A Dangerous Dawn.
Disclaimer: I do not own The killjoys (as if) or the world in which this is set, it all belongs to the amazing guys from My Chemical Romance.
Chapter One:
The low sound of static cleared as the old video camera was adjusted to a better position, the screen was dark except for the little red symbol showing that it was recording. A clear, strong voice rung out of the darkness, even though you could not see any face on the screen, you would be able to tell from the voice that this girl was young but tough. Her voice showed her youth to some extent but it was strong and you could hear an immature ring to it.
"I don't even know why I'm recording this, it's not like any one is going to listen to it any way, if you're listening to this and you're a Killjoy you know this all ready, a lot of you all too well but if you not a Killjoy and you are watching this you probably won't believe me or your part of B/Lind and you are the reason for this video."
She stopped, trying to remain calm. The thought of B/Lind made her furious.
"My name is Deathly Dawn and if you can't tell from the name, I'm a Killjoy, have been for 5 yrs now. I'm based deep in zone 6 but I tend to roam from zone to zone a lot. I don't trust a lot of people and the ones that I do are all Killjoys I meet back when I first became one of the neon warriors. It wasn't always like this though."
Again there was a short stop as the Killjoy gathered her thoughts.
"I was 9 when the fires came, in the confusion and the terror I was separated from my parents, I don't know what happened to them, they might of died or brain washed by B/Lind if they savvied. I had an older sister too, we escaped the fires together, and she was 11 at the time. After that we didn't know what to do, B/Lind had only just started to take control. My sister and I lived in a small house on the edge of Battery City. We were always a little suspicious of B/Lind, before the fires my sister and I were normal kids that just happened to love Sci-fi and conspiracy theories so we always had thoughts like that towards B/Lind. We hung around Battery City, steadily getting more suspicious of the organisation, by this point two yrs had past and I was 11 and my sister was 13."
"We knew things were just going to get worse when the feeling suppressing pills came out. The promised that it would take away feelings of pain, sadness and anger and it did. We refused to take the pills and resorted to acting like we had taken them while hiding the little pills. We had been thinking about becoming Killjoys for a while and decided to leave Battery City soon after the pills became compulsory. People stopped being depressed and violent yes, but it wasn't long before they stopped doing everything else, stopped smiling, and stopped laughing. We tried to leave, we managed to make it to the old highway tunnels without being spotted and arrested for being out after curfew. When we got to the tunnels we were attacked by Dracs, we didn't have ray guns but my sister had taught me how to fist fight. I was smaller than my sister and faster so I managed to brake free but I wouldn't have left without her is she didn't make me promise to escape even if it meant leaving her behind. I just kept running until I was well into the wastelands of the zones, I don't know how long I had spent walking around before I finally came to a Killjoy safe house. The Killjoys were suspicious of me at first but I told them my story any way. They gave me Killjoy cloths and my own mask and ray gun. I stayed at the safe house until I was 13 when my closest friend was ghosted by Dracs. I stole one of the Dracs motorbikes and just kept going until I was in zone 6. I never found out what happened to my sister and I probably never will."
There was silence for a few moments.
"I'm now 16 almost 17 and living the life I always wanted, I'm as free as a bird, I paint every day, I sing whenever I want too and I fight Dracs on a daily basis. I earned myself a little nickname over the years, other Killjoys know me as the grand theft auto Killjoy. Whenever I fight Dracs I take their motorbikes, cars, vans or any other vehicle they have with them. Sometimes I just drive around looking for Dracs so I can take their rides. A lot of these rides I drop off at different safe houses in the middle of the night with a note saying it is a present from me to any Killjoy that needs a ride. The latest models that I steal end up painted with my colours and stored at my base for my own personal use, others I pull apart and give put as spare parts or use them to modify other rides. I keep a regular watch on Dr D's radio station because he puts a call out to me to tell me if there is a specific Killjoy in need of my services. I'm a talented driver and B-Lind likes to keep its Dracs up to date with the latest in motor technology, that means I always stay up to date when I take their rides, so all the Killjoys stay up to date. That's my story so far; never let them take you alive and die with your mask on."
There was a shuffling of movement and the camera was turned off. Deathly Dawn stood up from her place on the sandy floor; even though she couldn't see outside she estimated that it was the early hours of the morning. Her old oil lamp was burning steadily on her right giving the dusty cave a faint glow as the light bounces of the glass and mirrors of the countless cars and motorbikes parked in the large cave. On the outside this cave looked like a pile of big boulders in the middle of the desert but in fact the cave went a lot deeper into the earth. The top level was where Deathly stored her favourite vehicles and the latest models; this was where she sat now leaning up against her prize motorbike that she had stolen from Korse himself. It had originally been white with a black B/Lind smiley face in it but she had soon painted it with her colours. It was now a bright purple with blue sides and black diagonal stripes on the front wheel cover. Some of the other vehicles in the cave carried these colours in various designs, these were her personal machines. Other vehicles were painted in different neon designs, these rides she was keeping for when Dr. D puts a call out to her telling her there is a Killjoy in need of her unique help. All other vehicles she are soon dropped at different safe houses and kept white or black so the new owners can put their own colours on it.
Deathly looked around the dim cave smiling to herself. This was her palace completely; she never let other people in her cave, not even Dr. D, though he had never asked.
She moved to a small gap in the wall where it led down to a lower chamber. This space was smaller and contained a single hammock in one of the corners of the room; there was a camp fire with a small gas stove and kettle next to it. The room was littered with parts of cars, paintings and weapons. She kept her ray gun in the holster on her thigh but she also kept countless others in hiding places throughout the cave as well as an odd rocket launcher and rapid-fire ray gun.
Deathly set the video camera down on a chest of draws and opened the top draw, reviling a large box of batteries, a ray gun and cans of tined food. She started rummaging through the draw looking for the large jar of coffee she kept on hand. To her dismay the jar had been emptied of its contents only yesterday.
"Damn!" Deathly muttered, she had been meaning to make a trip to Dr. D's for a while.
Dr. D and Deathly had a mutual agreement that in exchange for her mechanical help and her grand theft auto skills he would supply her with coffee. She usually helps Killjoys out for free but Dr. D's favours were something different. Deathly didn't like the idea of being at someone's beck and call like most Killjoys but all Dr. D asked of her was that she keep an ear out for any alerts he put out on the radio about stranded Killjoys in need of a new car or motorbike and to take them said vehicle. She didn't mind Dr. D asking this of her after all he did for the Killjoys.
Deathly walked back up to the top chamber and started climbing up a few hand grips that were bolted into the side of the wall. A small metal trap door was fitted into the roof of the cave; she unbolted the latches and pushed the door open. Sun light flooded into the dim cave, showing just how big it was. Deathly jumped to the floor and went to grab the memory chip out of the video camera and a small padded capsule the same size of the ammunition for her rocket launcher. She then presided to grab her rocket launcher and climbing up the small trap door.
Deathly strained her eyes against the bright light out side, it was intensified by the bright colours of the open desert. She loaded the capsule containing her recorded story into the rocket launcher, aimed at the horizon and fired. She did this twice a year, once on her sister's birthday and again on her parent's anniversary. It was her way of telling her lost family about her life now. She knew the message would never be found out in the desert but it was the equivalent of talking to the stars to communicate with a dead relative. She stared out to the horizon, lost in thought for a moment before disappearing down the trap door again.
She moved around the cave quickly, grabbing a backpack full of spare motor parts, her mask and checking to make sure her rag gun was in its holster. She jumped on her motorbike and reeved it a few times to test the feel. Satisfied she slid back a curtain reviling a large dark tunnel. This was the only way in and out of the cave not including the small trap door. It leads a few hundred meters under the desert floor before coming up at a rocky out crop.
Deathly sped down the tunnel, slipping her Killjoy mask down to cover her face when she saw the bright spot of light up ahead. With in a few seconds she was out of the tunnel and speeding away into the desert of zone 6.