I apologize in advance to everything that's in this chapter. It's part 2 to Na Na Na. Um...let's just say I was crying while writing this and idk how good this is gonna be. It's so sad. I didn't want to write this because it was so messed up. But I have to eventually before I lose the idea
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His lips met mine and we moved in rhythm. Our sync so natural. My hands in his hair, running through it and his hands cupped my face. His scent filled my senses as I pulled away in need of air. His familiar desert and cologne mix I loved. I opened my eyes to his cherry hair and beautiful eyes to make me smile. He smiled back, only to make me melt inside. Everything on fire as he raised his hand to comb my hair.
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My eyes shot open, I fell forward to be strained by ropes around my chest. I was actually here. Still in this stupid chair awaiting my orders. I felt that familiar pit in my stomach. I felt it rising and rising. I couldn't do this. I wasn't gonna do this here. I tried to yell but it all came out onto myself and the floor.
Damn all. It smelled so bad. I thought I was gonna vomit more than I already did. I tried to cover my face into my shoulder, but my neck was to stretched for me to comfortably block my sinuses.
I heard someone yell and then run in. It was the women from last night. "What the hell happened to you?" She looked at me in disgust.
"I got sick and no one came to get me a bucket. Can you please get me something to change into or something? I mean, you are holding me hostage." I sassed her. She looked shocked as she ordered some workers who were human surprisedly. They had a janitors cart. They took bleaches and other chemicals covered with labels with names. They took me out of the chair and held my wrist together. They brought me into this room and locked the door behind me. Inside was a rack of shirts and jackets. Next to the rack was a table with jeans.
I looked around, still smelling like utter shit. I found my clothes within the rack. A black patched jacket, a black muscle tee, and black skinny jeans. I just kept on my combat boots.
I pulled at the door. But it didn't budge. I wanted to cry. For the first time since the beginning of this, I want to actually break down into tears. I want Party and Kobra. I want Ghoul and Jet.
I want Party to tell me he loves me and to kiss me and hold me tight. I want him to tell me that everything is okay. For him to brush my hair down with his fingers and let me fall asleep in his arms. I miss our rhythm.
I want Kobra to sit me down and play slapjack with me. I want him to play 21 and War and all the old card games.
I want Ghoul to play music all too loud and for him to show me how to do the Charleston and other things. For him and I to go out and shoot random things. Only to come back and get yelled at by Party.
I want Jet to tell me jokes and tease Party and I. I want him to let me braid his hair when I'm stressed.
I want my boys back. I want them to hold me in a hug and let me cry.
The door cracks open and a scarecrow comes in and takes me to an office. The lady turns to me in her chair. A gun is against my back. "So. Ms. (Y/L/N) right?"
"Black Bandit. Get it right." The gun pressed against my back tighter. I stood my ground.
"My bad Black Bandit. I apologize." Sarcasm was heavy in her voice. "I want you to tell us everything you know about the Killjoys. Everything."
I sighed and looked around her office. I wasn't going to give them up like that. So I gave a smartass answer.

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I woke up in a chair, tied up and brusied and bloody. What the hell? The room was dark and black. A table was beside me full of tools and of Doctor things.
NO NO NO NO NOT TODAY.
If this is what I think it is, then I'm fucking screwed. I looked up to see Nicotine Tattoo. He ran a hand through his short blonde hair. His eyes seemed deserted and distant. He walked in and started messing with the tools on the table.
"Hey, Tatt, please it's me." I saved him, he should be with the-fuck.
He didn't say anything, he just picked up a tool and then kicked something on the bottom of my chair. It sprang back, making me in a laying position.
He took the tool and started cutting. I cried out in agony. My pain tolerance was pretty high, but this a full blown torture chamber.
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I woke up and felt like something was missing. I was in the office, tied-what is with them and tying me up?!
It was night outside. My stomach ached and I felt like I was gonna be sick again. I haven't eaten all day. I was so hungry, I can't explain why.
The women turned around. "Looks like we have company." I looked out the window and saw them. My boys were here. I started to sob, I shook, rocking in my chair, trying to scream out to them, knowing they can't hear me.
This was a death trap. Tears were violently streaming down my face. This wasn't happening, I was dreaming. They aren't here, I'm still in bed with Party sleeping. I'm still in the diner listening to the radio. I'm still playing poker with Kobra.
The lady simply laughed at me, untying me. "Go get em tiger." I sprang up, not caring about anything but getting to them. I flew through the doorway and down all kinds of different hallways. The hallways were lined with their faces. I ran, I never stopped running. Everything was about getting my boys. All about hugging and kissing Party. About finding Ghoul. About joking with Jet and getting to Kobra.
I found an old stair exit. I went through, just missing the exterminator coming out of the elevator. I made it to the first floor and raced through the hallways only to find the exterminator with his gun to Party's chin. It was all in slow motion. I shoved the exterminator just as he fired, hitting me in the stomach. I hit the floor with a thud, clutching my stomach.
"Bandit no, Bandit." Party was kneeling by me, tears streaming down his face. "It should've been me! What about everything we've been looking forward to?!" He was trying to imagine this not being real. His face said it all. "I'm so sorry."
Kobra and Ghoul came by. "No Bandit" Kobra was crying to, he barely ever showed any emotion. Ghoul stood up and tried to defend Kobra. Party took off to shoot people in an angry rampage. I made eye contact with Kobra when the life drained from him. Blood soaked his chest, his body falling into mine. I coughed up blood with the collision.
Ghoul fell next to me shortly after. "I'm sorry Bandit." He grabbed my hand as he left me too. Tears were falling violently as my face remained poker.
Jet flew out the doors with the kid as my eyes threatened to end me. I saw Jet fall and the kid got away. I just hope Party made it out alive.
With that, a single tear fell down my face as I closed my eyes and accepted defeat.
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(Party's POV)
A year later(yes he's still blaming himself)
I walked into the lonely diner. I was alone, crying as the doors shut behind me. The radio was still on from when we left. I can't believe I let Bandit die. I can't believe I let Ghoul and Jet die. I even let my own brother die. I was an awful leader. If only I could go back to that day and make Bandit come by us instead of staying by the cars.
We were so excited before this mission.
We were actually going to be normal, we were going to have a baby. She was pregnant for about a month, not to much to notice, especially since she wore my shirts all the time. We were so happy. She was so excited, and so was I, but now I'm the only one left.
The Youngbloods even died after it when they tried to help. I barely got out of there. I went into the back, where all the mattresses were. I walked forward only to walk backwards to find a handmade crib. Inside was a small baby, had to be only about a 4 months or so old. It looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. Where'd this come from? Did someone take over the diner?
Two small arms wrapped around my waist. "Hey baby. Long time no see." Tears strained the voice as I turned around.
"No fucking way." I brought her up into my arms and she cried and laughed into my chest. "Bandit." The baby made a noise as well. "Is that her name?"
Bandit shook her head "I don't know what to call her yet."
"How about Blue Bandit. After her beautiful mother." I smiled down at the child, her bright blue eyes the most brightest thing about her. Her slightly ginger hair was also beautiful. I brought Bandit in. "Who made this?"
Just then, I started crying as my brother walked in. How was he alive?! "Hey Party." He brought me into a bear hug.
"We made it out alive after the Youngbloods brought us out. They healed us and then when we escaped out the back they all unfortunately got dusted." Bandit put her hand on my shoulder as I looked at my alive brother and my alive girlfriend.
Everything was actually going to be okay.