Chapter 1:

Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

Part 1

On the outskirts of Battery City, Kilroy waited as his friends load up the truck of mood pills and rolls of propaganda film. Kilroy hadn't been alive too long, but long enough to know what he was doing. He was stealing, from a power-hungry corporation, as an added bonus. He's been an outlaw for most occasions, messing with the corporation from time to time, doing tiny vandalizing acts that would only get him 15 years of prison and an "Attitude Adjustment", which would scar him for life. But Kilroy didn't care because anything they would do to him was better than living a life of tedium and mood swings. With the color of crime, Kilroy was saving himself. His friends were loading the last crates of merchandise. Then his friends gestured to Kilroy signaling him to leave his post and get in the truck. There was a hurry, if they we're seen, it would make it especially difficult getaway.

They had hit every major drug store in the area, and considering it was Distribution Day tomorrow, many people would be without there emotion controls, and they would start to feel. That was the glory of Kilroy's life, saving people from themselves. Everyone who followed the corporation was sleeping, and playing Bingo. They were killing themselves, they had no life, and they lived without the blue of the sky and the green of the grass. All they knew the blackness of the world and the chalk of the Anthem hand-written on their walls. Kilroy looked to his friend sitting next to him holding her laser gun aimed out the back checking for the corporation's goons. Kilroy had known her since he could remember, and probably farther back than that. He looked at his friend and smirked catching Skye's attention.

"What?" she asked still concentrated on the surroundings.

"Nothing" He said inconspicuously, "Just the thought of you actually holding a gun-aimed to kill, was funny."

Skye turned to look at me, then gave a faint smile, then turned back to her pervious position. Skye had a concealed grenade in her coat pocket that he was only aware of. She called it her "Little Buddy" because apparently there weren't a lot on market and she happened to come across one when making trades with the Motorbabies who had been supplying much of the black market weapons. Skye had secret connections with them, so she got the first call. Skye hadn't been as lively as usual; she was occupied with the stress that comes with snapping out of a routine Attitude Adjustment. It had changed her, even thou she had glimpsed it for a couple minutes; an earthquake had shaken her world with major aftershocks. To think something so simple and average had done that to her; Kilroy wondered what level of severity he would get-considering his rebel, and con artist behavior.

Skye lowered her head, and gestured me to do the same.

"We gotta a Draculoid driving behind us, drive casual," She told the driver. "And fix your face, look like a whiz-jockey on ice."

Kilroy waited patiently cramped up behind the driver's seat trying not to give off any sign of movement. Then they came to a halt, stopping at the traffic light. Kilroy noticed Skye's impatience and put his index finger over his lips to tell her to calm down. Skye had always been uneasy when a Draculoid was around. It comes from an unconscious memory of her childhood, but no one could be for sure. As the Draculoid drove up next to them, Kilroy could see him examining the outside of the truck. Luckily, we had covered the goods with a tarp and made it almost impossible to notice anything out there. Our truck was abnormally sized, oversized to be exact. The back bed was at least 7 feet long, maybe more. They had just stolen it a day ago from the corporation's warehouse, new and unused. The soft shininess of the white paintjob with the corporation's logo of a black smiley face was a perfect disguise for roaming in the city. As Kilroy watched the Draculoid examine our truck, he was praying that it wouldn't notice the many colorful people inside, and the cargo that they were transporting. The wait was unbearing, the intensity of the situation nearly gave Kilroy and his friends a heart attack. Kilroy looked over to see Skye hyperventilating as the traffic light turned green and the Draculoid proceeded to drive down the road.

They had a few hours till sun up and every minute we had to use getting home. Kilroy and his friends had made their way just outside of Battery City without any trouble of interactions after the Draculoids has scoped them out. But the Draculoids were still driving with them, and the Draculoids had kept up with them at a safe distance.

"Looks like we gotta Scarecrow," one of Kilroy's friends pointed out, "It's been on our tail for the last 38 miles."

"We can't do anything without dealing with a Draculoid" Skye commented.

"How we gonna shake it off?" Kilroy asked.

"We fuckin' move!" Kilroy's friend said as he pushed on the gas, which sent the truck flying out if the highway lanes and into the ditch and on the barren desert. There was no sight of the Draculoids, but Kilroy and his friends knew they would show up at some point. Then in the dusk of the sun, they spotted the orange siren lights of the Draculoid's car in the distance. It was gaining on them, and soon it's fellow Draculoids would be arriving to assist their comrade.

"We need to shake it, or we'll be fucked!" yelled Kilroy's friend has he turned the truck into the hard dirt of the desert. "If it gets close enough I'll blast it." Kilroy and his friends agreed they would do the same. They took a series of quick turns and hopped from road to road. As the siren sounded, all of Kilroy and his friends pulled their laser guns out, ready for an arising conflict.

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