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"So, basically what you are trying to tell me is that you want me to break into Better Living Industries and risk my life, just to see if these guys that I don't know, are really dead? Not to mention save them without being caught if they just so happen to still be living? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" I demanded more than asked, flailing my arms in every which direction.

Looking towards me cautiously, Dr. Death Defying nodded slowly. "What do you think?"

Keeping up my angry façade, I looked into his dark eyes.

Out of nowhere, a mischievous grin lit up my face; my normally dead eyes lighting up menacingly in the dim light.

"I'm in."

Present:

Battery City; 7:53 a.m.; 76° Fahrenheit

Walking out of her two-story, bland home, Amelia Johnson adjusted her tight gray dress shirt. There was no such thing as color in or anywhere near Battery City. Nor were there things such as laughter, amusement, anger, sadness, or depression. No emotions were expressed whatsoever. This woman was the epitome of boring. Her dull brown hair sat perfectly straight and limp on her head. Two dirt brown eyes sat in the contours of her white face. No color was to be found on her person.

Craning her neck, she glanced at her watch. "Time for my pills." she thought, reaching into her pocket eagerly.

Taking out two white colored pills, she popped them into her waiting mouth before continuing her walk down her driveway. Sitting at the end of it was a car the every citizen owned. A tiny, cramped, black compact car with no air conditioning; not that anyone would need it seeing as the weather-bots took care of that sort of thing. It was thought that if everyone had the same cars and similar looking houses, terrorists would have no interest in attacking. Pushing these thoughts to the back of her drug-induced mind, she quickly opened her car door. She knew that her boss would be terribly displeased if she was late for her first day of work.

Little did she know that she was not going to be showing up to work today, because only seconds later she found herself passed out on the ground.

BL/ind Corporate Tower; 8:30 a.m.

Stepping out of the small, boring car, I adjusted my 'borrowed' shirt. It was a little too small for my liking, but it would have to do. I looked into the back seat. Laying there motionless was none other than Battery City citizen and loyal worker Amelia Johnson. I smiled before moving towards the front door to a large building made of glass and white walls.

I stopped myself from shaking my head in disgust at the lack of creativity and walked in, moving towards the front desk.

A man in his late thirties sat behind a large, wait for it, white desk. Bet you didn't see that one coming.

Looking at the name plate on the desk, I stopped in front of him. "Of course that's his last name."

"Excuse me, Mr. White?" I asked, making sure my voice and face was devoid of any emotion.

Looking up from what he was typing, he looked me over as if searching for any sort of imagination or color. I suppose he found none if the pleased look in his eyes were anything to go by.

"Yes? How may I help you?" he questioned; his voice much like mine had been. Cold, quiet, and boring.

"My name is Amelia Johnson, and it's my first day, and well, I'm not quite sure where I am supposed to go."

He nodded before typing in something in his computer. It was quiet for a moment as he looked at my face suspiciously. "You are Mr. Korse's new assistant, how could you forget something as high up in position as that?"

I froze for a second before staring into his eyes icily. "I didn't, sir. I was merely wondering what floor I have to go to."

He continued watching me before answering, "Floor thirteen."

Nodding quickly, I turned and headed towards the elevator. Getting in I hit the button marked 13. The ride was not very long as I soon found myself in a heavily lighted (and guarded) hallway. As I walked, posters lining the walls caught my eye. I stopped and studied them closely. The first was of a man with an oval shaped face and a sharp nose. I couldn't see much more as all the posters were in black and white with red X's crossing over their faces. A black bar was across their eyes reading the words exterminate. I shook my head slowly before looking down at the name that graced the bottom. 'Party Poison'.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. These were all wanted posters of the most dangerous and threatening killjoys. The next poster had a man who had a similar, but different face shape. The nose and lips were the same as the man in the first photo, but this man's face had a more slim and sharp look to his features. 'Kobra Kid'.

Moving my eyes to the next, I looked at it closely in interest. This one had long, curly hair, with a round face and full lips. 'Jet-Star'.

The next also had a round face, but the supported more childish looking facial features, a small grin lighting up his mostly covered face. Long, black hair or what I thought was black, almost brushed against his shoulders. 'Fun Ghoul'.

The last one caught me immense surprise. It looked extremely familiar. Their bottom lip was slightly bigger than the top, giving them a pouty look. A small, button nose graced the middle of their heart-shaped face. Long hair with what I could see of a fringe graced their pretty face. Or what I could see was pretty. Looking down for the name, I froze. 'Bitterly Ironic'.

I blinked before grinning largely. I never knew Korse thought me as that large of a threat to put me on his wall of Most Dangerous Terrorists.

"Shame, isn't it?" Wiping the smile from my face, I turned quickly. A grimace threatened to show as I saw who was standing behind me.

I cleared my throat before asking, "What is, sir?"

He glanced at me before nodding his bald head towards the posters that only seconds before I was admiring. "What those outcasts are doing. Or, were doing. After so many years of chasing them down, we've finally captured them," surprisingly, a smile had bloomed on his cruel face. He swiftly snapped his head to face mine, "Now all we have to worry about is little miss Bitterly Ironic. Once she is out of the way, Battery City will once again become a Utopia for the normal. And that is why I'm glad you are here, Amelia." He finished, looking at me, his sick smile growing.

I watched him suspiciously for a moment, "And why is that?"

He turned the opposite way and started walking the way in which he had came from. "Follow." Hesitating for a moment, I quickly followed after him, walking slightly behind him as soon as I caught up.

Left. Left. Straight. Right. Straight. Left.

No matter how hard I tried I could not for the life of me remember all of the twists and turns we took. Finally, after what could have easily been twenty minutes, we reached a door with two S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W guards standing guard outside. As soon as they caught sight of Korse, they relaxed their stances and moved aside. The guard to the right of the door pulled out a laminated white card and slid it through a small machine in the wall.

Not two seconds later, the door slid open, allowing us entrance. I followed Korse in, holding myself back from looking around him. The room was white in its entirety with beds lining the walls and heart monitors lying next to each one.

I looked around, letting my curiosity show. Not noticing that Korse had stopped in front of me, I almost ran into him, but luckily I noticed just in time and managed to stop myself abruptly. I glance towards Korse's face to see if he had noticed my misstep, but he seemed to be focused solely and the beds in front of us.

Turning my head slowly, I braced myself for whatever I was about to see.

I breathed in sharply, my eyes never straying from what was in front of use.

Letting my breath out slowly, I shook my head in disbelief.

Laying right there, hooked up to heart monitors and IVs that no doubt were feeding them some sort of sleeping liquid, like Valium or Trazodone. They all looked so fragile and pale. None of them made any movements, except for the slight lifting of their chests which showed they were breathing.

"So, what do you think?" A cold voice snapped me out of my reverie. I put up my emotionless mask before looking Korse in the eye.

"It's, just so incredible. I've never thought that I would ever be this close to outlaws before, it's just, wow. You truly are amazing, sir. A role model! To have beaten all of them within an inch of their life! Unbelievable!" I gasped out, fake admiration adorning my face.

The smirk on his ugly face grew. "Good to know, Amelia. Good to know." He patted me on the head before turning back to the door. "I have some things to go check on. Now, I've read your file and I know that you have a major in medicine. Would you mind administering another dose of Valium?" He asked.

Surprised, I looked up at him. "Of course, sir! Anything for you!" I replied, happily. "Good. Lay it on thick, Irony."

He nodded his head at me before leaving, the door closing on his way out. I waited until I could not hear his footsteps any longer and the guards resumed their position.

I took a deep breath, making sure to keep quiet. Making my way over to the first bed, I looked over the IV. There had to be a way to wake them up.

Smiling, I twisted a part of the tube, stopping anything from entering the person of the man next to me. Curiously, I glanced down at him. Disheveled blonde hair, a sharp, angular face, and an adorable nose. I smiled lightly, "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" I muttered to myself before walking to the other beds.

I quickly cut off the IV before taking each of them carefully out of their skin. Looking around, I spotted a small roll of white bandages. Grabbing them, I wrapped a thin piece around their hands, stopping the small amount of blood flow coming from the cut.

I brushed the blonde's hair away from his face before placing a small peck on his forehead. "Better wake up soon, we need to get out of here." I whispered in his ear.

Pulling my hand away from his face, I turned to go to the other's sides. Before I could even move one step though, a hand shot up and grabbed my wrist.

I squeaked quietly. Hopefully neither of the guards heard.

"Who are you?" A slurred, musical voice reached my ears. I blinked a few times, before realizing the blonde man was actually awake. Hesitating, I looked up into his eyes. They were a pretty brown and green mix.

"I think a better question would be who are you?" I shot back, ripping my wrist from his hold.

His face scrunched up in frustration. Opening his mouth to no doubt shout at me, I slapped my hand on top of his mouth. I immediately regretted it though when I saw him wince slightly.

"Sorry, but you need to stay quiet. I'll fill you in on what happened. Okay?"

Looking up at me quizzically, he nodded his head. I nodded, pleased. Taking my hand away, I started.

"Let's see, you and your friends came here to save that little girl. Grace, right?" I stopped to look at him. He again, nodded. "Well, there was a gun fight and all four of you were shot. You were, supposedly dead." He shot up from the bed only to fall back in pain. "Stop that! Anyways, you are all alive, obviously. Grace got away, and everyone thought you four were killed. But recently, Dr. Ditz, or Dr. Death Defying to you guys, told me how Grace and he suspected you were all shot with stunners. So, they sent me out here as a favor to them, and ta da! Here I am! Snuck in by impersonating some woman, or whatever." I put my finger to my chin, looking up to the ceiling. "Yeah, that's about it."

He was silent for a moment, before trying to sit up. I watched him worriedly, though I didn't show it on my face. I placed my hand on his back and helped him up.

"I'm Kobra kid. And… where are they?" he asked, his face as pale as the sheets he sat on.

I used my other hand to point at the other beds.

He turned and studied them. "So," he stopped before looking at me, "we have to get out of here." I nodded in agreement. Three low groans sounded throughout the room. I froze, glancing at the door swiftly.

"I'll be right back. Make sure they keep quiet."

I got up and walked over to the door.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Looking him in the eyes, I answered quietly, "You'll see."

I knocked on the door, signaling to the guards that I was ready to leave. Shuffling was heard on the other side of the door. As soon as the door slid open, my fist met with one of their faces. Smiling, I head a satisfying crack. Before the other had a second to react, I swiftly spun, raising my leg and roundhouse kicking him into a wall.

I placed my hands on my waist as I surveyed the two men on the floor. "Double knockout, sweet." I grinned, holding out the 'e' in sweet. I turned back only to have a hand grab my neck and throw me to the ground. I coughed violently, trying to get air.

"Party! Stop! She's helping us!" Almost immediately the hand disappeared and I was left spluttering on the ground, letting the sweet air back into my lungs.

Two arms helped me up. "Oh, Jesus! I'm so sorry; I thought you were working under Korse." I opened my eyes to red hair and an apologetic smile. Rubbing my neck, I stood back up and wave him off.

I glanced at who was holding my other arm. Black long hair, cute face. "It's fine. You must be Party Poison," I said nodding me head at him before turning to the other man still holding me upright. "And you are… Fun Ghoul, correct?" His eyes lit up happily, before he nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Yup!"

"And I'm Jet-Star." A tall man, around 6'1" or 6'2" stood in front of me. I had to look up to see him clearly.

I fake-smiled, "Nice to meet you. I'm Bitterly Ironic." It suddenly got extremely quiet.

Kobra Kid looked over from where he was speaking to Party Poison. "As in, THE Bitterly Ironic? Also known as Irony or Dust Bunny?"

I stared at him in shock, my eyes the size of dinner plates. "How did you know about, never mind. But, yes to answer your question, I'm the actual Bitterly Ironic. Now, we need to get out of here, and fast." The four of them nodded swiftly. "Okay, so listen up. There are two ways to get out of here. We are going to have to split up. It would be very easy to spot four men in colorful clothing with a woman wearing all gray." Again, they all nodded, listening intently. "The first way is the more dangerous way. You have to go past Korse's office to get to the elevator, which is the way I came. It is also heavily guarded, and I REALLY would not usually suggest going that way. But since none of you have weapons, we are pretty much screwed. The other way is through there." I pointed towards the staircase. "No one uses it since they have elevators, so that's your safest bet. The two who are the most injured, notice how I didn't say weak, just injured, are going through there." I finished, glancing at each and every one of their faces. They all looked to each other, trying to decide who should go out the safe way.

"And just so you know, I've already chosen who's going down the staircase." All their heads snapped towards me.

"What?"

"What do you mean you chose?"

"That's not fair!"

"How would you know?"

I raised my hand to silence them. "You heard me. And by 'I chose' I mean, 'I chose'. Yes it is fair, and I know because while I was waiting for you all to wake up, I checked out where each of you were shot. Any questions?" They all stared at me. Silence. "No? Well, alright then. Kobra, Jet, you two are coming with me. Party and Ghoul, to the staircase you go!" Before any of them could complain, I interrupted. "It's not that big of a deal, now let's go!"

A few groans and mumbles later found Kobra, Jet-Star, and I walking quickly but quietly against the wall of the hallway. I put my hand out, stopping them as we came closer to Korse's office. Two voices came from inside.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE GONE? WHO GOT THEM OUT?" A whimper was heard along with the sound of something breaking.

"I-I'm sorry, sir! It was that girl! A-Amelia! Amelia Johnson!" the usual monotone voice of a Drac came from inside.

"I thought I told you that she WASN'T AMELIA! WHAT DID I TELL YOU? THAT WAS BITTERLY IRONIC! You were supposed to apprehend her once I left the room!"

I quickly dropped my arm and motioned them to go ahead. They nodded, quickly scampering down to the other end of the hall. They could still hear everything that was happening inside the room, though.

"They can't have gotten too far! Go, go now!"

"Y-Yes, sir!" The sound of a door slamming inside of the office gave me the idea that there was another room inside of there. My eyes narrowed dangerously. Probably something important if it's in his office.

Before I could think further into it, the office door opened, showing the Drac. Before he could even make a noise, he dropped to the ground dead, smoke coming from his mask. I waited a moment, looking around. Nothing. I slid past the office door and made my way to where Jet and Kobra were waiting.

After a few minutes of dodging around guards and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W members, we finally managed to get into the lobby of the building. I motioned for them to wait against the wall. I handed my ray gun to Kobra so Mr. White wouldn't see it.

Gracefully, making my way to the front desk, I looked down at the man. If you squinted he, was quite good looking. "Oh, Mr. White?"

He stopped, looking up at me. His gaze landed on my chest for a moment longer than necessary. "Yes, Ms. Johnson?"

I leaned over, a seductive smile crossing my face. "I was just wondering if you would, uh, close your eyes for a moment."

He looked confused but also slightly dazed/ He leaned towards me, our faces almost touching. "And why would I do that?"

I smiled largely, "So that I could do this." I passionately kissed him, pressing into him as much as I could with a desk in between us. I opened my eyes slightly, lightly touching my tongue to his lips. I held back a chuckle as I watched his eyes close. He began to kiss back, so when I was sure his eyes were shut completely, I lifted my arm and pointed for the two gaping at us to make a run for it.

I almost sighed in frustration as the continued to stare. I detached myself from the man, laying kisses on his neck. I pointed angrily at the two men and the moved my finger towards the door.

Realization dawned on their face and they both ran for the front. I heard the door open and close before I pulled away. I kept my hand on his face for as long as I could manage as I walked away, my back facing the door.

Once I made it outside, I was tackled by something short. I looked down and say Fun Ghoul hugging me around my waist. I was surprised at how much taller I was then him.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, and thank you!" I nodded slowly, trying to pull him off of me, but he wouldn't budge. Coughing awkwardly, I looked towards the others for help only to find them chuckling. Except for Kobra Kid, he looked more pissed off. Well, Grace did mention him having a terrible temper.

I don't know how, but I managed to get to my car, which honestly wasn't mine as you know, and opened up the driver's side. "Ok, Ghoul, you need to get off now so I can get in the car."

He pouted but let go. As soon as I sat down, he ran over to the passenger side and jumped in… once again attaching himself to my arm. I sighed in aggravation but didn't say anything. I turned to look in the back but Amelia was gone. "Huh. She's gone." Both the back doors opened and Party, Kobra and Jet jumped in.

"We ready?" The others grunted or in everyone other then Kobra, whooped excitedly. "Well, then. To Dr. Ditz we go!"