A/N: Now to all new readers please don't start reading this. It will only confuse you. Kids From Yesterday is a continuation of my series of Killjoy stories. If you would like to read them they are located in my profile and numbered in order. Also this is in no way related to my MCR asylum story. Now, to all you old readers who have been here since the beginning…YAY! I couldn't take being away from the killjoy world so long and I finally came up with a story for the Killjoy Kids. So without further ado ENJOY!
Helena sat in the driver's seat of the rusted old Trans-AM trying her hardest not to bash her head into the steering wheel.
"Uncle Frank is gonna kill me." She said to herself. "I'm dead…I'm so dead. He's gonna scream until my head explodes and then I'll be dead. Oh god, oh god, oh god…" She looked up from the steering wheel into the front end of the car which was now a crumpled mess nicely wrapped around a large boulder.
Helena knew better than to drive in a sand storm and yet she did. This is what she gets, the one time she tries to run a message to the outer zones of course she finds a sand storm. Of course she finds the biggest boulder in California! She leaned back and groaned. She ran her fingers through her long black hair brushing the two strips of red that stuck out in the front out of her face. The red reminded her of her dad's old hair color during the war. Oh god he'd have her head on a platter too. She looked at her communicator bracelet again hoping for a signal. Nothing. The thin glass screen on the slim black bracelet showed zero service and a low battery. Yes technology had advanced after BL/ind went down but there was no way a satellite signal could make it through this sand storm, not to mention the flashing battery sign. She thumped her head again on the steering wheel for her stupidity of not charging it the night before.
Even if she had signal she had no way of driving back to the house. The only thing she could do would be to sit and wait the storm out and then maybe walk to a gas station or maybe stumble upon an old Killjoy fall out.
Helena pulled her feet up on the seat and watched the sand collected in the dents of the crumpled car. She wiggled her toes in her red cowboy boots and pulled her black skirt down. She fiddled with the buttons on her red belt. Her black tank top was tucked into her skirt. She always felt uncomfortable exposing skin the way Boomer did. Though Boomer was seven years older than her.
"Oh god…Boomer." She started tapping her head on the wheel again. "She'll kill me before Uncle Frank…and then He'll kill me again…" Boomer might have loved that car more than anyone. She looked up from the wheel in despair. As she looked over the broken car and into the dusty desert she made out a figure. No wait…several. She took her red leather jacket and wrapped it around her. Surely people wouldn't be stupid enough to walk out during a sand storm! She wiped the window clean and squinted out again. Sure enough four figures emerged like dark brown silhouettes in a whirlwind of sand. They looked too short to be her dad and uncles. Maybe they're in trouble. The least she could do was get them in the car to safety.
She reached into the back seat and pulled out a large antique gas mask in case of emergencies. She liked to bring it along in case of sand storms or acid gas storms. Both very rarely happened and yet here she was. He pulled the large contraption over her head and then grabbed her red and yellow lazer gun from the glove box. Slipping it under her belt she opened the door and stepped into a whirlwind of chaos. The sand beat hard on the exposed parts of her face. She felt the wind toss her about but she still kept walking. She could tell the storm was letting up but it was still a good distance between her and the four figures. The wind slowly died and she could make out the figures.
The one on the far left was a boy a shaved head. He seemed to be the tallest and eldest. He had green army pants with a gray tank top and a large army green coat. She could tell the jacket was old by its faded color. He also had a bright purple ribbon tied around his right arm which he had covering his mouth.
The one next to him was a small girl with light brown hair pulled back. She covered her nose and mouth with a blue scarf and kept her head down as she walked. She had a pink, short sleeve jacket with a white hood and white sleeves. Under that Helena could make out a white cami and a scruffy pair of jeans. She looked like she kept trying to the person in the center.
As Helena grew closer the sand had died down but the wind blew still. She could see the center person was a boy and he seemed to be leading the way.
He had short jet black hair like her but the middle was spiked into a mow hawk. He wore all black. He had a pair of baggy cargo pants, a solid black shirt and a short sleeve jean jacket. A white belt hung around his hip revealing a white gun. Helena also noticed a white scarf around his nose and mouth. His eyes were covered behind a large pair of mirrored sun glasses. He nodded something to the girl beside him and then turned to the last person on the right.
He was slightly shorter than the center boy. He had bright blonde hair that was long and flowed in his face. He had to brush it back out every time the wind blew. He had a red jacket. The elbows were tapered with yellow and a large green stripe went across the side. He had a simple pair of torn jeans and held a cloth over his mouth. He nodded to the boy in black and then put his head forward.
Helena was now only about a hundred feet from them. Then suddenly the storm stopped. Helena looked around thankfully. It was then she heard five clicks. She looked down to see the four strangers pointing a gun at her. The boy in the center held out two large white guns. She quickly took a step back and put her hands in the air. They all lowered their scarves and clothes.
"Who are you?" The boy in the center said firmly. Helena started breathing quickly. People in the zones never pulled a gun on one another. These were clearly not locals.
"My name is Helena." She said nervously. He motioned on of his guns.
"Take that stupid mask off. I can't hear a thing!" He ordered. Helena did as she was told and removed her helmet. She had to whip her long hair out of her face as she did so. She took a gasp of fresh air.
"I said 'My name is Helena'. Who are you? What is your branch?" She tried to reach for her gun but the boy fired nearly inches from her hand.
"Ah uh, no way. Keep your hands where we can see 'em!"
Helena quickly put her hands in the air. Her insides shook but she tried to act like it didn't faze her.
"Who are you?" She asked again. "You are defiantly not from Battery City or the zones or you wouldn't be pointing a gun in my face!"
The boy lowered his guns slightly.
"You're right we're not from around here. We were on our way to Battery City when our van broke down." He said looking to the others.
"We didn't break down! You hit a cactus! And now we're in the middle of nowhere with a flat tire. " The light brown haired girl said angrily. He turned to her.
"Well how the hell am I supposed to see a damn cactus in the middle of a sand storm?" He snapped back.
"You didn't have to drive the damn van during a damn sand storm!" She shouted back.
"Do you two need a moment…" Helena slowly started backing away.
"NO!" they said at the same time. The boy turned and put two fingers to the bridge of his nose.
"I'm sorry. It's been a long few days of driving. We don't know how hostel this area is." He brought his head up.
"I'm Turnstile. This is my sister Sky."
The girl waved and then sneezed into her scarf.
"The one on my far right is Ghost." The tall older looking guy waved with his left arm.
"And this is Crow." He motioned to the blonde beside him. He simply nodded.
"Well what are you doing in zone six?" Helena asked shifting her mask to her other hand.
"We're headed to Battery City. We're looking for a group of Killjoys." Turnstile said.
"We're from New York." Sky smiled. "We came all this way…to break down and die in the middle of nowhere!" She turned back to Turnstile. He ignored her and turned back to Helena.
"So what's your story for…." He looked at her mask. "Playing dress up in the desert."
Helena looked down at her mask and then back up.
"It's an antique!" She squeaked. "Besides it works a lot better than a scarf!"
She shuffled her feet.
"I um….also kinda wrecked my uncle's car." She pointed to her right. They all looked over. It was then Helena noticed she'd hit the only boulder in the hundred miles of desert.
"How the hell did you manage that one?" Turnstile tilted his head.
"How the heck do you run over a cactus?" Helena put a hand on her hip.
"Ok good point…." He mumbled.
"We'll look. I have an extra tire in my trunk. It fits the van back home. It's worth a shot. I'll run you back to my base and we can find the Killjoys you're looking for there. My other uncle owns a radio station. He'll be able to get ahold of anyone." Helena said brushing her black and red hair out of her face.
"Sounds like a plan." Turnstile shrugged.
A/N: well there you go. A teaser. The next chapter will be up soon. Please R&R. Hope you enjoyed.