A/N;Yaaaaay, new story. The m rating is only for languadge. Not even sur it would live up to it.

I dont own the killoys, dr.d, the trans am, the dracs or BL/ind. And I in no way plan to kidnap gerard way and hold him hostage in my closet.

Party Poison kicked the tire of the killjoys trans am one lat time before dejectedly joining his friends on the side of the road. The junked car had broken down completely since it had taken those last few blasts from the Drac's lazers. It was getting old fast.

"This blows." Jet star announced, pulling off his motorcycle helmet and runnng his fingers through his curly hair.

The Killjoys nodded in agreement. To fix the car they had to walk all the way down Route Guano and to 's radio head quarters to get a battery, ne radiator plugs, and gasoline. Yes, there situation did blow.

Fun Ghoul shook his canteen by his ear and turned it upside down.

"We got bigger problems, we're out of water."

"Great! Just great!" Kobra Kid said, jumping up from his place. " We're out in this friggin desert with no water, and the only food we have is stale crackers and old noodles!"

He kicked a rock into a cactus, seriously persed erf.

"Calm down Kobra, we just gotta walk back to town" Party Poison siad, unzipping his jacket. "Lets go before it gets any hotter."

The sun was beating down hard om Route Guano. Heat waves could be seen radiating of the pavement.

Kobra stops walking, falling behid the other Killjoys.

"Cmon Kobra." Fun Ghoul pleaded, he was done with the sun and starting to burn.

Kobra ignored him, squinting his eyes at something in the distance. Party Poison walked bak to him, serching the landscape for what had interested him so much.

There was a speck of purple sticking out from behind a far off rock.

"The hell is that?" Party ask.

"Lets go see." Kobra said, taking out his gun and slowly creeping twords the rock. The rest of the Killjoys fallowed his example.

Party was the first to peak over the rock.

A girl sat there in the dirt. It was her violet hair they had sspotted.

She was messing wih a battery powered Radio. Cloth blotched with dirt and blood was wraped around her palms. Her cloathes were torn and dirty. Her boots were falling appart.

Prty Poison tapped her twice on the head with his index finger, only to get a battery radio thrown past him, hitting Fun Ghoul in the face.

The girl took off, running as fast as her tired legs would carry her.

Party Poison ran after her, calling for her to stop. Damn, sh was fast.

Finally he caught her, his hand gripping her forarm, and spinning her back to him. She struggled and fought and screamed but he didnt let go. The remaining killjoys joined Party Poison.

The girl pulled herself free of Party's grip and fell to the ground, landing on her butt with a thud.

Fun, Jet, Kobra, and Party formed a perimeter around her.

She glared at Party. He had caught her. Looking around, she studied the killjoys faces, smirking when she saw the place her radio had it on Fun Ghoul's face.

"What are you doing out here?" Party asked, looking her in the eye.

She starred right back at him.

"None of your bussiness." she replyed. Her voice was gruff and scratchy it sounded like more of a growl than anything. She was thirsty, her throat was dry. It hurt to talk, it especially hurt to scream like she had when Party had caught her. Screaming had streched her dry lips, the were now cracked and bleeding. Her bandaged palms hurt from holding her back off the ground, but she didnt dare move. She didnt trust the killjoys.

She swallowed hard . "What are you doing sneaking up on people in the middle of the desert?" she rasped, rubbing her sore throat.

"Party, lets take her back to Dr. D. He might have something for her throat" Jet Star suggested.

Party Poison nodded, pulling the girl to her feet. He glanced at the make-shift bandages on her hands.

'What happened?"

there was a long pause before the girl answered.

"I climbed a fence to get away from some creep in a vampire mask."

Party nodded, the Dracs had already tried to get to her.

It was a long walk back to Dr.D's. Fun Ghoul had glared at her the whole way there, the spot on his face had become a brusie

Kobra sat at the cluttered kitchen table, playing with the girls battery rradio.

"She needs a name." Party Poison said sitting across from Kobra and putting his feet up on the table.

"Shes probly got a name Party."

"No, a new name, a killjoy name."

Kobra looked across the table at his friend.

"You want her as a killjoy? Party, we just met her. We dont know who she as, and as you pointed out, we dont even know her name."

"Its Serina." Party interruped.

"Whatever, she attacked us."

Party shook his head, his hair flinging around. "We scared her. C'mon Kobra, four guys she dosent know snuck up on her in the middle of nowhere, and chased her when she ran away."

"YOU CHASED HER! We just watched!"

"Still, it would have been crazy if she didnt freak the fuck out. You saw her hands, the Dracs have been after her before, fer all she knew, we were with the industry."

Kobra was silent for a moment, then only slightly nodded. Party Poison was right. Then he looked back at the tiny radio infront of him, tapping it with his fingers. " I cant get anything on this. Why do you think she has it? The only radio broadcast still goin is-"

Defying rolled in, his wheel chair making dirt trails in the already filthy floor. The two killjoys nodded to him.

"How she doin?" Party ask, leaning twords Dr.D in his chair.

Dr. D shrugged. "There was no serious problem to begin with. Only first degree burns on her hands, and she was a little dehidrated." He said, scratching his chin. "Do you plan to take her into the group?"

Party Poison nodded, taking a drink from a cracked coffee mug that was on the table.

"What will her name be?" Dr. D asked.

Party thought for a moment and smiled.

"Violet Venom."

A/N: yaaaaaaaaaaaay! Im still typing my kh fanfic, I havent forgotton about it. WARNING! You may get explosive eyeball cancer from this fic.

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