Hey everyone. My other stories are all on hiatus right now because I hate every last one of them. Just being blunt. I wanted to do something more original and for the first time ever, I really love what I've written. If you would like to read more, please review.

CHAPTER ONE: THE SHARPEST LIVES

The desert was considered the place of the unclean. The gangs, the rascals, the killjoys. Unless you were highly trained you wouldn't be able to tell now, though, what with the tear drops of sunset glittering different shades across the sparkling sands and oasis. It was one long winding road to battery city, and only with a sharp eye could you spot the shack across the border of zone 6.

The shack changed locations many times for me. The only way I could find it was if I squinted through a pair of Infrared goggles and spotted the difference in heat from the sand and the tin roof. If I couldn't find it before the sun went down, all was lost and I was considered a failure. But that had only happened a few times before; the real unsettling part was where I had to complete the last part of the mission.

I kicked the sand carelessly with my blue doc martins and flipped the United States flag-printed hood over my head, securing that the wiring protruding from my left ear was safely hidden. With the right kind of swagger I would blend right in with the rest of the desert scum, speaking of which, were only approximately a few feet in front of me.

Two male killjoys, one with bright pink swooping hair and knee high silver boots, a bubble vest slightly covering the slit sleeves of his shirt. The other, displaying a lime green mowhawk, leaned against the shack, which was vibrating slightly as the noise within it bounced and echoed inside, protruding through the cracks of the tightly shut door. He flipped a ray gun lazily in one hand and took a drag of a cigarette in the other. The smoke floated into the air reflecting the colors of the sky, turning into a dark purple as its smell mixing in with the musk and the flaming temperature smell of the zone.

The pink haired one noticed me first, sluggishly looking behind him and doing a quick double take, an obnoxious grin quickly spreading across his face. The green haired one simply smirked and tossed the cigarette in front of me. Playing along I leaned down and picked it up, and as the pink haired killjoy leaned over to check out the shorts I had on I snapped up to find the paper still lit. I took a drag of the tobacco and puffed a circle out, raising my eyes at the boys.

Pink crossed his arms, clanking the metal bracelets he had on and whistled. "Comin to see the show, aren't yeah, babydoll?" He laughed out loud before Green could slap him across the face with the hilt of his gun, causing Pink's nose to bleed.

My eyes narrowed at this display of violence as Green noticed me and smiled apologetically, but his eyes told me otherwise.

"Sorry Miss." He drawled, flipping his hair and walking towards me. "Catch here doesn't know how to treat a lady. But I'm Throttle, and I would most definitely love to assist to your needs."

Throttle came up and grabbed my hand with what I'm sure he considered compassion, but it felt more like force, and he kissed it. My blood boiled in disgust but the rise of pink in my cheeks was only taken as a blush by Throttle as he became cockier and brushed my hair out of the way.

My skin crawled and my heartbeat was nauseatingly unstable, the pulse completely clashing with the stomping sounds of the crowd inside the shack jumping to the rhythm of the music being played. Using the sudden dizziness I leaned against Throttle a bit to hold myself steady as I blinked my eyes viciously and said, " Your buddy had it right. I've just got to see the show."

Catch cackled in response and strode over to trace my spine with his fingertips, feeling the bumpy bone against the thin fabric of my top. "Told you, Throttle, I told you!"

Throttle rolled his eyes in response and led me to the door. "Of COURSE you could come in, lil lady. Only, we aint supposed to let no more visitors in the floor. But now now, don't you fret, because we have plenty of room backstage."

Annddd presto. Part one of the mission done.

I grinned up, my eyes shining with excitement. "Backstage?" I squealed, "So I could, like, meet the band?"

"Only the best for the cutest Miss in the zone. But unfortunately we're gonna have to see a bit more of the Miss, purely for incentive to let you in, so why don't you just lift up that lil shirt you've got on for a few moments so we can all be happy?"

Despite catch howling into another fit of laughter, the atmosphere changed immediately. My eyes narrowed and I sucked in a ball of spit, launching it at Throttle's face, screaming "FUCK YOU!"

As I expected they were unreasonably prepared. As Throttle howled in rage, Catch grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall, a cloud of dust puffing into the air from the impact. I turned my face away and winced at the bolt of pain and he took the opportunity to whisper menacingly into my ear, "That's how you want to play, huh?"

"It's fucking Party Poison!" Throttle spat on the ground, wiping his face off as he stormed over to me. His fake southern drawl had completely disappeared; he was through with trying to be a charmer. "He told all the fucking girls to do that if any fucking guy asked a chick to show her tits. Should have known, that's who's playing tonight anyways…" He held his gun in the same hand he grabbed my cheek with, the metal just as sweaty as his palms. With his other hand he reached into his pocket and grabbed a small dusty card, one with the Better Living Industries logo crossed out with some duct tape. "You want your friggin backstage pass? Lift up your damn shirt and give me some kissing action mixed in there. And I want you to go tell Party Poison and his gang that spitting in a man's face don't work."

And he made the fatal mistake of pulling me to his face and smothering me, breaking only to point to my chest.

I reached down, pulled out a hidden ray gun and shot them both dead, the smell of their burnt tissue in the air.