A/N as I mentioned, this is a drabble that I wrote on my IPod. I had a plot idea in my head and had to get it down but the question is whether anyone would read it. So here I am. This drabble's life depends on your reviews. If you like it, you NEED TO TELL ME.

For Party Poison, fighting the Better Living Industry cronies was not a war but a game. It was technicolor and individuality VS. black-and-white monotony. He knew the odds of him and the rest of the crew winning were slim, but there was no obvious harm in trying, except maybe dying in the process. He blew the tip of his laser gun, having to have used it nonstop for the last few minutes. It seemed that at the moment they were winning: they had shot down at least a dozen Draculoids in the dessert, and nearly had gotten the leader, the grim-faced bald guy they knew to be named Korse.

"No dog food tonight boys, we've got reason to celebrate!" he smiled as they approached their car in the distance, parked randomly in the middle of the dessert. Fun Ghoul smirked smugly.

"Aww, but I like dog food!" he pouted childishly. Kobra Kid shook his head.

"Of course you do..." he muttered.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ghoul shot back. He wasn't entirely serious, that much was obvious. He never was.

"Means I couldn't imagine anything less coming from you," Kobra retorted, smiling.

"Excuse me, I hate to disrupt your pointless banter, but we appear to have a bit of a problem," Jet Star said, eyeing their car. In the distance there appeared to be something on the back, something that clearly hadn't been there before. They exchanged mute glances, and continued to stride toward their car. The nearer they got, the more they could make out of the mysterious foreign object. Size, shape and color slowly became visible to them little at a time until they could see it clearly. Only it wasn't exactly an 'it'. It was a her.

"What the..." Party Poison murmured.

Poison stared blankly down at the unmoving body placed deliberately on the back of their car. Next to it was a worn piece of paper that was being held down by a desert rock. After a moment of taking in the appearance of the body, he picked up the rock from the paper and threw it on the ground. He cautiously lifted the paper from its place and read the words that were before him, written in rushed, feminine hand writing.

Killjoys-

You don't know me, but I am asking you to do me the biggest favor in the world. Or at least it would seem so to me. You see this girl? She's my little sister. And I am Lady Leech. You've probably heard of me at this point; I am like you guys, only we were in New York when...IT happened. When the world was wiped out and people were starting to be hypnotized by the Better Living cronies. As you probably already know, we traveled down here hearing it was safer only to find it was all the same. Gone was emotion and color. And so we have been fighting BL/ind just as you all have been. Only difference is I'm about to die. They're hot on my trail and you are the only chance my sister has of getting out of this alive. She wouldn't be able to make it alone; she's just too young and fragile. Emotionally anyway. Do not doubt her strength; I trained her and I trained her pretty damn well, though there is room for improvement.

Her name is Sarah, but her codename is Crash Baby. She deserves a life where she can feel happiness, sadness, anger or whatever she wants. I trust you can give her a chance to live, and truly live.

Don't bother looking for me, I'm most likely dead. They've probably found me by now.

Thank you,

Lady Leech aka Beatrix "Bea" Heller.

P.S, the wound on the head was from a close call with the BL/ind goons. I wouldn't ask her about it if I were you. Which leads me to my next tip: when she does wake up, do not stare at her eyes. It would be a very easy thing to do, but it makes her uncomfortable, though if you complement her on them she'll be less fidgety. You'll understand this warning once she wakes up.