A/N: Here's Chapter 2!
Disclaimer: Once again I still don't own anything but White Noise and Rebel Moon, unfortunately. *Sigh*
Before the conversation could go any farther, Kobra grabbed Party Poison's arm and spun him around. "Uhhh Gee." He murmurmed quietly.
A large cloud of dust was forming in the distance and an engine could be heard faintly. "Expecting company?" Poison turned to the two girls.
Both shook their heads.
"Dracs!" Fun Ghoul shouted, whipping his gun from his holster.
"Get behind the car!" Party yelled, ushering the girls to the other side of the vehicle.
Ghoul was crouching on top of the Trans AM with a pair of binoculars, "There's 4, no wait 5, cars coming in fast." He reported, shimmying back onto the ground.
Poison pulled out his bright yellow ray gun and glanced beside him, "Hope you girls are a good shot."
Noise revealed her white ray gun spattered with purple paint, "The very best." She grinned.
They all poised themselves ready for attack, as the squad of drac cars halted less than 50 yards away.
The moment the first drac stepped from the car, Kobra fired and hit it squarely in the head. Then suddenly, they were facing atleast 20 dracs and broke out into open fire. They could hear the ping and sizzle as lasers hit the side of the car. The killjoys ducked and dodged the shots, dropping the dracs like flies.
"Wooohooo!" Ghoul whooped as he nearly blasted a drac's head off. They were down to just 5 dracs, and the odds were starting to look good.
All of a sudden, they heard a gasp of pain and saw White Noise sink to her knees, clutching her right shoulder.
"Noise!" Rebel Moon yelled and took down the other girl's assailant with two shots to the chest and one to the brain.
She dropped down beside the injured girl, while the four men finished off the last of the dracs.
"White Noise..." Rebel began worriedly, "Are you alright, Honey?"
Noise nodded, but the look of excruciating pain on her face told Rebel otherwise.
"Let me see." Jet said, squatting down and putting a hand on her shoulder. He grimaced as he assessed the injury. There was a nasty hole burned through her shoulder, and there was probably alot of damage to the muscles and ligaments. A large amount of blood oozed down her arm. "This isn't good. It's gonna be difficult to heal."
He took off his jacket, and pressed it to Noise's shoulder. She stifled a cry of pain as the pressure intensified the horrendous throbbing.
Rebel looked at him worriedly, "But she's gonna be fine, right?"
"Well, she should be." Jet said slowly, still inspecting the wound. "As long as we get this bleeding stopped and infection doesn't set in. But we need to get her medical attention ASAP."
"Just tell me what to do." Rebel Moon said, standing up and looking down at her companion.
"We need supplies from the diner." Jet said looking to Party Poison.
"Our car is out of commission at the moment." Party explained to the taller girl.
"Where's this diner at?" She asked anxiously, "I'll take her on the bike."
"It's difficult to find." The red-head said looking around, "One of us will have to show you."
"But I can only fit one other person." Rebel snapped, "And I'm not leaving her here."
"Look, the diner isn't very far from here. We're less than an hour out." Jet interjected calmly, running a hand over his fro. "Take one of us with you and bring the supplies back here. Tell Dr. D to call Agent Cherri Cola and have her bring her car to pick us up. While we're waiting I'll patch up your friend and then we'll take her back to the diner."
"Sister." Rebel corrected. "That's my little sister, and you better take care of her."
"Okay." Party said, "So who's taking Sunshine here back to the diner?"
There was silence for a moment, as eyes darted back and forth to one another.
"I'll go." Ghoul finally volunteered.
"Then hop on, quick." Rebel commanded, swinging one leg over the motorcycle and pulling her helmet over her head. Ghoul put the other helmet on and climbed on the back, scooting closer than necessary.
"Back off." She growled under her breath.
Ghoul put his hands up in surrender and put some space between them.
"Okay," Jet began, looking at Rebel, "I need clean bandages, Antiseptic, and some BL/ind pain pills. You just remember all that; Fun Ghoul here knows where everything is. Grab it, give Dr. D our message, and get back as soon as you can."
Rebel nodded and revved her engine before hitting the gas and almost flinging Fun Ghoul off the back of the bike.
Rebel kept her eyes on the road ahead of her. They sped along in silence, other than the loud purr of the motor. Ghoul had tried to ask questions and make friendly conversation, but he had learned quickly to keep his mouth shut.
"Turn here!" He shouted over the noise, breaking the silence for the first time in about half an hour.
Moon whipped the bike to the left and turned by a massive boulder that had "Art Is The Weapon" spray painted on it in large red letters.
"How much farther?" Rebel huffed.
"About 15 minutes in this direction." Ghoul yelled. "Just keep heading east!"
Jet frequently checked on White noise as she held the jacket to her burning shoulder.
"How ya feeling?" He asked worriedly as he peeled away the jacket and noticed the wound was still bleeding profusely.
"F-Fine." She grunted. She had never been shot before. It was terrible.
Kobra Kid was sitting on the trunk of the car watching as Party paced back and forth once again. "Lookin kinda pale." Kobra smirked.
Through her pain, Noise rolled her eyes. "Haven't heard that one before, Asshole." Then, feeling rather light-headed, decided she needed to lie down.
"Kobra, shut up!" Jet hissed, then mumbled under his breath, "I like you better when you don't talk."
"They need to get back." Poison said, almost to himself. "We're sitting ducks out here. And another group of dracs is bound to show up any minute."
"They left a while ago." Jet observed, "They should be back soon."
He looked down to notice that Noise's eyes were slowly drooping. "Hey," He said lightly nudging her, "I need you to stay awake okay? Stay focused and stay with me."
She nodded and opened her eyes as much as she could. It just hurt so much and she was starting to feel dizzy.
"You're right." Jet Star looked up at Poison, "They really need to get back."
Finally, an old diner appeared down the road. Rebel Moon sped up and raced toward it. She slammed on brakes skidded to halt outside of the old building. She noticed that the 'N' and 'R' were missing from the roof of the building, so that the letters spelled out 'DIE'. She would have found it humorous if she weren't in such a hurry.
Fun Ghoul ran into the diner yelling for Dr. Deathdefying. "Dr. D! We got a medical emergency!" he shouted.
Rebel stepped into the diner and saw an older man in a wheel chair appear from a doorway.
"Fun Ghoul!" He exclaimed in a gruff voice. "You had us so worried! Pony's been skating around the zones looking for you boys since the sun came up."
"I Know! The battery died on the trans AM though and our radio got blasted at the raid. We've been stranded since noon yesterday." Ghoul explained as he dug through drawers and cabinets looking for the medical supplies. "What'd Jet say he needed?" He asked turning to Moon.
"Bandages, Antiseptic, and pain pills." She listed without hesitation.
"Where are the rest?" Dr. Death Defying asked, suddenly realizing they were lacking 3 killjoys. He then looked to the unfamiliar girl standiing in the doorway. "Who is she?"
"They're still back at the Trans AM." Ghoul muttered as he continued to rummage through the junk. "They stayed with her sister because she's injured. This is..." He trailed off looking at Moon curiously, "What's your name again?"
She scoffed, "Rebel Moon."
Fun Ghoul nodded, "Right. This is Rebel Moon. Her sister was blasted in a drac attack." He gathered the supplies he had found in his arms. "We have to take these supplies back now. Jet said for you to call Cherri Cola and tell her to come pick us up in her car. We're about 80 miles northwest from here."
The old man's eyebrows shot up. "Jet actually said to call Agent Cherri Cola?"
Ghoul nodded as he walked out the door. "She's our last resort. Tell her to step on it!"
The two ran out the door, throwing the supplies in a backpack, and hopped back onto the bike.
They drove for what seemed like an eternity, until they finally saw the car in the distance. Rebel breathed a sigh of relief. She just hoped they were in time.
She noticed something was off, however, as she parked the bike and looked around. No one.
"Noise?" She yelled frantically.
She darted around, searching in every direction. "Ghoul! Where are they?" She screamed grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him violently.
Fun Ghoul's face hardened as he stared out into the empty desert. "Dracs must've come back and taken them."
A/N: Okay I know, kinda a cheesy ending but I couldn't help it. Please review and let me know what you think :)