Hey guys! So I'm starting a killjoy story, quite obviously! I don't really know if I'm going to do any romances but if the majority likes then I'll give. Tell me what you think!
In the year 2019, most of humanity was lost to the apocalypse. But not all. Korse had finally done it, had finally found a way to take away a man's will and destroy his mind. Under the disguise of Better Living Industries, better known as BL/ind, pills were given out to heighten people's well-being- by destroying their emotions. No pain, no longing, no rejection, no more worrying about life's up and downs. 5 star pills to relax your psyche.
Amazingly, everyone fell into this trap with the exception of a seldom few who were labeled as rebels. Thus was the start of the Killjoys, mankind's last protection. The Killjoys were classified into three different levels; Intermediate, Class 5, and lethal. The few that were named lethal were put on alert and were dealt with by the Chief Exterminator's wishes. Needless to say, many were killed.
A tall and shapely woman who looked to be in her early twenties strutted down a brightly-lit hallway. Some of the male staff stared as she passed by while others actually stopped to observe the beauty. She took a neat hand and brushed her half fringe out of her left eye. It was unknown as to whether the men were ogling at her stating figure, or if it was her oddly-colored scene hair that halted them in their tracks. She was clad in a steel grey, high-waisted pencil skirt that ended just below her bust. Her upper-body clothing consisted of a white, long-sleeved dress shirt with a few buttons open. All of this was built upon long beige legs that ended in black so-called "hooker heels". Everything about her turned heads. And what she was about to do would certainly turn BL/ind's head.
"Tell me where they are."
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
Korse grinned. "Oh, I believe you'll be the one going to hell. If you don't give me my information, I'll just have to turn you into one of my Draculoids. I'm sure you'll comply with my orders then."
The young prisoner's faced paled considerably but she stilled her features. Her garden turquoise eyes narrowed and she took a quick glance at the shackles that held her wrists. Korse took notice and roughly grabbed her chin.
"You aren't going anywhere!" he roared. She gave a victorious smirk and he stepped away from her, furrowing his brows and giving a slightly concerned expression.
"If the cat's escaped once" she rasped, "nothing will stop her from freedom."
Korse fumbled his way out of the bone white cell and the locks' clicking reached her ears. She almost looked away from her cell door but a shadow caught her attention. She could hear the stranger's voice along with Korse's.
"What are you doing here?"
"Isoda wishes to know the prisoner's progress."
A pregnant pause heightened the anxiety in the atmosphere. Her eyes closed as she breathed out a sad sigh. How terrible it must have been for NewsAGoGo to become an entirely new person, one with no remorse for killing her former friends.
"I will tell her myself. Do not worry about giving Airi the news."
"I assume the interrogation was unsuccessful?"
"Prep her for the torture room."
She couldn't tell which was louder, her heart beat or Korse's footsteps. A few chilling minutes passed but the shadow in front of the filmed window remained. She watched as the door handle slowly rotated to the left and the door opened.
"C'mon!"
"Here, Jet Star, let me try."
The wavy haired man sighed but relinquished the device to the child. He watched as after some button-pressing, guns and batteries popped out of the vending machine. "Seriously, Missile, how do you manage that?"
Missile Kid laughed and scratched her curly head but didn't answer. Together, they gathered the items and stuffed them into the van before shutting the door and turning the engine on.
"We didn't forget anything, right?" Missile asked innocently.
Jet Star froze and looked over the driver's seat to stare at the little Killjoy. Was she being serious, or...?
"Nah, we didn't forget anything," she assured herself. He gave a shrug and turned back around but what was in front of the car made him jump and swear.
"Language!" Missile scolded, but she sprung out of her seat to check out what gave Jet such a shock. A gasp escaped her mouth. "C'mon, we gotta go and help her!"
They both rushed out of the van and flew to the girl's side. She was dressed in a outfit and before Missile Kid could touch her, Jet grabbed Missile's hand and gently urged her back. His other hand slowly reached out and nudged the girl's shoulder but she gave no response. His fingers cautiously moved to her neck and a strong pulse greeted him.
"She's alive," he confirmed.
Missile's eyebrows creased into a worried expression. "But she won't be if we leave her here. Do you think she's a Killjoy?"
"Perhaps," came the mumble as he picked her up into his arms and carried her back to their van. Missile ran in front of him and slid the door open for Jet to deposit her onto the seat. She clambered in front of the girl and sat on the van's carpet to assess the girl's health. Once Jet Star turned the key, they sped off to the Diner.
"I wish we had better food," Fun Ghoul complained. Party Poison sighed in agreement.
"You know, even though it's kind of like dog food-"
"It is dog food," Ghoul muttered.
"-it doesn't taste that bad," Poison finished in a louder voice. "Meat and veggies, what else could you ask for?"
"A microwave?"
"You can always leave it outside if you'd like."
Ghoul peered out the window. "Speaking of outside, it looks like Jet and Missile are back."
Poison got to his feet and shoved Fun Ghoul into an unsuspecting Show Pony before running away in snickers.
"Hey, I don't want you touching me unless you're gay," Show Pony deadpanned.
Poison erupted into a fit of laughing gasps as Ghoul contemplated the statement.
"What? That doesn't even make sense..." he trailed off and growled as he ran after his best friend. He opened the Diner's glass door and stretched under the sun's warm beams. It felt good out in the desert for a few minutes before it became unbearably hot. Standing next to Poison, they waited as the van began to park next to the Trans Am. Poison turned to his left to see his brother walking towards them.
"Hey Kobra. Done with target practice?"
Kobra Kid folded his sunglasses and stuffed them in his pocket. "Yeah, I'm finished. Where are they coming from?"
"Vend-a-hacking," Ghoul answered. Missile Kid threw back the door and blasted out of the car.
"Guys, look! We found someone at the base!" she exclaimed. Party Poison's hazel eyes widened and he, along with Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul, ran over to the backseat side. Jet Star shut his door and came around to stare as well. She wasn't really that much of a girl. More like a young woman. She looked like she was maybe twenty-two or so. What really struck the four Killjoys was her hair. The wavy curls were splashed with yellow, electric blue, and white. The colors complemented her toasted almond skin.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Missile Kid breathed in awe as she stared from the hair to the voluptuous eyelashes. Party moved forward to take her out of the car. As he lifted her, she hung like dead weight. The white clothes concerned him as he wondered what her connections to BL/ind were.
"It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with her," Kobra informed uncertainly. Ghoul looked from him, to the unconscious girl, then to Poison.
"She just looks like she's asleep. What do we do?" he voiced. Party carried her into the Diner and set her down in one of the beds in the back while the rest followed behind him. They gazed at him quizzically and he took a deep breath.
"Jet, you're the 'medical expert' here," he joked. The atmosphere seemed to lighten a bit as all eyes turned to him. Jet shrugged.
"Let her sleep."
Jet turned on his heel and made his way to the booth. They stared at him before crowding into the booth as well. Cans of Power Pup sat in front of them all.
"That's it?" Missile asked.
"No signs of physical trauma. Strong pulse. She just needs some rest."
Ghoul snorted. "Some medical expert you are."
Jet snatched the can opener out of Ghoul's gloved hand and began to open his own meal.
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