It was a strange feeling. That was the only way to describe it. More likely it was like we were in a video game, only in real life. I don't know if it was just a dream, or if I'm still asleep right now. The fact that I can't tell whether or not I'm a victim of my own twisted sub-conscience is the least of my worries. Right now, I have to protect Detonation Dynamite.
I had to be dreaming. I looked around and saw myself in an old, abandoned 50's diner in America. As far as I knew, I should have been in Japan. The newspaper I picked up said it was 2019. I knew it was supposed to be a few years before that time. Dream or reality, I'm enjoying this life. A life in hiding and fear. Being part of the rebellion against BL/ind. What is BL/ind? I didn't know until I stayed for a while and learned more and more about this world. It has been a while, it has been too long. I know this isn't a dream.
My name is Mile Ray-gun, age eighteen. I am a Killjoy. "Mile" came from my real name, the one I was born with, only spelled differently. As for "Ray-gun," it's my weapon of choice. I have no permanent address but I live somewhere close to Battery City, a so-called "utopia" where they say it's the place where all your problems go away...by drugging you and depriving you of your emotions and free will. I spend most of my time here hacking, doing missions for the Killjoys, protecting my dear friend Detonation Dynamite, and I used to play a lot of video games. But why play video games in a world like this when your whole life is an adventure? I have no memory of my past, because I didn't have one in this world. I was reborn.
A game controller rested in my hands. I was blindly pressing buttons as nothing was going on with the game. The TV screen displayed the news, and then some static. I wasn't surprised at all. I was still moving my fingers around, pretending that I was playing "Black Ops" or something, even if I knew that I wasn't. I finally stood up and got my butt off the floor. I walked over to the couch in our underground hideout, where Dynamite was taking a nap. The underground hideout was his idea, incorporating something from his past life to this world. Dynamite was also reborn, we came from the same world and were close friends in our past lives. We still are. I looked at him, sleeping peacefully. Not like a baby, because babies wake up every three hours as I learned from "The Sims." He wasn't snoring this time. I chuckled as I stroked his girly, blond hair.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not your dog. Stop petting me." Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed... er... couch. I just greeted him with a cheerful "Look alive, sunshine!" then I said "And what's wrong about being my dog, Dynamite?"
"Stop calling me that. We already died so it's safe to call me by my real name. Okay, Mail Jeevas?" He said, emphasizing my real name. He chose his Killjoy name himself, but he liked it better when I call him by his real name, or his alias in his past life.
"If I give you a chocolate bar, will you stop being so grouchy in the morning?" I asked him while holding up a half eaten dark chocolate bar. "What are you talking about? It's three thirty in the afternoon. And that chocolate bar is half eaten!" He's always been hotheaded, something I'm already used to. "Well, too bad. That's none for you, Mello." I teased and swallowed the remaining of his precious chocolate in front if his eyes. He got his payback when he pulled my goggles from my face and they flung back to my eyes. Apparently, my best friend also loves hurting me.
"Whatever, I'm going outside." he said. Mello... or Dynamite if you prefer... got up and put his red jacket on. He also wore a gas mask to conceal the scar he got from an explosion in his past life. Then he took my gun and headed outside. He actually looked like a Killjoy and didn't wear as much leather as he used to.
"Mells, I'm coming with you!" Knowing Mello, I couldn't stop him. But I lost him once, and I didn't want it to happen again.
"Don't be so overprotective, Matt. I can defend myself."
"I don't want to lose my best friend again!" I cried.
Mello was silent for a while until he said calmly"You didn't lose me, Matt. I lost you. I'm sorry I got you killed."
"Mello... I forgive you. I already forgave you the moment I got shot twenty-four times." After he heard me say that, he did something that I never saw him do before. He shed a tear.