Prologue
The sun wasn't quite as blinding now that it was setting over the horizon. A little girl stood on the edge of a cliff, barren desert surrounding her, wind whipping her long, curly brown hair around. Tears were building up in her eyes, and not just because of the sand. She couldn't believe it had happened. Everything she had worked for, everything they had stood for… it was all gone now. All gone. None of it mattered anymore.
She felt a presence behind her and knew exactly who it was. She didn't wait for him to make himself known to her. "Dead," she simply stated. "They're all dead."
"I know," the familiar voice said, belonging to that of a boy a year older than her. "I'm sorry, Roxie. You were closest to your dad."
Roxanne wiped away a few of the tears streaming down her face. Somber, she turned to look at her friend.
"What are we gonna do now?" the boy questioned, his brown hair in his eyes. His face was red, like he had been crying, but he wasn't now, and his voice didn't waver. "Are the Killjoys just gonna stop now? They're nothing without them."
A look of determination crossed Roxanne's eyes. She picked up the ray gun off the ground beside her and gazed at it, seeing that all that was left of her father's name was "Poison." She gripped it harder.
"Now it's our turn," she declared. "We start our own Killjoys." Feeling strong and mature, Roxanne stuck the gun in her pocket. "We might not be much now, but in five years or so, we'll really be kicking butt. We'll finish what they started."
Footsteps were audible behind them, and they turned around to see an adult man with tons of facial hair and a motorbike jacket. "Roxanne, Johnny, are you kids ready to get back to the base?"
"We're not kids anymore," Roxanne proclaimed, trying to imitate his tall and confident stature. "We're Killjoys now, Dr. D."
Dr. Death Defying grinned, a hint of sadness lining his face. "You really are just like your old man."