Foreword:
A good story ultimately leads to good things. Love conquering evil, defying those that doubt you and bringing happiness to those involved. A good story never features the fear of loss as that fear is irrelevant. A good story bestows hope in every being. This is not one of those stories for it was love that led to his demise. Our leader. Our protector. Our hero. But most importantly- the love of my life. Ghosted in the desert on that fateful day, his shadow lives on but it's not the same. We are not one without his guidance. We are not whole without his wisdom and leadership. We are not the fabulous killjoys without my beloved Party Poison.
Chapter 1: The beginning of the end:
Battery City Desert is renowned for its hide-outs. Old factories, abandoned warehouses and deserted shops all act as safe-guards for the fleeing population of California. It is also renowned for its inhabitants; the notorious killjoys. I am one of them- a mere spot on the spectrum of run-aways and outlaws. My name? Fun Ghoul.
I fight the system and seek revenge with the only people who I hold dear; Jet Star, Kobra Kid and most important of them all, Party Poison-my leader and also the keeper of my heart. Sitting outside of the Diner I call home, I wait eagerly for my orders regarding our next 'drac raid', a sort of hit and run mission in the killjoy community. The way Party Poison commands us is intoxicating. The words spill from his mouth at a slant and his ruby red hair shines by the light of the fire burning away in front of us. He glances up at me with his sparkling brown eyes as if looking deep into my soul and for a moment it seems as if there is a hidden meaning behind it, one of intrigue and lust. I soon shrug the idea off though as he bows his head once more continuing with drawing up his orders. It's getting late and the wind starts to send chills down my body. I shiver and Party Poison looks concerned. He always looks out for me no matter what and that's why he's my hero. His will and desire to help others always spurs me on and his battle with his inner demons endlessly inspires me. You see, around the time of BLI's rise to power, Poison lost everything-his family, his home, even the trust he bestowed in people and instead he gained the reputation of an alcoholic-alcohol being his only escape from a world so corrupt.
Luckily he has been sober for years but the moment he touches alcohol again is the moment he loses everything. Apart from me. If I were to leave it would hurt me more than he will ever know. I am suddenly brought back to reality as the cold air seeps into my bones and as my eyes adjust I am greeted by the sight of the others getting up to leave. As my three companions head back towards the entrance of the Diner, Poison looks back and opens his mouth as if to say something. Something he's been longing to say for too long but never had the chance. Something I wish he would say to stop the pain inside me. Something like 'I love you'.
After a brief pause he obviously decides against it and shuts the door behind him and the sound rings through my ears. I am left alone with nothing but the stars in the sky and the sand to absorb the tears that slowly start to trickle down my face. The dwindling fire is soon extinguished by the ice cold wind and I am shrouded in darkness.