'Stupid school...stupid clothes...stupid house...stupid rules...'

"Mr. Mitchelson, you and the Jojo brothers were late to school"

'Stupid school faculty...'

"We are very sorry, it will not happen again."

'Stupid city monitors'

"I trust that it will not. Now, you four get to class already, and don't forget-"

'Stupid pills..."

The boys blocked him out as they left the office and proceeded to go to class. Who were these four boys? Brick, Boomer and Butch Jojo. Along with them was their only real friend, Mitch Mitchelson. They seemed to stand out from everyone else. No one knew why, no one but the boys themselves. The reason was all around them. The streets, the school, public transportation, even their own homes. As the boys sat down in class, the teacher pulled up the daily Mousekat episode, reminding them to take those stupid pills. Better Living Industries claimed to have a pill for every thought and every insecurity that every citizen in Battery City had. What no one knew was that these 'happy pills' sucked the emotion and individuality from every living person, and every was forced to take them until it became a habit. The boys easily tricked BLI, and avoiding taking pills. How no one found out still confused the boys, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was the cameras. BLI didn't hide the fact that they put them everywhere. Even if you were lucky enough to find a place away from the cameras, you had to find a way past Princess, the BLI's daughter.

The boys sighed as the bell rang, signalling the class change. The day went by slower than usual. It was the same, boring routine as any other day, the only differing being the lesson plan, meals, and episodes. And the makeup on Princess. The boys poked at their food and sighed, tired of the same routine wanting something different. They wanted some action, adventure, and even danger. Well, all but Boomer. He just wanted to love someone, and have that person genuinely love him back. Then, the best thing happened to them.

They were walking home when they saw them. Posters, billboards, magazines, newspapers, and even the news. There were three people wanted, dead or alive, it didn't matter. The fourth person, however, was to be alive at all costs. These people were different. They were not the black and white city and people, they had color. They were bright and beautiful. Not only that, but their names were also...different.

Slick Sakura, a girl wearing her orange hair in a pony tail, a red bow holding it together. She had bubblegum pink lips and eyes. She wore a white, snow like mask with hearts. Her outfit was mainly maroon, pink, gray and red.

The next was Aqua Blue, a petite and graceful looking girl. Her blonde hair was fixed into pigtails. She had ocean blue eyes, aqua blue lips, and shined bright. Her mask was a baby blue and contained sparkles and little bubble designs. Her outfit was mainly different shades of blue and white.

Then there was Venomous Vine, a fierce looking girl. Her bright green eyes shone bright. She had dark green lip gloss on. Her hair was get black, a braided crown with vines in them on her head. Her mask was a forest green, vines and leaves showing, along with different star patterns. Her outfit consisted of different shades of green, as well as black.

The last person was unknown. The only thing they saw was an orange hoodie that hid away her face.

"Who are these girls?" Brick wondered aloud. Boomer was staring at Aqua Blue in a trance. Butch shrugged.

"Dunno, but this Venomous Vine chick looks feisty!" he exclaimed. Mitch rolled his eyes.

"Just who is that hooded girl? Who are these people?"

Then, just as if it were destiny, the billboard behind them lit up. As their eyes adjusted, they saw the four girls on it, these words below the picture:

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS

"Killjoys...hm." Brick hummed. "Gotta nice ring to it." Butch stated, chuckling along with Mitch. Boomer just stared at the blonde girl and muttered to himself. "I wonder how it is, being free..." A small smile formed on his face as he thought up a plan. A stupid, dangerous, and deadly plan. A stupid plan that just might work.