Phantom's Tale

by SilverShadowstorm

The Fabulous Killjoys, as any other rebel, are out for Korse. Everyone knows that. What they don't know, is that they met two other very peculiar killjoys on their little adventure to free humanity from fake lives and pleasures. Watch as the six, seven including Missile Kid, take down BL/ind's CEO and end a war before it can really start.

1. The wrong ending

Phantom's Tale.

Chapter 1: The wrong ending

Author's note: hello guys, it's nice to be back and I hope that you like this story. It is basically a rewrite of 'A Killjoy's Story', but it includes other things I missed and stuff I didn't know how to fit in into the other story. If you like the original one better, I'll leave it up but I won't continue it.

So, I just hope you guys like it and enjoy it. I do not own the Fabulous Killjoys, or BL/ind., or even a few Oc's, which are of shared custody with "Winterwolf14"

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'Break Down Battery City'. Those were my boss' last words before we were dismissed. And those words were our orders. Our mission. We were to burn down BL/ind's main headquarters in the heart of Battery City, and if we had the chance, take down Korse himself, the company's director. Not an easy job for sure. Not even with a partner. Both of us got our ray-guns and weapons and headed out, seeking justice and revenge.

Now in the scorching desert, I can feel them coming after me. They're right behind me. I know it. Their rays barely miss me. They're catching up. I know they are. Their motors increase in speed and volume. I feel them behind me. Each shot brought them closer. I was just out of their reach. Not for long. My heart was thumping wildly in my ears. No plan I came up with would save me. I was on my limit. I couldn't go faster. I couldn't evade them for much longer. The only thing left to do was try. Try to escape. Try to live. "Lawbreaker! For the record, this is your plan! Now get us out!" I called over to her. "Okay, okay! I get it, next time you lead! But have you got a better idea?!" came her reply. Thinking for a second, I came up with something. Most likely, something stupid. "Of course I do! Wanna play a game?" I asked, a grin coming on my face. "Wha- now?! of all times to-" I mentally facepalmed. Leave it to Lawbreaker to have slow attacks on the greatest of moments. "No, not that sort of game!" my grin turned into a smirk as comprehension replaced confusion in Lawbreaker's face. "Game on! What're your rules?" she copied the smirk. "No-name, but you take the next exit. Get a trap done, I'll meet you later. No rules!" "Great game. What about you?" Well only the best part of course. "Easy, I keep them off your back while you finish." Lawbreaker nodded. "Now scram!"

Lawbreaker turned to the exit and I made a last second turn to not take it. The Draculoids were taken aback for a moment but immediately regained themselves and came after me and some after Law. Shit!I thought they'd come after me and leave her. Well, I couldn't turn back now. I really hate it when a plan backfires. Now, I'm really screwed. I turned my head back to see that they were just behind me, within the perfect range for them to shoot and kill me. I had no time to think, for a white-gloved hand grabbed the back of my collar and pulled me off the bike.

The bike skidded a few feet before toppling to its side and falling. As for me, I slammed into one of the Draculoid's chest when he pulled me and was then thrown harshly to the ground, getting the wind knocked out of me. Another Drac wasted no time and immediately held me by my vest's collar, lifting my feet off the ground. As I tried to regain my breath, the Drac that had pulled me off stood before me. I couldn't see his eyes, which were covered by the standard black and white mask all of them wore, but I knew that his intentions weren't good. I tried to free myself by kicking, yet the Drac didn't seem to be hurting. It is hard to kick backwards after all. Next, I tried to pry the Drac's hands off my collar, but to no avail, for his grip was unyielding as iron jaws.

"Stay still." said the Draculoid that had thrown me off. "Join us, or die." I kept my glare. "I'm not afraid of death." The Drac then came closer and stood just before me. It was intimidating and quite frankly, I felt scared. He reached out and pulled my ray-gun out of the holster on my thigh. He cocked the gun and pointed it at my chest, just where my heart was. My heart was racing as it thundered in my ears. This was the very first time in a long while that I faced death directly. One pull of the trigger, and I would be no more.

I was in for serious trouble. Really serious trouble. That is -well, was- until a black shaggy cat emerged from my backpack with a growl and landed on the Draculoid's face. The cat scratched and pawed at the Drac's face, who in turn lost his balance and fell to the ground. At least the ray-gun was out of the way, but still, the other Drac had me trapped. The others stirred into motion to help the fallen one and I was thrown to the desert floor. My head met a boulder and in an instant I felt as if I was loosing myself. Everything became blurry. I screamed out in pain as I felt a heavy blow being delivered to my stomach. Black dots colored my vision the more I was hit. I lost the ability to breathe after the third blow, which was aimed at my chest. I arched my back and gasped for air, to no avail. It seemed that there was more than one Draculoid attacking me. And right as darkness sank into my mind, I knew I was out of the game.

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So, this is the first chapter. I enjoyed writing this and if you could, leave a comment. Good, bad, constructive, it doesn't really matter (as long as it's not a flame), I would only like to know what's on your mind about this story. Thanks for reading!

~swolf13