My life with the Killjoys was uneventful and repetitive.
Dr Death Defying would scold my ass if he heard the nonsense I was spewing, but it was very true.
My last day with the hooligans of the post-apocalypse would definitely change the Killjoys and myself forever.
Sparring in a scrap metal yard is already a bad idea, and teaches one the importance of shoes and tetanus shots.
The squad leader, Gerard, had me cornered between a beat up oven and a salmon-coloured studebaker I had developed a deep fondness for.
I feigned weakness by pulling up my dirt-encrusted, plaid capri pants, the heel of my boots tapping against the ground.
As I watched my mentor glare me down from behind the cracked masquerade mask, and his chapped, slightly bloodied lips part to give me grief for my carelessness, I sprung.
With fingers cupped up, I caught his Speed Racer Replica Helmet, and tugged it off his head.
My opposite arm's forearm slammed into his chest, all in a fluid motion.
His unsuspecting, unbalanced body let off a tremor and his feet caught against one another.
The slow motion stroke of brilliant vermilion caressed the air.
He stumbled back, and the base of his spine connected with a stray, ragged pipe sticking out of an open, ugly, cream-coloured refrigerator.
His blood spurted onto the bare canvas-like door, and the sickening slice from brain to spine.
In that second of his surprise, my fear, and the penetration, the blood that sputtered out wildly formed the words "Murderer" on the blank fridge.
I approached him and watched his eyes search the nothingness he could hardly process.
His helmet was still in my hand as I stared at him, my bottom lip trembled.
It would take him a few, excruciating moments for him to die from the blood loss and shock he encountered.
I was silent, unsure of what to do.
I felt the weight of his protection in my hand, and I tugged my own helmet off, tossing it to the dirt.
With a glance at him, I put his helmet on and turned away from my mentor.
As I walked out of town, I heard another Killjoy scream at the discovery of my mishap.