AUTHORS NOTE TIME!
Hey reader. Yeah, you!
Sorry about the mistakes on the Prologue! That's called mixing only two cokes with four in the morning. Here's some corrections if you're a real grammar freak:
-When I'm describing the visits with party poison, it's really vague and the reason that he starting going to see her is because he saw her throw happy pills out the window of the Bl/ind company. So, he started sneaking in to see her cause he's all like, "Oh! SHES COOL!" Also, theres a stray sentence in there. If you noticed it, just ignore it but if not, that's cool.
-When I was talking about Opaque and how Contro knew who was 'under the mask', I never said that he took it off when she talked to him. But he did, and that's how he ruffled through his hair & she saw his eyes.
-In the first paragraph, Contro was staring at Korse. Then he stared back but I never really clarified that he was sneering BACK not just randomly staring.
-When Contro was thrown out of the van, and she was ripping off her jacket, I said in the paragraph before that, that she didn't want to look for wounds. I forgot to add another sentence in there that said: Contro didn't care. She ripped off her white jacket anyway and... blah blah blah.
I think that's all.
OH! By the way, the prologue is all HOW Contro got into the Killjoys and how she knew Gerard (Poison) and mentioning Opaque (yes, he may come back) and Korse, of course (wow, I'm corny). Now this is going to all be about her time with the Killjoys and how she loved it and yeah. You'll see.
Also, there MIGHT or MIGHT NOT be some pairing. I'm still considering it (wow, this Controversial Mayhem!) because I'm really sensitive to romances cause I like to make things reality and not all... 'HOLY JESUS I LOVE YOU LET'S GO MAKE SOME BABIES!' Because that would NEVER actually happen. But, just so you know now, I'm not going to make it up as I go along. I have a plan. And this plan may or may not involve a supermegafoxyawesomehot battle like they had in Sing. It's mostly all Na Na Na and such. You'll see how it turns out because I think it's just beginning to unfold :)
Alright, Chapter One time, here we gooooo!
Chapter One:
Contro was still in awe when she heard them stop their bikes and run over to her. She was dazed and lightheaded too so she didn't blame herself for confusion. She put her left arm back by her side and lay down, closing her eyes and loosing consciousness. Her head was pulsing and her arm felt like is was ripped off.
She vaguely heard Party Poison's voice, "Contro? What the hell are you doing here?" She coughed and opened her eyes. She couldn't breath. Contro opened her mouth and gasped for air. She couldn't fill her lungs.
Contro tried to say something but nothing came out of her mouth. "JET, GET SOME WATER OR SOMETHING OVER HERE!" she heard another voice scream.
"It's okay, Contro. You're gonna be okay. Just relax. Breath. We can get you back on our bikes... right? Right. Oh, god. Oh Jesus," Poison rambled. Contro couldn't feel anything. She was dying. This was it.
She felt arms under her back and legs, and another set of arms trying to take off what was left of her jacket. Contro felt her eyes roll somewhere they shouldn't have been. Then she barely heard what should have been someone screaming, "DAMN IT, JET AND GHOUL GET THE WATER! POISON, get her on my bike. She can fit."
"No... Kobra... she's almost gone." Poison was barely audible. Then, the world turned black. Contro heard nothing, thought nothing, and felt nothing. She slowly slipped away.
Contro woke up with a little less pain in her arm and moveable legs. She slowly opened her eyes and breathed in. Nothing like the sweet smell of oxygen and desert sand. She was exhausted and wasn't even going to attempt to get up so she just waited for something to happen. Then she heard voices. She closed her eyes and stopped moving, eavesdropping was one of her favorite pass times.
"Listen, Ghoul, what are we supposed to do with her when she wakes up? It's been 63 hours," the first one said that sounded oddly a lot like the man who was talking to Poison and asking for water... what was his name? Kobra?
"You've really counted the time?" The second voice inquired then snorted... Ghoul was his name? "Kid, she could be dead for all we know. She might wake up in a couple months! But who's to say where we'll be? What if we leave her here and some Dracs come and raid the house? Dr. Death said she'll be out for a while. Give it a rest man and just wait. You're too paranoid."
She heard a sigh, probably from Kobra. She didn't want to make the moment all awkward and wake up. That'd be a rude introduction. Instead, she just stirred around, making sleeping noises and moving her good arm and legs. She turned from her back to her side and then started to open her eyes.
"SHIT, MAN!" Ghoul screamed. She felt footsteps grow close to her and knees pop as they bent down to her side. She felt a hand on her face.
"Go ride to Death's shack and get him. We're gonna need him if she's in loads of pain," Kobra said as he turned her on her back and watch Contro open her eyes.
"Oh, man. Ohhhh, man. Kobra... Oh God," Ghoul babbled. She felt footsteps run out of where she was but she still felt the hand on her face... so Kobra was still there with her.
"Coward," he whispered. Then turned to her. "Can you hear me?" Contro nodded and rubbed her eyes with her good hand (obviously not the bad one).
Contro touched her tongue to her mouth then opened it. "Uh... I think so," she muttered in a cracked voice.
"You're alive! That's... that's great, right? Yeah! Okay, so... yeah," rambled Kobra.
"Yeah, it's pretty good for me too!" she laughed. "Who are you?" she obviously knew he was Kobra but it seemed like the right thing to say so, she said it.
"I'm Kobra Kid... Kobra. I'm Poison's little brother. He told us about you." Kobra took his hand off her face and sat down next to her, rather than the odd kneeling position he was in previously.
"What'd he say?" Contro suddenly had a realization that her arm was broken and the bone was sticked out of her skin. Kobra opened his mouth to talk but she said first, "Wait, what the hell happened?"
Kobra sighed and said sternly, "Well... we were driving the bikes... we had just killed about 8 Dracs so we were pretty intensely happy... then Poison said he saw something up ahead and stopped. He ran up to you and quickly identified that you were... well, you. Then I ran behind him and took off your jacket because you were pretty wounded and ya' know. I didn't want you to get infected. You were... bleeding everywhere. Your forehead was black and blue... you arm was... horrifying. Dr. Death did some fixing up... you were out cold. There was one point when he was sewing up your elbow though that you jolted and cried out in pain. Jet had to hold you down. You were crying pretty bad. Pois started crying too." Kobra sounded scared, as if he was talking about the death of his brother. He sounded weak too... and sorry.
Contro frowned and wanted to ask if Kobra was crying too but she already knew the answer. "And here we are." Kobra managed a smile.
"And here we are."
There was rumbling on the ground and Kobra looked back to the hallway. There was a scraggly man with a black leather jacket on, another guy with a yellow tee shirt with a leather vest over it, the next with insanely curly hair wearing all black, and a little girl. Poison tagged behind them all.
"I'm fine," I said firmly. I knew they were gonna start trying to handle me and screw me all up with drugs.
"I'M JET STAR!" the guy in all black screamed. Jet was the only one laughing. Everyone looked at him. "Anyone? No. Really? Fine."
"You got a team?" the scraggly older guy asked.
"No... didn't Poison tell you anything?" Contro questioned. Everyone looked to Poison. He was almost as red as his flaming scarlet hair.
"Uh... she's crazy. Right? Like drugged and all. She's... Like sickly and wounded... yeah I'm gonna stop talking now," Poison said weakly. The little girl tugged on Poison's pants. Pois had a look of shame on his pale, pale face. Contro didn't really know what to say so she just laughed lightly. Everyone except herself and Poison had stiff faces.
"Maybe I am crazy. Uh. Is my arm okay...?" Contro inquired.
The scraggly guy shrugged. Then said, "Hey! Kobra, Jet get her on that cot over there?" He pointed to a small cot covered in clothes and a radio. Poison rolled his eyes and put the radio on a nearby booth and threw the random articles of clothing on the floor. Kobra picked up Contro and walked her over to the cot.
"No help I guess? That's cool beans, bro. Cool to the beans," said Jet in an odd zen sort of state. Ghoul rolled his eyes and playfully punched Jet.
"Alright," the man started. "Well, first off. My name is Dr. Death Defying... I'm the radio announcer for a local station here in Zone 6 and also have some Doctorish skills. I mostly stay at a shack off near Route Guano but sometimes I make my way over to the diner." He started putting plastic gloves. "You wanna know something? I was born in Greenland. Before all the fires. Crazy that I made my way over here but, you know, what the hell?" He motioned for Ghoul to grab Contro's arm. "Anyways, this shit is gonna hurt." He started pulling the tape off of Contro's arm. She screamed in agony and pain and screamed random cuss words. "Sucks right? Well my mother had lung cancer. She was a smoker. Died two years after she was informed. Never left her side during any of it." Dr. Death started checking Contro's arm. She was groaning and couldn't bring herself to look at her arm. "Well she's long gone now. My dad died in the fires. My nephew betrayed me..." Dr. Death paused as Contro thought purely of Opaque and frowned. "Alright, all done. You're good to go. All the scratches on your legs were cleaned off when you first got here. Your right arm is broken... but you'll live I think."
"Um, thanks everyone, I guess. So what the hell do you expect me to do?" Contro asked. "Should I stay here or go back to Korse and all the Bl/ind shit?"
Poison grinned. "I vote that you stay." Kobra and the little girl laughed. "Oh, this is Grace by the way. Grace, say hi to Contro!"
Grace grabbed Poison's leg and hid behind him. Kobra piped up, "I vote you stay too. At least until you're healthy. But I think you should stay overall. I mean, it'd be cool to have a chick Killjoy. Right? Yeah. It would I think. Mhhhhhm." Contro rolled her eyes.
"It'd be whimsical if you were here longer!" Jet said. He sounded high.
Ghoul nodded.
Dr. Death said, "Do whatever the hell you think is best, Sweets."
"What about you, Gracie? What do you think?" Poison asked her. Grace grabbed his hand and brightened her eyes. She nodded.
"Well, it's official." Kobra said. "We have a new Killjoy."
AUTHOR'S NOTE TIME!
Rad, right? I know. Well, I think so. By the way, the only reason they were saying that they were okay if Mayhem was there is cause Poison is KEEPING SOMETHING from them! That's right. Intensity. Secrets. Oh yesssss. I love it.
ANYWAYS, Kobra is just so sweet. Little Blondie. And, and, and, and, Jet just cracks me up. And if there are no reviews (I REFUSE to stop writing this) I can make horrible things happen to these characters. So, review. Please. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. It makes me happy that Contro is all healed too! Her full on description will come around later. Right now, I think you only know that she has blue hair and fantastical fish net stockings.
OH! And her white jacket. But it's blood infested and probably in the trash bin right now.
That is all, I love everyone. I will do some new stories on my profile soon-I've been busy with exams (which I should be studying for now) and deleted all my old ones cause they SUCKED ASS!
I'll probably do a Breaking Bad one and maybe another Killjoy... Maybe Lost? No. The Mentalist? Yeah. I think.
Alright, I'm rambling as much as the Way brothers do in my story (see what I did there?). Alright, BYE EVERYONE!
Once again, REVIEWWWWW! Please? Okay thanks you!
