Listen up, tumbleweeds! This is gonna be a multi-chapter story, and my first! Not sure how long it's going to end up. Uh, I guess it doesn't really overlap with the music vids, it takes place after them (they all made it out of Sing alive. I refuse to believe otherwise). Rated for violence and, um, romancyness, if you catch my drift. Kobra Kid/OC, blah, blah… I'll shut up now.
Reviews keep me going! IT'S DEATH OR VICTORY!
"Do you see anything?"
The three were perched on top of the dusty rocks in the deserted outskirts of the Zones. The sun beat down, daring them to stay out of the shade any longer. A young woman with a messy brunette bob squinted at the distance. She pulled off her gas mask and shook her head.
"Doll Face, it's been quiet all day. Let's split," the blonde young woman called out. She spun her pink ray gun around on her finger. Doll Face frowned at her. The tension between the sisters had been escalating for the past week. The slightest disagreement would set the whole thing off.
"In broad daylight? I don't like it," Doll Face answered. "You heard them- they're jacking up the number of exterminators out here. And you know A-Bomb doesn't have a gun."
The dark haired man glanced down at his empty gun holster grimaced.
"We'll be fine. Dr. D is only a mile or so from here, he'll know if we run into trouble." The blonde brushed her long bangs out of her eyes.
"And if we do?"
"We'll take 'em down." She shrugged. "I'm not scared. We haven't had a good rumble in a while anyway."
"You always just jump headfirst into things, Bunny. You're going to get yourself ghosted one day, I swear to God you will."
Bunny scowled.
"Then get behind me. And grow a spine."
"I'm not scared. I'm being reasonable. You're being a moron, and it's safer up here. We have no protection out there, and we're short a gun. Believe it or not, you're not untouchable."
"This whole 'let's play it on the safe side' thing is getting old, Doll Face. We're out here to fight, aren't we?" Bunny spat. "You could always move back to the city, you know." Doll Face narrowed her eyes.
"Take some meds, and you'll be right as rain. No more running or fighting," Bunny yelled. Doll Face turned away from her.
A-Bomb jumped from his perch and held out his hand to help Doll Face down.
"Come on, Doll. Let's just go."
Doll Face bit her lip, but took his hand and leapt down. She pulled her beat-up ray gun out of its holster and kept it in one hand, her other clutching A-Bomb's arm. Bunny stayed a few steps ahead of the couple, kicking up dust with her battered boots. The sun was directly over them now, their shadows short and the heat creeping towards suffocating.
"What was that?" Doll Face hissed, stopping short.
"Jesus! Nothing is out here, we would have seen-!" Bunny cried out, but she was cut off by the distant sound of an engine. Bunny's heart beat quickened. Her hand moved to her holster. Doll Face glared at Bunny, then pulled her mask down over her face, with A-Bomb following suit. Bunny looked to the horizon. A dark rectangular shape was growing, moving closer. She swallowed, adrenaline coursing through her body. The shape was identifiable now, a car. An exterminator car.
"Take A-Bomb and run," Bunny said, pulling her plastic rabbit-shaped mask down to cover her face.
"We're not leaving you," A-Bomb snapped. "You can't take them yourself."
"Sometimes, you have to know when to quit, Bunny," Doll Face said through gritted teeth. She was still grasping A-Bomb's arm tightly.
"I'm not a quitter."
"This isn't the time to argue."
The car was gaining speed fast. It was close, too close; Bunny could make out the white masks of the draculoids. She glanced around, looking for some sort of cover, or shelter, or anything. Nothing showed itself but the flat and unforgiving desert. One draculoids fired a shot. It missed, hitting the ground a few feet away from her. She spun to face the car, firing her ray gun rapidly. The car skidded to a stop about twenty-five yards away from the three, its hubcaps glinting in the sun. The white suits of the draculoids stood out from the rusty tone of the ground. To Bunny, the unmoving features of their masks somehow managed to look smug. One of them appeared to be the leader; a bit of a swagger leaking into his step. Bunny's heart pounded. She could just imagine how pleased they were to find this vulnerable, rag-tag bunch of killjoys. They fired a few more shots as they advanced, one of them flying right past Bunny's face. She retaliated, but heard Doll Face's gasp of pain from behind her. Bunny's heart stopped. Doll Face had crumpled, the shot having hit her square the kneecap. A-Bomb scooped her up in one arm, grabbing her gun in the other and firing wildly at the draculoids.
"Get her out of here!" Bunny yelled, dodging the fire of the group of draculoids. A-Bomb hissed in pain and dropped Doll Face's gun; his hand showed a bloody wound from where a ray gun blast had found its mark. They were at point blank range now. Bunny managed to take down a draculoid on her left with a well placed shot to his chest, but there were too many. Bunny gritted her teeth and shot another one in the neck, taking satisfaction in watching him fall. Suddenly, the back of her left arm was struck with an acute, burning pain. She stumbled, and her battered pink ray gun slipped from her fingers. A draculoid kicked it out of the way, and it skidded in the dust until it stopped five feet from where Bunny stood.
That's when the panic set in.
Bunny swung her fist and felt it collide with the nearest draculoid's nose. He hesitated, and she kicked, hard, sending him to the ground. She faintly heard another shriek from Doll Face. She instinctively spun around, only to see her sister on the ground, another wound in her leg. A-Bomb was down too. Bunny's breathing sped up and she could feel her hands shaking. They had never been in this kind of trouble before. The leader draculoid advanced on her.
"We haven't caught any scum in a while. Let's enjoy this."
Someone caught her from behind, restraining her. She struggled, but to no avail. One of the remaining draculoids walked over to Doll Face, bending down over her. He looked at her shirt, squinting to make out the blocky text.
"Die with your mask on… huh. That a killjoy thing? That's good to know." Bunny realized what he was going to do and struggled harder, but the draculoid holding her was too big. He pulled Doll Face's mask off. Bunny watched him throw it carelessly in the dirt. She thought she saw the leader draculoid cock his head, as if he had noticed something, but then he shook it a little as though to clear his thoughts. The draculoid near Doll Face pressed his ray gun to her temple and fired. A yell barely escaped Bunny's mouth before it was stifled by the draculoid's hand. The draculoid on the ground, his gun still smoking, did the same with A-Bomb, removing his mask and killing him with no hesitation. Bunny's mind raced, but she couldn't even process what had just happened in front of her eyes. Doll Face. A-Bomb. Dead on the ground. Just a few feet away from her. So this is where her bravery, her brashness, had gotten them. Panic and desolation hit her with a collision like a brick wall at ninety miles an hour.
She realized that the draculoid who had her captive had his ray gun in his holster, only a few inches from her hand. She slowly bent her hand towards it, her dry sobs and ragged breaths hopefully distracting the draculoids. Her fingers touched the plastic gun. Bunny closed her eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed the gun out of the draculoid's pocket, twisted around, and managed to shoot him so he crumpled to the ground. Two more shots felled the draculoid who had murdered Doll Face and A-Bomb. Bunny was just about to turn and take down the leader, but he knocked the gun from her hand. She responded with a crooked uppercut to his chin.
A jutting button on the sleeve of her jacket caught the edge of the draculoid's mask, pulling it off. His face made her jaw drop.
No, Bunny thought. No, no no, it's not…
The draculoid growled and pulled his fist back.
Then it all turned black.
Her mind wavered back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness, dusty hot pain and nice quiet black.
Right now was pain.
She heard him mumble to himself,
"Three dead killjoys. Korse will be pleased…"
Then the black came again. She was fine with it. She didn't want to have to think right now.