Kitty Mitty cooed to the only member that was unknowingly eliminated during their conversation. When she only received silence back, she frowned to herself and called out to the gas station. “Hey, Kitty Witty, you still there?”
No answer.
“Now look at what you did!” Kitty Mitty scolded the only other remaining member, Masquerade. When she earned nothing but a frustrated sigh from her before she went back to kicking things around, Kitty Mitty decides to make her way to the front of the store to go after Kitty Witty. Poison ducked out of sight the minute Kitty Mitty was on the move, and only when she strode past him did he come out to trail after her as she made her way to his first target, Kitty Witty. As soon as she rounded the corner, the sight of her friend on the floor made her gasp and jumped backwards right into Poison’s chest. He gave her the chance to turn around to face him, her voice a shaky whisper of fear. “W-Who are y-you…?”
Poison smiled down at her, tilting his head to the side before unexpectedly headbutting her right in the forehead so hard she stumbled back and tripped over Kitty Witty’s lifeless body. Moving forward to now stand over Kitty Mitty, he got a good look at her Killjoy mask with cat ears on the sides. Her lips parted to release a piercing scream for the last remaining member to hear, and earned a stab between her ribcage for it. It didn’t work to stop a bloody choked cry from escaping her lips, but Poison wasn’t at all worried about it alerting his last target. Straightening up from the girl drowning in her own blood, he waited.
“Kitty Mitty?” Masquerade called out, hyper-focused now on her quiet team members.
Cringing at these incessantly stupid code names, Poison braced himself as he loudly heard Masquerade running in his direction. Preferring to meet her outside in the aisle due to the crowding of bodies, he surprised his final target by swinging around the corner and catching her in a successful closeline. Masquerade hit the ground, and she hit it hard, her skull painfully cracking on the linoleum floor and making her scream. Walking around her body, Poison took a minute to appreciate the fact that her mask wasn’t at least Kitten-fied. In fact, it was a beautiful full-face masquerade theme with the nose painted black, lips painted red, and gold filigree here and there. Because of this, he decided to kill her slowly.
Curled up in a fetal position on the floor, Masquerade managed to hiss out to the intruder in the midst of never ending pain emanating from her head. “H-How the hell did you get in here?”
“That should not be your focus right now.” Poison whispered, evading her question. “Your focus should be on the ones you love the most in the world.”
“The ones I love most?” Masquerade echoed to herself in confusion before lifting her eyes to his, her hair the same shade of red Poison’s once was back in his Killjoy days.
“You will not be seeing them again.” Poison expounded, not fathoming why she didn’t get his meaning. She was supposed to be a ‘Killjoy’. That meant she had to know what was coming next.