Well hellow there sweet children that are viewing my fanfic^-^ I hope you don't mind but i kind of veered away from the Fabulous Killjoys being the main character and made a OC...^_^ so yeah please review and guide me when you think i need it cause i probably do:) Thanks you so very much for reading and yea...whoosh...-starts story-...o and i don't own anything but my OCs Fleet Street (yes i got the name from Sweeney Todd), Cherry Plum and Scream Machine that are featured in this chapter. (I'm sowwy. i know in the beginning its confusing because it's in F.S.'s POV and she says that she escaped with a girl named Fleet Street too but it will all make since sooner or later i promise:))

Chapter 1: Identity Theft

People believed that in the year 2012 the world would end. Well it didn't. But a lot of people's lives did. There was a nuclear war between countries that didn't agree to much with each other. They decided that the only way to get along was to kill each other off and ended up with a war that lasted till 2016 killing more than half of the world population. America was some of the most affected. When the bombs hit, most of the cities were flattened. The desert expanded into a sandy stretch that consumed the whole west all the way to Missouri. Ruins splotched the landscape, only some inhabitable. This wasn't even the darkest days.

Just after the war ended, a corporation emerged. They called themselves 'Better Living Industries'. With their growth they built Battery City. They distributed pills that promised to help deal with the new world that people had to live in but it was just a plot to squash imagination so they could have all the control. And like any person to go through any shit people were willing to try anything to make it all better. Of course when there is a corrupt power, there are always people who refuse their brainwashing. They are known as the Killjoys. And this is their true story.

FLEET STREET'S POV

There was a sharp pain in my lower back. Then again in my right thigh. Over the next couple of minutes I counted five more burning pains that collided into me as I tried to escape. I knew I couldn't keep this up any much longer. The agonizing rays that were shot into me were slowly forcing me closer to stumbling. I didn't remember when I started running away from the Draculoid or even when they started chasing me. I just knew why they were after me and that I had to get to the other side of the walls of Battery City. I didn't know how I would make it, but I had to try. The gown that they dressed me in was alight with small flames that spread the burns farther down my back. It was horrid and it was amazing that I wasn't dead yet.

I remember escaping with my new friend Fleet Street. She helped un-tie me and undo the IV, but where did she go after that?...'I hope that she got away', I thought. I could feel myself slowing down and giving up. My feet got more clumsy as they tried to deal with every other nerve exploding in my body with every ray of energy. My eyes started to blur as I turned a corner down an ally way, shaking the Dracs for a little while. I could feel that the end was near and I still hadn't gotten my revenge. Why that sucks so many cow balls. There were still people I had to kill...hopefully slowly.

As I fell into a pile of garbage, I heard a voice.

"Cherry Plum, get the fuck up!"

It was Fleet Street. Trying to focus, I noticed she had something in her hands. Our masks and holstered ray-guns. She had gone a different way and retrieved our confiscated prefects. I smiled a weak smile as she helped me up.

"Your retarded to go get that shit, you know." I smiled.

"Well your retarded running out the fucking front door, Dumbass." She teased as she quietly lead us to the front entrance. "And if we had left without them we would have probably gone months without finding decent protection."

"Heehee. That isith what she said." I said with a sly smile. Fleety just shook her head with a grin.

When we escaped there was a organized riot, distracting the pesky doormen. The other crash queens and motor babies planned it so we could escape, knowing that we were the only ones that would be stupid enough or even skilled enough to have a chance of living.

Fleet Street quickly drug me through the wall with no one noticing. I was bleeding profusely, but I managed to hang on quiet pleasantly. She always made me less agitated. Her easy-going humor shining through even in stressful situations. That's why I stayed with her when we met. She had her ways of making everything seem less screwed up. That's why we were best friends.

A week or two before we were caught we had found a broken down pick-up abandoned in-between a few slabs of rubble that camouflaged it well from the view of the road. As a safety precaution, we put a bag of gear for emergencies in the trunk. The truck had been rusted through since before the war so using it to escape was out of the question.

Fleet Street set me behind the slabs hiding me. She carefully placed her foot by the back right tire and paced strategically to the plot she had hid the keys. It took one or two tries but she finally found the right spot of ground that had concealed them.

Before she could open the back of the old vehicle the sickening sound of motorcycles filled the air with a hopeless feel. They found us. We both knew this. Fleet Street tossed the keys at me with her devilish grin. I hated that I knew what she was planning. I tried to scream at her that it was stupid but she held her pointer finger over her mouth and winked at me. Damn it. I was too weak to stop her.

She walked out from behind the rubble a few minute before they reached us. I twisted around making my back yelp at me and looked through a little space between the stones were they didn't completely fit together. The Dracs swarmed around on their bikes and stopped. A few seconds later a low hum came from a sleek black car that had accompanied the Draculoid. Only one person was working for 'Better Living' that drove with the Dracs. Scream Machine. That's what he had been called as a killjoy anyway. He was the prick that went undercover for Better Living and capture me for experimentation. After that Fleet and I were assigned the degrading title Crash Queens.

Just seeing him made me barf in my mouth. Fleety felt the same repulsion. She gave her feelings away by almost murdering him while stepping out of the car. But of course he was too fast. He had already shot her in the shoulder, while a mask-wearing Drac shot her behind the knee before she could un-holster her gun. She fell to the ground with an pained oomph.

He stalked over to her collapsed body and smiled down at her victoriously. Suddenly, his face twisted into disappointed sneer. She was shaking on the ground, not from the trauma of the burns, but from hysterically laughing. Scram didn't enjoy this very much. He lifted up his left leg and thrusted his foot into her sternum, breaking it including some surrounding ribs. Fleet Street gasped in pain but after awhile the smile that mocked Scream reappeared on her mouth.

"Fancy meeting you here, Dipshit." She hissed, a glint in her eyes and a poisonous smile on her lips.

"Naw, not really. I'm use to seeing you on your back. Now tell me where Cherry Plum is." He growled, pulling her head off the ground by her tangled messy hair. He looking down on her like he was better which really pissed both of us off.

"She died in the city. Wasn't fast enough to even get past the walls. Pathetic really. But I got out just fine so Dr. D will be happy to know that. It was quite easy actually. I could tell you were in charge." She sneered. "I was slowed down this time but when you send me back I'm gonna just break out again. Not being tied down and all." She was lying through her teeth. She knew too well that that wasn't gonna happen, that she wasn't gonna live, and it seemed like I was the only one that gave a shit. A heap of horrid emotions pilled on my shoulders making my breathing strained. I let out little sobs that weren't loud enough for them to even know I was there.

"Oh, Darling. You aren't going back. You helped a enemy of Battery City escape the lab, dead or not. Your gonna die and rot here. Dr. Death Defying won't bat an eye at it let alone send anyone to check. Ha-ha and the best part is I get to kill you." His own personal loathing for her getting the best out of him, letting a giggle slip out. He took out his gun again, and pointed it a couple of inches from her heart, knowing that it would kill her slowly and painfully.

With a burst of laughter she said, "Aww your just pissy that you couldn't get in my pants."

Pulling the trigger, he sent a energy ray through her, melting her flesh. "Die like the dog you are, Killjoy." With that he left. They didn't even look around. Ever since we met I knew Scream was gullible but not that stupid. In a matter of minutes, they were gone and heading back to the city.

Ignoring the oozy liquid dripping down my back, I crawled the ten yards to my dying friend. She was lying there, her blood soaking the orangey sand slowly. It reached her messy dark hair, making it stick together. She looked so pitiful. It was the worst feeling I'd ever felt and I regret seeing it but I wouldn't be anywhere else.

I reached her finally, sitting up on my butt pulling her into my lap. I looked down into her face. She still had her sarcastic smile on her face that she never took off. Her eyes were closed but when she felt me staring at her she opened them. The pretty chocolate color had a little of a glazed over look to them.

Her smile grew bigger. "Damn, Dude. You look like shit." She said laughing at her own words. She meant them to be funny but they just made me sadder.

"Why the hell you do that, Dumbass!" I fumed. "You're so stupid. I can't believe you would do that! I mean come on, seriously. Imma die without you. Not being over dramatic at all. Im gonna end up sitting on my gun and killing myself."

"Wait...You holster Cherry Plum in your ass? Who's fucking stupid now." She teased, beaming and interrupting my rant.

"Still you. God damn, it. I would have died without you saving me back there. What am I supposed to do now, cause as I see it, I'm fucked." I responded with a sour face.

"Shut the fuck up, kid. You know you'll be just fine. Cause there ain't no way is hell you're getting dusted. Your gonna ghost all the Better Living assholes and then your gonna fine someone good enough to take over for you. Well you better cause you're not goin out without finding some mother fucking ass. You got it? Then you're gonna have a fucked up twisted little twerp named September." She looked up, suddenly serious.

"September? Wait, what?" I asked, not following her train of thought.

"Well, with the way the world is now, no one has that much to live for or even look forward to. When I was growing up and had nothing, my brother would tell me that if we could just make it to September things would get better. Well it never really did but just believing that it might always kept us going. So if you had a little brat you would have something to live, which makes September a suitable name." She revealed.

"Fleety, what happened to your brother?" I asked not knowing that she had a sibling.

"-sighs- We got separated before the war and I haven't heard a single thing from him. It's really unlikely but I still think he's still alive so where. He was always such a strong person, even though he wasn't that tall." She laughed at the last part, making me laugh too cause I'm also unfortunate in the height department.

"You know what. If he's anything like you then I would guess he is still alive, kicking so much ass. And scamming people out of their crap too." I said trying to be as cheery as I could, remembering the old days when we would trick battery city folks shitless.

"One can only hope," After think for a bit she said, "Ha-ha your gonna miss me, kid. But you'll be fine. Your Badass. And you have one hell of a trigger finger, better than the other killjoys even."

"Damn strait I'll miss you. Clumsy me will be dead by noon tomorrow, just wait." I said, crying a little.

"Have a little faith that it'll all work out." She encouraged. For a while there we just sat. Eventually, her breathing weakened and her heart beat slowed to barely anything. Right before she left me alone she remembered something. She reached up to her neck with a trembling hand and undid her necklace. It was a red beaded chained necklace that had a open razor blade as a pendant, dripping with blood.

"My brother gave this to me before we got separated. It's to pretty to be left with a dead body so please take it and...", -sighs- "Just behave, squirt."

"Sweeney Todd." I laughed as I put two and two together, her name and her brother's gift.

"Yea I'm a nub, but you're the one that sounds like a god damn stripper."

"Hey ,hey now. Cherry is my real name. SHHHHHH but don't tell anyone." I replied

"I'll be silent as the dead." She morbidly joked. Yea that was the Fleet Street I had gotten to know over the months. With that was the last of our conversation. Our last conversation.

Scream had meant to make her death slow and painful which it was. For forty-five minutes, Fleet Street laid on my lap not even complaining about the pain. We sat there in our but mostly her blood that soaked through my testing gown and her uniform given to her for hard labor. I was there the whole time with her till the end. When death came to her, I saw her sarcastic bubbly humorous light leave her eyes, leaving me there all alone. At first there was almost too much sadness to deal with. I pushed her body off of me and curled in on myself, hyperventilating for the longest time.

After i pulled myself together a little, I got up. Slowly, I made it over to the rusted through pick-up and opened the trunk. I took a hair tie and pulled my black and red hair into a loose pony-tail so I could clean my wounds. The rubbing-alcohol wipes stung as I cleaned and bandaged. I changed into a Beastie Boy tee that was full of holes and a pair of black skinny jeans. A pair of boots that were way to familiar was placed in the back so I picked them up and put them on my bare feet. I took a leather jacket out and put it too. It hid my holsters that I had already put on very nicely. Cherry Plum was placed on my left side and the right one was empty. The feeling of the lop-sidedness intensified the overwhelming feeling of loss. I walked over to Fleet Street's body and picked up her gun(named Fleet Street). I placed her in the empty one. At the last moment, I turned around and took out my mask. I placed it on my friends lifeless face, honoring Dr. Death Defying's advise dying with your mask on if you have to, and retrieved her old on. I stared at it, admiring how hard she worked on it. She had torn two individual masks apart and stapled them together. The left side was a Jack Skellington, his mischievous expression and all. The right was an old time porcelain-looking dollface that had a haunting and aged appeal to it. The two looked different enough, with the doll face's musty cream color and jack's starchiness, to be fucking creepy. I placed it on my face as I slowly walked in some direction with no particular direction trying to get away from everything.

That was about a year ago. That was the day I went back to being all alone. That was also the day the world lost a killjoy named Madeline Summers. She died but Fleet Street didn't. When she was gone, Cherry Plum didn't mean anything anymore. So I abandoned the name but not the gun, its reputation and all. No one had ever heard of the gun or the name Fleet Street. It didn't have the responsibilities like Cherry Plum did. It allowed me to screw around as much as I want/needed and that's how i decided to waste the last year.

I took the swapped mask out, like I had for a while now and placed it on my face. Overtime Dr. D would ask across his channel if anyone had heard from 'Cherry Plum' but of course no one had. She died a long time ago. It was about time that I get it together and try to actually help with the Better Living shitholes situation though. I started wanting my revenge, more and more every day

From the day I had escaped from their prison lab, I was left with two terrible things that would never go away and sometimes would be such a bitch to carry around. If you survive an assault with ray guns you're one lucky son of a bitch, but the nerves are damaged to an extent. It is likely you would have phantom pains that makes you relive the day you got them. With the existent of the wounds I received, the amount and frequency of the spasms were heightened to an abnormal and unfortunate level.

The other thing that burdened me was something much worse than the pain. It was being owned. You see, when your tricked but a Drac like I was you get labeled a Crash Queen. They tattoo this name on the back of the neck, branding you with humiliation. Well I'm not that much for being owned. A Killjoy spider keeps the terrible words company on the right side of me neck, biding its time, waiting for something corrupt to get stuck in its web so it could feed on its internal organs, slowly bleeding it dry of its power over the world.

Hellow again:) The first chapter was just to give a little background on Fleet Street/Cherry Plum and how she turned into who she is and why she's so bent on revenge. Don't worry. The lovely and Fabulous Killjoys will be joining us soon most likely in the next chapter. So yea PWEASE PWEASE REVIEW! cause I don't want to be writing something no one wants to read^-^