It was just another normal day. Whatever normal was. It is hard to recall these days. The life of a Killjoy is defenitly not normal. I mean yeah, we have our days where we feel normal and feel as if the world was back to the way it was, but that happens once in a decade. We hardly ever get to rest peacefully. And now a days, the S/C/A/R/C/R/O/W Unit seems to be on our tails to get Grace back.

I wont let them get us. I wont let them take Grace. I wont let them hurt us. But I messed up.

We were searching for a couple of KillJoys who had earlier sent out a distress call. I decided to park the Trans-Am and walk for a bit. I hadn't realized how far we really were. No sign of the KillJoys was found.

It was a dumb mistake. It was a trap. One of the contraptions that Bl/Ind created to kill us all, was within 15ft of us, it metal claws reaching out to us. As a whole, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, Kobra Kid, Grace, and I, turned on our heels, and ran like we have never run before.

It seemed as if no matter how fast we went, the thing would gain on us. Thank God we reached the Trans-Am. Grace threw herself into the back, followed by Jet Star and Kobra. I leapt into the front, reaching for Fun's hand. The contraption was right on his tail. "Fun Ghoul! Its right behind you! RUN!"

He almost made it. He made a desperate jump for my hand, just as the contraption reached out its spiked claw. Fun Ghoul never made it. The thing lathced onto his ankle and dragged him across the desert sand, away from me. He let out a strangled cry when the thing began to tighten its grip. It was startled by the scream and Ghoul had a chance to break free. He made a limping attempt to run again, a trail of blood following.

When the Unit made its way towards Ghoul again, I jerked out my ray gun and fired a few shots. They were usless. They ricocheeded off of the thing. The Unit grabbed Ghoul by the waist, causing him to cry out in pain. It was going to kill him if we couldn't stop it. Kobra's clear thinking saved him. He reached onto the dashboard of the Trans- Am and pulled out the only weapon that could stop this thing. He aimed, and pulled the trigger.

The Unit instantly dropped Ghoul, and collapsed. I was the first at Ghoul's side. He was writhing in pain and had a good reason why. The barbed claws of the Unit had impaled his midsection. He was going to die, but I refused to accept this. "Your going to be okay, Fun. Trust me. I wont lose you….." My voice broke. " I cant lose you…"

I lifted him into my arms, gently. Kobra knew I was in no state to drive now, and took the wheel, Jet joining him up front. Grace, the innocent little girl she was, stared at Fun Ghoul, "He's going to be okay, right Party?"

I forced a smile onto my face but it faded quickly. I wasn't going to lie to her. I couldn't. "I don't know." I said softly, my voice cracking.

Grace laid a hand on my shoulder. "He will be, Party. "

I looked down on Fun Ghoul and took his hand in mine, "Hey." I gently nudged him awake. "Don't go to sleep on me now. We're almost to a safe house. Hang in there."

He grimaced as we hit a bump, "Im trying…But it hurts,Party…"

"I know. I know it hurts but please. PLEASE, just hang in there. Your going to be okay."

He spoke softly, "You and everyone else in this car know that that is not true."

Jet Star turned around in his seat. "Fun Ghoul. You ARE going to make it. If you die, I will kill you."

This makes Ghoul laugh. I glance at Grace as she looks out the window, noticing a tiny tear. Fun notices to. He knows then that he cant just give up. He has to fight. For her. For them. "Hey, Gracie." She turns to look at him, not afraid to hide her tears. Fun pulls her into as much as a hug as he can manage. "Darling don't cry. I know this is tough sweetheart…I know. It's not over until I say it is."

She sniffles, "I know…I just don't want to lose you…your my family. Your all I have…"

Fun lets his own tears fall at this. He glances at me over Grace's shoulder. I choke back my own tears. I don't want to show them weakness. I am supposed to be the strong leader. I cant cry. I cant break down. I just cant. I cant and must not show weakness.