AUTHORS NOTE:

I'm switching from past tense to current tense. It's a habit. xD

Oh, and I'm planning on scanning and uploading my drawings of her, you know, for visualization shizz.

ONE MORE THING. IF I OWNED THIS SHIT, the movie series would already out on DVD. So basically, I own nothing but Sparx Fire and these. Words. Right. Here…

:D

Oh. Shout out to chaosbulldog. Your review really inspired me to finish the chapter… I appreciate what you said.

And thanks everyone else! Input is what keeps me goin'. :D

This is what I've learned so far.

You can lose a friend in a matter of blazing, apocalyptical days.

You can make some friends within the hour.

and when placed in a car with those new friends for a while, it can get mighty awkward.

So here I am, sitting in the back of a dusty Trans Am with 4 attractive, pro killjoys. I don't know at all, and they could say the damn same about me.

Although I have to say, I'm glad that the awkward silence had been penetrated by the groovy voice of Doctor D.

But I tune him out, and look around at my surroundings. To my left, a smaller, black haired guy who called himself "Fun Ghoul", decked out in leather and a Frankenstein mask. His eyes have a mischievous glint to them, and when he meets my gaze, he winks cheekily. I raise my eyebrows in response, and he lets out a low, sexy chuckle.

Beside me, on my right, a man who was dubbed "Kobra Kid", sat in silence. He could have been asleep, I wouldn't have known, since the visor reading 'GOOD LUCK' had been snapped shut. He, like the others, was a true killjoy. Brightly colored… but not as loud.

As for the front, two young men are there. The red head, with the serious, drawn face and wheel in hand, and another with a space helmet and eye patch. Red was known as PartyPoison, and the curly dude was JetStar.

Finally, after several minutes of shitty scream-o music from the 21st century, one of them speaks up.

"So, they call you… Sparx Fire?" Says red- er, PartyPoison. There was question in his voice, but I knew, really, he just wants to break the silence just as much as I do.

I speak up immediately, surprised that someone was speaking. And to me!

"Yeah, SparxFire. That's me." I smile nervously.

He glances at me through the mirror. "And what are you doing going to Doctor D, anyway?"

The rest of the boys murmur in agreement.

"Well…" I clear my throat. "Do you really want the embarrassing truth?" I ask, giving him a sheepish look through the rear view mirror.

He grins, and then nods silently.

I smile and tuck my vibrant blue hair behind my heavily studded ear.

"I don't got anywhere else to go, really. I was hoping I could, you know, help out in someway. Earn a place to stay." I look up, to see all of them except for Poison blinking at my statement. "Yeah, it's crazy, but really, that radio was… All I had…" I'm reminded of the broken pieces of metal at the bottom of my bag. Shame.

FunGhoul speaks up. "Nah, Doctor D is pretty chill. I don't think he'd mind. I mean, not to get your hopes up, but he could work something out." He says with a smile, looking me in the eye.

I smile back thankfully, and am about to say something cool back, but am interrupted by a very rude little boy.

"The doc won't take charity cases. The base isn't an orphanage!" Kobra Kid mutters gruffly. I can't see his eyes through the helmet, but I can only imagine the hatred in them. And I didn't even do anything!

I'm just sitting there, thinking, man, did he overdose on his PMS pills.

And I totally would have said something clever and witty if his brother and best friends weren't in the car as well. So I just turned a pretty shade of red and stayed quiet.

Fun Ghouldelivered a nasty glare Kobra's way, and speaks up for me. "Hey hey, Kobra Kid, bitch move!" He scowls. He looks me in the eye and shrugs. "Sorry. He's not usually like that."

I shake my head. "Don't worry about it…" I sigh, silently shooting daggers at the gloomy man beside me. He didn't have to be so rude, now did he?

It's quiet for a bit after that, and finally, my eyes start to droop.

My blinks become longer, and longer…

Until finally a big wave of exhaustion crashes over me, and I'm whisked into unconsciousness.

The loud boom of ray guns echo through my ears, and slowly my eyes open, revealing many dracs, and the killjoy's, each armed with a colourful ray gun.

I try to stand up, but my legs fail me.

I try to fight, but my ray gun is gone.

So I merely sit there, watching killjoy after killjoy fall in defeat.

I try to scream, but my scream is merely a whisper.

I try to cry, but the tears just don't come.

And then, within seconds, I was the only live soul on the entire killjoy side.

Two dracs, decked out in white, with blood splattering over the suits like evidence of the massacre that had happened mere minutes ago.

They reach up, at the same time, and take off the vampire masks silently, revealing something worse than a hunk of metal and wires. Worse than the bloody remains of a victim's face.

My mother and father stare back at me. But love and pride is no longer in their eyes, a blank stare- like a corpse, is in those beautiful brown and green eyes.

They reach for me, and everything fades into red.

I wake with a jolt, my sleepy eyes wide as dinner plates.

I take a look at my surroundings. Ghoul's head was resting on my lap, and Kobra and Jet were both leaning against windows. We were still in the zones, I could tell. But everyone was asleep except for Party Poison.

I blink and rub the sleep out of my eyes. "Party…?" I yawn.

He glances at me through the rear view mirror. "Oh. You're awake." He smiles. "Nightmare?"

I nod, and shiver. The dream I had had was scaring me, even now. I could still see their faces, glowing in the blood red sun…

I shook it off. "How close are we?" I ask quietly, careful not to wake the others.

He is quiet for a second. He opens his mouth to say something, but then shuts it again. It's quiet for another minute and a half.

"Hmm. I would have to say around… 30 minutes? We're pretty close, actually. I'm surprised you woke up, though. You were out, man! Ghoul was poking you like crazy, and no matter how loud we got, you were still… Like, dead-like."

He pauses, then laughs a loudly.

"we actually checked for a pulse!" He cackles, as if it's the funniest thing in the world.

I sigh, running a hand through my greasy blue hair. "I'm a deadweight sleeper…" I grin. "It's not a very good thing, considering that I could be killed during a fucking rock concert while I'm still dreaming of gum drops."

Party's still smiling. "How do you wake up, then?" He asks me. His smile is gorgeous. In-between his chapped lips lie beautiful pearly whites. I swear I could have spent hours just looking at his beautiful smile…

But I snap up to answer his question. Embarrassed, I giggle an, "I don't!"

The awkwardness was gone, and for the next little while we talked and laughed like long lost friends.

It was a relief. I hadn't had human contact in a while, and this here was more than fabulous…

But eventually, in the dead of the night, we had pulled up to what looks like it had once been a diner. But the flashing neon sign's R and N were burnt out, leaving it to say, "DI E" instead. It was ironic, and so, so cool.

He killed the engine, and after a few moments of silence, muttered, "We're here."

I nodded.

"Help them wake me up, will you?" He asked, gently nudging Jet Star.

I followed orders and tapped Ghoul's head, which was still placed in my lap, I might add, gently.

"Fun ghoul?" I say quietly. "Fun Ghoul, wakey wakey, we're here."

His eyelids flutter to life, and he gives me an amnesiac look, as if to say, who are you?

But he quickly grins and clears his throat, sitting up. "Got it. Thanks."

I move on to Kobra Kid, shaking his shoulder a little bit.

"Kobra? We're he-"

Oh ho HO, but I'm not replying any time soon.

Because he quickly reaches for his ray gun and points it at my temple. "Motherfucke-"

We both sit there in a moment of silence, before he slowly draws the gun away. The others are outside of the car, staring in at this weird act.

"Sorry…" He mutters, climbing out and slamming the door behind him.

I get out quickly, shaking the thoughts of his delayed reaction to the trigger out of my head.

I follow the men through the front door, and step into a furnished, dusty room. Party quickly splits off into a dark room to the left of the entryway, leaving us four.

Fun Ghoul steps forward, his usual grin on his face. "Honey, I'm home!" He yells, and within 20 seconds or so, a little girl no older than 10 comes running out of a room, giggling, and jumps into his arms. She squeezes him, drops out, and performs the special hug on the rest of them.

He has a sort of poofy, light brown afro and large hazel eyes. She's dirty, but oh so adorable. We make eye contact after she hugs Jet Star. She stares me down for a few seconds, and I find it hard to look away from her. She finally breaks the spell of cuteness, and looks up at Jet for answers.

Luckily, he could read her expression as easily as I could. "Kid, this is Sparx Fire. Her situation is complicated, like yours."

She blinks, and then all of her assumed cuteness is gone. "But she's a big girl. She's old."

"Hey hey, wait one second here, you're calling me old? And I thought you were cute!" I hiss, glaring at her. But she doesn't shrink back. She sneers back.

"Oh, well, gee golly, miss!" She says, mocking a little girl. "Now you're the one acting like a little girl. Suck it up, princess."

"Brat." I mutter, clenching my fist. That's what I hated most about kids. They were untouchable, even if they acted like bitchy adults. She growls.

Jet shook his head. "Guys!" He started. "Must we have a dispute every time we meet a new kill joy?" He gives us both a look, then starts up again. "Glow Kid! I'm disappointed in you! When was the last time you met another girl other than Cherri Cola? What happened to being nice to our guests?"

She shuts up and looks down. She meets my eyes for a split second, but than embarrassingly breaks eye contact. The girl stares at her feet, but smirks when Jet whips his head around and starts on me.

"And you. You should no better than to try and pick a fight with a little girl!"

I open my mouth to retort, But he cuts me off.

"No excuses. You're better than that." He scolds. I feel like I'm back in elementary, being yelled at for something I knew I was gonna get caught for in the end. Feeling so small as they yell…

I scrunch my nose. "Fine. I apologize, then." I growl, mocking her with a fake little curtsy.

She sticks out her tongue, I copy her, and Jet throws up his hands as if to say, I'm done.

It's silent. Awkward. Glances (and in my case, glares,) are exchanged, until finally the wooden floor starts to creak, and heavy breathing enters my ear drums. I don't need to turn around to know who it is.

"Well, hey there, motorbaby." The husky voice chuckles. "You can call me Doctor Death Defying."

I felt this was kind of… Filler-ish. But it wasn't, at the same time! xD Feel like I didn't get enough done. Whatever. Next chapter will be fabulous, My pinky promises!