I don't own the concept of the Killjoys, nor the characters (well, I do own Black Transmission, Heartache Aftermath, Gravity Detonator etc but whatever), I'm merely writing a fic about them (:

Chapter 1: Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

This story takes place in 2019, in Battery City, California. In 2012, there were terrible fires that changed the world and destroyed the society.

In Battery City, there's a group of people called the Killjoys. They live in difficult circumstances and don't have a home, but they always survive. They carry on. It is even said that they can live forever.
Quite a while ago, it was decided the Killjoys should be the leaders of Battery City, to help build up the society again. After all, the Killjoys are very dependent, as they don't care about possessions. So the Killjoys were given the chance to rule Battery City. But the Killjoys didn't want to be the leaders, they just wanted to live their lives. There was one Killjoy, though, called Korse, who did grab this opportunity. He became the leader of Battery City and set up Better Living Industries, meaning to take human emotions away. The Killjoys disagreed with his method and tried to warn him, but Korse became wary of them. He declared the Killjoys his enemy, and said to everyone that, should they meet a Killjoy, they had to kill them.
This made life even harder for the Killjoys, for they could trust nobody but themselves. The inhabitants of Battery City weren't hard to fight, but Korse was. Only four Killjoys were strong enough to have a chance to beat Korse: Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul and Jet Star. They had been friends with Korse when they were younger and they had trained together. Korse had then been the weakest of the five, but he'd become stronger.

[THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS]

In one of the many Killjoy camps (called zones) there were spread around Battery City, Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul and Jet Star were having a conversation around a campfire.
'We're running out of food,' Jet Star said, throwing a log into the fire. 'I've had a message today. In zone 3 two young Killjoys have died because of food shortage.'

'What can we do about it?' Fun Ghoul asked. 'Korse is having his men take all the food.'

'We can fight 'em, can't we?' Kobra Kid said.

'There are more of 'em,' Fun Ghoul pointed out.

'But we're stronger.'

'Still, if Korse gets involved–'

'We have to beat him,' Party Poison said. 'I ain't having any more Killjoys die. We have to go to him, and challenge him.'

'We can't. He'll want to fight one of us, not all of us at the same time,' Fun Ghoul said.

'Then I'll fight him,' Party Poison said.

'You can't!' Kobra Kid said. 'I mean – you're strong, but you can't beat Korse. Our greatest power is that, together, we're unbeatable.'

'He doesn't need anybody else to be unbeatable,' Party Poison said.

'Yes, but don't you see? That's why we can beat him! We've got each other! He's all on his own!' Kobra Kid said enthusiastically. 'There ain't no one who cares about him!'

'Well, there are others in his company, Better Living Industries, like that wo–'

'Hey, guys,' Jet Star said suddenly. 'Can you hear that?'

'What?' Fun Ghoul asked.

'Footsteps.' The four Killjoys stopped talking and listened.

'Yeah, I can hear them,' Fun Ghoul whispered. 'And they sure as hell don't sound like Killjoy footsteps.'

'How the hell do you know that?' Party Poison exclaimed.

'I can see someone's feet in those bushes there,' Fun Ghoul admitted. 'And his shoes are so ugly – nope, definitely not a Killjoy.'

The other three Killjoys looked over to the bushes and saw what Fun Ghoul meant. 'Who's that?' Jet Star asked loudly. 'We can see you!'

A man with a white mask appeared. In his hand he held a laser gun. The Killjoys immediately recognized him as one of the Draculoids from Better Living Industries. Party Poison laughed. 'Is that all? Are you on your own? There's no chance you can beat us, masky.'

The Draculoid didn't say anything, but looked behind him. First, the Killjoys wondered what he was looking at, but then they gasped. In the distance, they saw more Draculoids coming.

'Damn! They're attacking!' Fun Ghoul screamed.

'Yeah, I got that!' Party Poison shouted back. 'We gotta protect the kids, they haven't had their Killjoy training yet! Damn, everyone's sleeping! We're the only ones awake!' He pulled his laser gun out of his pocket. The others did the same, and pointed them at the Draculoids. 'How'd they find our camp?' Kobra Kid asked. 'I thought they didn't know where the Killjoy zones were!'

'They didn't,' Jet Star agreed. 'But now they do, apparently.' Suddenly, a laser light flashed at him. He ducked, just in time, and shot back.
The others also started shooting, and so did the Draculoids. Even though there were at least fifteen Draculoids, the Killjoys fought bravely, and they killed quite a few.
One of the Draculoids shot Party Poison in his arm. 'Ow,' Party Poison groaned. 'Kobra Kid, you've gotta go warn the others! We have to get the kids to a safe place!'

Kobra Kid began running to the shelters, but one of the Draculoids blocked his way. 'There's no need. Our instructions were to abduct you, we won't hurt the others. We may still need them.' Kobra Kid couldn't see his face because of the mask, but he swore the Draculoid was laughing. He put his gun under the Draculoid's chin and said: 'Sorry, pal. But we're sonot coming with you.' And he pulled the trigger.

But another man grabbed him from behind, and he couldn't move. A cloth was pushed against his mouth, and he felt he was becoming drowsy. 'No…' he mumbled, but before he knew it, he had fainted. The man went to his car, and placed Kobra Kid's body in it. 'Three to go,' he mumbled.

Meanwhile, Party Poison, Fun Ghoul and Jet Star were doing their best to fight off the other Draculoids. Quite a few were already lying on the ground, dead, but it seemed like every dead one was replaced with another. 'There are loads of them!' Jet Star shouted. 'They musta planned this very well!'

'Where's Kobra Kid?' Party Poison wondered worriedly. After all, it was his brother. 'I hope nothing happened to him…'

'I'm sure he's fine,' Fun Ghoul said, slamming a man on the head with his gun. 'But why ain't anyone coming to help us?' Just then he noticed Jet Star was gone. 'Jet Star?'

'There!' Party Poison said. In the distance, they saw one of the men carrying Jet Star to a car. 'Hey, Kobra Kid's there too! He's lying in the car! C'mon, we have to save 'em!'

They started running towards the car, but all the Draculoids blocked their way. One of them knocked down Fun Ghoul, and started carrying him to the car as well. 'Hey!' Party Poison shouted. He desperately looked behind him, but there was no sign of life in the camps. It seemed they were all still sleeping, not having heard the fight that was going on. For a moment he looked at the shelters, wondering if he should go wake them up. But then he looked at his friends, all of them unconscious, and he sprinted towards the car. 'Let 'em go!' he screamed. A group of Draculoids came running towards him. He shot as many of them as he could, but there were so much he couldn't shoot them all. One of them pointed his gun towards Party Poison. 'Get in the car, now!'

'No,' Party Poison said stubbornly.

'Do it, or I'll shoot your friends,' the Draculoid said, pointing his gun at the three unconscious Killjoys in the car.
Party Poison glared at the Draculoid, but slowly got in the car. 'Where are you taking me?'
But the Draculoid didn't say anything, he just sat in the front of the car and started driving. Party Poison considered jumping out of the car and taking his friends with him, but next to him, there was another Draculoid with a gun. They were trapped.

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