Author's Note: Hey Guys! BreeBree12345! Also know as HzAeDuEsS! OOO, shocker right? Lol, ok so I wanted to start a second killjoy story but I didn't want people to be like, "You didn't finish your first one, blah blah blah." Yes, I am very much aware of that fact. But this idea has been literally raping my mind, so I had to write this! HAD TO! And no worries, I have no intentions of leaving, "The True Life of the Female Killjoy," unfinished. NO WAY IN HELL! I love Bitterly Ironic too much! Hahaa, sorry. Anyways, after I finish this chapter, I'm going to start thinking of some ideas for the next chapter of my Bitterly Ironic story. But again, I need help. Sigh.

Well, see you guys at the bottom! :D

"WARNING! ESCAPED PRISONER! WARNING! WARNING! ALL GUARDS TO SECTOR 12! REPEAT, ALL GUARDS TO SECTOR 12!"

Running as fast as my weak legs could carry me, I made my way quickly down the halls of Sector 12, the Prisoner Unit. I wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer, but I had to try.

Sliding down the railing of a stairwell, I landed clumsily on my feet.

So close.

I can't let them capture me.

Not again.

Stopping, I panted, air filling my burning lungs. Looking around frantically for a way out, I couldn't help but notice the papers stuck on to the walls. The hallway was littered with wanted posters of all of the most dangerous killjoys. My goal was to one day be up there with my heroes. No doubt I would be when I got out of here. Yes, when, not if.

I broke into a sprint as guards came from the floor above me.

"Shit!" I yelped, pushing myself to run faster.

Seeing a large window at the end of the hall, I almost screamed in happiness. I stopped in front of it, looking desperately for something to open it. Footsteps from down the hall made me panic. There's no way out! No way except for… That's it. Backing up about ten feet, I ran at the window, my only chance of freedom. Jumping into the air I braced myself for impact.

Pain erupted from my side as I slammed into the glass, having it shatter upon impact. I felt weightless for a moment, before hitting the ground in a forward roll. Wincing, I jumped up, continuing my tireless run away from the building. Even though the pain was excruciating, I kept my fast pace. I couldn't stop myself from looking back however.

Korse stood at the three-story window I had just jumped from, anger seeming to leak from every part of his body. If you could even call it a body, with all the things he's done to himself. He was more robot than human now. As that thought crossed my mind, I couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow fill my chest, but I quickly forgot it. "He's not your father. Not anymore."

I forced a grin onto my face, forgetting about all of the glass shards stuck in the right side of my body. One look at his face was all I needed, confidence filling every part of my being. This felt right. I'm not meant to be normal. Nor will I ever be.

I turned my face away, but not before raising a very famous finger in his direction. His face turned an even deeper red.

And with that, I continued to run, farther and farther away from the middle of the city. I couldn't help the satisfied smirk that lit up my face as I heard a faint angry yell reach my pierced ears.

"STATIC BOMB!"

All right guys, this was basically my new idea that I was talking about! This is pretty much a prelude, but I just wanted to know your opinions on it! I'll read whatever reviews or messages you send, and make a decision on whether to pursue this story or not at the end of the week. I have already written the first chapter so that at the end of the week, I have mostly positive feedback, I will upload it. As for the pairing, I'm stuck between FunGhoulOC and KobraKidOC. I could make it a FunGhoulOC and have like a Guest Star appearance of Bitterly Ironic who is with Kobra or something. So many ideas. Either way, I will also work on my other story, so if you have any concerns about that, there is no need to worry. So tell me what you think! TTYL!