I wake up to the boiling sun shining above me. I sit up and rub my throbbing head, looking around for any Dracs. There aren't any, so I stand up and stretch. I look across the barren wasteland that I call home and see that my motorcycle is lying on her side, half buried in sand. I walk over to her and rub my chapped lips together, then pick her up and dust her off. I look around and notice a body.

What the hell?

Bodies are usual around here, but this one looked familiar. I nudge the kickstand of my bike out and prop it up, then walk over to the dusty person lying in the sand. I kneel down and move the hair out of their face.

No. Please, no. Not you. Not today.

The person lying there is-well, was-the leader of my gang. I feel her pulse, but her skin is still and cold, despite the hot sun, Bulletproof Scar, who lived up to her name, was ghosted. If she was ghosted, they all were. If one goes, we all go. That was our rule. But I'm not going to give up now. I punch her in the shoulder, bury her, and walk back to my bike.

"See you on the flip-side," I say as I wave her goodbye. I get on my bike, start the engine, and start driving.

A few hours later, I pull into a gas station and fill up. I walk into the small store area of the abandoned station, and check around for the cashier. Realizing that I'm the only person there, I grab an empty backpack behind the counter and start filling it up with canned food and a full metal water bottle, then I raid the cash register. I walk back into scorching heat and notice a grey Trans Am parked next to my bike with the widow spider painted on the hood, so I know that they're another gang of killjoys.

"Hey, the cashier in?" A voice shouts from the driver's seat. The shouter was a guy in his late 20's or early 30's with bright red hair and a blue biker's jacket.

"No, it's abandoned," I reply. He steps out of his car and walk towards me, extending a hand.

"Party Poison," He says.

"Adrenaline Danger," I say as I take his hand, shaking it. He studies me for a few seconds.

"How old are you, Danger?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I like to skip the static. You're the only other killjoy here and that bike only has room for one. Killjoys shouldn't be on their own."

"I'm 19, and fine on my own, thank you very much."

"Come with my gang. You won't regret it."

"I had a gang, they either abandoned me or got ghosted last night."

"Kobra, get out here!" He shouts. A slightly taller man gets out of the car with wayfarer sunglasses and a red biker's jacket. He walks over and nods toward me.

"Kobra Kid. Who're you?" He coolly asks.

"Adrenaline Danger." I reply.

"She's 19, I think she should join our gang. Her's was ghosted." Party Poison says to Kobra Kid.

"Yeah, sounds good," Kobra glances over at my bike. "Gotta give up the hog, though." I consider it. She's beat up, starting to rust, and not as fast as she used to be. Their Trans Am is in much better condition, plus it's safer. I nod.

"Fine. I'll join you guys." Party Poison smirks.

"Welcome to the fabulous killjoys, Adrenaline Danger."

Hello !

My name's Scarlet, and this is my first independent fic. Feedback is welcome :)

-Scar