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

Poison returned home to the Killjoy house by the lake house on a night where the Margo, and Frank Sr. decided to have the twins sleep over their house for the night. Luck was finally on Poison’s side, and he wasn’t about to allow an opportunity like that to pass him without taking advantage of getting back to his plans.

Upon entering the house, Poison could immediately hear the sound of the TV on in the living room, and the sounds of voices taking bets and cheering. Turning his head to the right as he walked by, Poison glanced into the room to see Jet, Dash, and Iris watching what looked to be some bachelor show. Rolling his eyes at the short sight of the boys placing their bets on which woman would win the hunky bachelor’s heart and receive the sought after rose, and headed for the kitchen. He found himself glancing to his right again to glance into the sitting room next door and saw all the lights were out, except for the moonlight spilling through the window, shining down on his little brother Kobra on top of Sable on the couch, heavily making out. Poison shook his head at the sight with revulsion before he stepped into the kitchen where Basil, Azure and Canary were hanging out. Azure was sitting at the kitchen table polishing off her blades, while Canary was sitting on the counter picking the crap from under her nails with the tip of her sharp dagger, and Basil was just putting on the last finishing touches on her sandwich. All three of them looked up to greet him in their own way. Canary gave him a single silent nod as she lowered her dagger to slip it back into its sheath.

Basil smiled at him as she turned around to face him, her sandwich placed in the center of her plate. “Well, well well, what do we have here?”

Azure also gave him a smile as she lifted one of her blades and pointed the tip towards him. “Long time no see, Poison.”

Poison didn’t care to answer either of them in reply as he opened the fridge in search for something to eat. Bending over, he searched the racks thoroughly for something quick and easy to make, but that was also fulfilling. He heard the kitchen chair that Azure had been sitting on squeak against the floor as she got up and gathered with the two to whisper behind his back. He couldn’t make out their words exactly, but he wasn’t stupid to not know who they were talking about. Honestly, he didn’t really care that they were gossiping about him. All he cared about was getting some food in him so he could go over his plan one more time just to make sure it was fool-proof.

“Hey, Poison.” Basil softly called to him from behind as she stepped over to the fridge with her untouched sandwich still sitting on her plate.

Poison immediately straightened himself up as he let out a sigh of disappointment at not finding anything in the fridge that would interest his appetite. Looking over his shoulder, Poison met her eyes with an impatient glare. “What do you want?”

Basil wasn’t at all taken aback by his rude tone, she was used to it by now, but she still hadn’t gotten control of her nervous stuttering whenever the man addressed her. “I-I was just wondering where you’ve been, is all. You’re never around anymore. Y-You’ve been gone longer than you usually are.”

“I’ve been out.” Poison answered her, before looking back down into the fridge.

Basil let out a sigh in defeat at failing to get him to tell her where he’s been, though she had a feeling she already knew. Glancing back at Canary and Azure, they both quickly gestured for her to continue on and give Poison the warning he needed to hear. Looking back down at him, Basil nervously rubbing her hands over the curve of her plate that her sandwich sat neglected on. “Poison, you need to be careful of getting discovered while you’re out there. You have to make sure you stay out of trouble, or else.”

Grabbing a drink, Poison straightened back up and closed the refrigerator to give Basil his undivided attention. His eyes dropped from her face down to her delicious sandwich before raising back up again. “Basil, how about you mind your own fucking business so I won’t have to make sure you do, okay?” Before she could get a word out, Poison reached out to swipe her sandwich off of her plate and chomp a bite out of it. He watch her face twist into an offended expression but he didn’t care, he simply walked out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom upstairs that he shared with Drummer and Ray.

Directly after Poison left the kitchen to go to his room, Pastel came rushing in from the backdoor that led down to the lake dock where she sat for most of the afternoon thinking about her life. She was now breathless with excitement, her eyes were shining with elation and a genuine smile on her face. When she was walking up the path back towards the house she had thought she heard Poison’s voice from within the kitchen. Obviously now he wasn’t there anymore, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t somewhere else in the house. Pastel felt like she hadn’t seen him in days, and had been yearning for him to return so that they could spend time together. And now, he was possibly back. “Was that Poison that I just heard talking a second ago, or was just I hearing things just now?”

Basil, Canary and Azure all gave Pastel a nod of confirmation and flashed what they hoped seemed like a happy smile, but actually appeared like sad sympathetic smiles for their most recently new member of the Killjoy family that had also quickly became everyone’s good friend. To them, Pastel was a good honest person that deserved more than someone who was as mean and evil as Poison, and yet that was all she seemed to care about. It was a sad sight to see her so pathetically hooked on a man who had absolutely no interest in her. What was even sadder was that everyone in the house could clearly see it, but her.

Pastel bit her bottom lip in an almost joyous hysteria as she began stepping towards the kitchen door that led further into the house. “Would you ladies mind, I have to excuse myself really fast.”

Before either of the girls could say anything, Pastel was rushing out of the kitchen and rushing up the stairs with that same innocent smile of excitement on her face. Hurrying up to the one of the four big rooms upstairs, Pastel made sure to make to adjust her hair and clothes before she stepped into Jet, Drummer, and Poison’s room. Naturally of course, Kobra got his own room where he slept with Sable, his lover. The girls all had their own room, and Dash, Iris and Rouge were roomed together because Poison and Dash still don’t get along and would most likely try and kill each other in the night. Pastel felt giddy at the thought that she was possibly Poison’s lover, which, in her mind, made her and Sable more like sister-in-laws than anything.

Pastel smiled as she caught sight of Poison sitting on his bed looking at a photo, but frowned when she caught sight of Drummer tapping his drumsticks on his knees, clearly lost in his own music that only he could hear. Narrowing her eyes at him, she willed the huge man to look at her, and was relieved when it didn’t take long for their eyes to meet. The second Drummer glanced her way, he could tell by the obvious look on her face that she wanted him to leave the room so she could be alone with Poison. Not bothering to stick around to ask why, Drummer quickly got up and brushed by Pastel out of the bedroom to go grab himself something to eat downstairs instead. Pastel’s happy smile returned back to her face as she closed the door behind him and locked it.

From where he sat on his bed, Poison stared transfixed at the photo in his hand of a house he truly believed would be the perfect place to spend some alone time with his Black Opal since he couldn’t exactly bring him back to this Killjoy house without getting them both killed in the process. Laid out next to him were the blueprints of that exact house, and he was on the verge of memorizing the entire layout down to the last corner before Pastel walked in. Choosing to ignore her presence like he always did, Poison continued to stare down at the house and admire it’s beauty as well as it’s surrounding rural beauty as well.

“Hi there.” Pastel greeted him as she walked over to his bed and crawled around him until she was pressed directly up against his back. From across the room Poison looked unbelievably tensed, and so she thought a massage would help loosen him up. Reaching her hands up to his shoulders, she began to massage the hard muscles, trying to work out the kinks she found there.

Unbeknownst to her, Poison was continuing to ignore her even now that she was touching him. He didn’t have time for her, not when he was so close to his goal. His light brown eyes drifted to his right to skim over the blueprints one more time before he would eventually begin to test himself on the layout mentally. Reaching out, he picked up the photos he had taken of the inside the house the second time he broke in.

“You’re tense, you know?” Pastel informed him softly with that same smile on her face.

Poison let out a grunt in response as his eyes drifted over the photos.

Continuing to massage his shoulders, Pastel began to find it difficult to relax the knots in his body when he remained so tense beneath her hands. She let out a laugh. “Jesus, Poison will you relax some, please? You’re not making this easy, silly.”

Once again, Poison chose to ignore her.

After a while, Pastel had no choice but to accept defeat. Letting out an impatient sigh, she dropped her hands and looked over his shoulder to see exactly what had gotten him so tightly tensed. In his hands were photos of an interior of a house. Now understanding that he was working, Pastel reached over his shoulders to help him unwind by grabbing ahold of the photos and snatching them right out of his hands. “There you go, now you can finally loosen up thanks to me.” Out of curiosity, she began to flip through the photos, trying to figure out where the house was and who it belonged to. She soon became certain after studying the pictures that whatever he was planning to do had nothing to do with collecting prices for the auctions, or else she’d already know about it.

Poison let out a growl that would scare a wild grizzly bear in its track, and shot her a glare over his shoulder that burned right through the photos she took from him, and visibly made her flinch. Looking back at him, she gave him an angelic smile as she put the photos down behind her instead of returning them to him. “Like I said before Poison, relax.”

Turning his eyes back to face the wall in front of him, Poison’s faced scrunched up into a permanent glare as he felt her hands return to his shoulder to help aid in soothing his body. It pissed him off because not even her hands could do the same job Black Opal’s body could do by simply lying beneath him. Such a shame.