AN: HI! this is another killjoy fanfic i'm writing dedicated to my friend Heaven (aka: Midnight Violet). this story is not connected to my other fanfic, but i promise it's just as good ;) R&R plez!
disclaimer: i only own half the plot (my friend heaven came up with the half of it, im just the writer) and i (sadly) do not own the fabulous killjoys. but other than that, its mine ppl- sorry! now, on with the first chapter! :D
I lifted up the bottom half of my mask and shoved the pill into my mouth, swallowing it without any water. I walked along in the single file line just like all the other dracs. That's all we did: take our "happy" pills, follow orders, and kill the rebels. Today, we walking down the all-too familiar white hallway with harsh lighting, down to the garage where the cars we take out into the desert resided. A left turn, a right turn, another right, another left; this building was like a maze.
For me, however, I knew exactly where I was going, though I was never able to escape. Today was supposed to be like any other, until we turned the last corner that led to the stairway- that's when everything changed. A man with crimson red hair and a yellow masquerade mask came bounding up the stairs, his yellow raygun pointed in our direction. There was one drac standing before me and two behind me, each of them drawing their guns, but not me.
I stood in the middle of the chaos, not even attempting to dodge the laser beams that filled the air. The red head killed the surrounding dracs, but lowered his gun when it was just him and I. He slowly began to walk towards me, and I drew my gun; though I had no intention of firing it. As he came within reaching distance, he grabbed my gun from my frozen hand and shoved it back into its holster. I slowly felt his cool fingers creep beneath my mask, and before I could stop him he ripped it off.
I screeched at the sudden lighting, slamming my hands over my eyes in a pathetic attempt to protect them. The red head grabbed one of my hands and started down the stairs, picking up the pace when more footsteps could be heard from nearby. In the dimly-lit garage, he continued to drag me around, but I was able to remove my hands from my eyes; oh how I loved the dark. He ran to a Firebird Transam and tried the door, it swung open. He pushed me into the passenger seat and slammed the door behind me before opening the driver's side door and repeating the same actions.
He found the car's keys sitting on the dashboard and jammed the keys into the ignition while stomping his foot on the accelerator. We tore out of the parking space and out of the (thankfully) open garage door. White buildings of the all too familiar city flew past us as we continued to speed away, then they began following us. Three other cars, five dracs in each, were closing in on us. Thankfully, the red head knew where he was going and easily maneuvered through the city, and we soon were flying through the dark tunnel that led to the zones.
The hot desert sun pounded down on us through the windshield and the pursuing dracs pounded the car with continuous laser beams. The red head just stayed calm and continued to speed through the dry waste land BL/ind had created all those years ago. Eventually, the pursuers stopped chasing us and we slowed down a little, but just barely. I felt my mind slowly shut down as all of today's events sunk into place and as realization set in: I was free. I was free from the pills, free from the orders, and it was all thanks to this rebel whose name I did not even know.
Not that it would help if I knew; those pills BL/ind made us take has caused all our talking to turn into growls and snarls. I sighed, nothing to do but rest. But could I trust this stranger? I glanced over at him, he appeared trustworthy. He caught me staring and smiled warmly at me, but all I could manage was a smirk. I felt…different. Something wasn't right. But what was it? Before I could think of a logical answer, the world around me darkened at the edges, soon being swallowed up in a never-ending black abyss.