The Prophet
It had been 4 months. 4 months since I've seen Dr. Death. As I flew down the once joyful streets of the Californian desert in my Impala, I thought about how I had failed and how I was going to tell him. It's not like he would hate me for it, it's just that I don't want to disappoint him. He was like a father to me. Hell, he pretty much was my father. After BL/ind sent draculoids to kill my real father for training killjoys to fight against them, I was torn to pieces. I was only 19 at the time and lived in Chicago, Illinois. And that's when I found out about Dr. Death. I set off to find him in California and eventually found him. I told Doc my story and he took me in. Now I'm 26 and I was on a mission, to find Korse and kill his sorry ass. It's what I had trained years for with Dr. Death and other killjoys and now I failed him. Though, I knew it wouldn't turn out how we wanted. I knew because I am a prophet, hence my killjoy name, Chicago Prophet. Basically, I can see the future before it happens. That's why my father trained killjoys, because I told him what was going to happen and he wanted to be prepared for it. It was too late though and we couldn't do anything about it.
As I pulled up at the broken down diner, I noticed someone else's car in the lot. It couldn't be Dr. Death's because well he was paralyzed from the waist down, and it would be pointless for him to get a car. The car was a 1978 Trans-Am. There was a large spider decal plastered on the hood of the Trans-Am and the rest of it was decorated with various designs. I took caution and the knife I had in one of my holsters out. I slowly entered the diner. The lights were on. "Doc, you in here," I called out. There was no answer but then a man with red hair came out from the door behind the bar of the diner and before there was any time I ran behind the bar, grabbed the man, and held my knife to his neck. "Who the hell are you! Answer me now," I screamed at him. "Calm down, I'm a killjoy like you and came to find Dr. Death. Would you let go of me!" he fired back. "Oh yeah? Then what's your name?" I questioned him. "Party Poison now let me go!" he tried to get out of my lock but I'm a trained professional, it wasn't going to happen. "Damn it! Jet Star, Kobra Kid! Come help me!" the one claiming to be Party Poison yelled. 'Jet Star' and 'Kobra Kid' came out of the back room and when they realized the situation Party Poison was, they busted out laughing. "Poison, a girl has you in a lock? I thought you were a man," Jet Star said. "Who are you people?" I said gripping my lock on Party Poison. "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, were just here for Dr. Death," Kobra Kid stated. "Why do you want him? I swear to God if you bastards are here to take him away to I'll kill you all!" I said to the men. Just them Show Pony came out with Dr. Death and a man with black hair. "What in the blue hell is going on out here?" Death asked us. "Do you know these asswipes?" I said still with the knife at Poison's neck. Dr. Death sighed, "Yes Prophet you can let go of him." Doc said. "By the way, I told you she could kick ass," Dr. Death said to the killjoys as I freed Poison. "Damn that girl has a tight grip," Poison said while cracking his neck. "Who are these guys?" I asked Dr. Death as I put my knife back in the holster. "These guys are The Fabulous Killjoys," Dr. Death said, "and they'll be staying here with us at the diner." "What! How could you just let some killjoys you don't know in our home base! For all you know they could be working for Korse!" I said, cringing at the fact that I brought up Korse and that Death would soon ask me about the mission. "Calm down Prophet," Show Pony said, "I am TIRED of people telling me that," I screeched, "I will NOT calm down when I have a bunch of free loading strangers in my home!" I couldn't listen anymore. I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut.
"How could he do this without telling me?" I thought. I was so angry that I didn't care about how I had failed my mission. All I cared about was keeping an eye on those 'killjoys' and keeping the Dr. safe. If they tried anything, they would be dead in a heartbeat. Literally.