Missile and Cherri dashed to the window. A group of Killjoys – one's neither of them had seen before – were having a shoot-out with three Draculoids. It was three against five, but these Dracs – they're quick and they're lethal. Missile glared at them loathingly. Soon, Show Pony scurried up behind them.
"They in the cellar?" she asked, not looking away from the gun fight.
"Yep. All tucked up, safe and sound. We gonna join this shit?" he asked. Missile nodded.
"We gotta. Look," she pointed, "one of their Killjoys is already down. Ok, so Pony, I want you to go help the one that's been taken down. Cherri and I will go behind the tree and use that as our position. Once the injured one is inside, you head to the wall round the corner and stay behind there, taking shots when you need to. We're gonna ghost those pieces of shit so hard that they're asses will fly through their faces…" she snarled. Obeying her commands, they advanced outside, staying in the shadows. Pony immediately tended to the fallen Killjoy, who had been hit in the leg and was groaning and gasping with pain.
"Shhh, it's ok. We're gonna get you treated, all right?" he cooed. The male Killjoy nodded and winced when Pony lifted him in his strong arms. Pony skated back to the diner, and was surprisingly unscathed. Mainly because the fight had moved further down the road. He placed the Killjoy down on the chair and Dr. D rolled in holding bandages and a med-kit.
"It's ok, Pony, I got this. You head on out. Good luck, brother," Dr. D said, patting Pony's shoulder. Nodding, Pony darted back out of the building and behind the wall – just like Missile had instructed. He glanced across and saw Missile and Cherri behind the tree, zapping away. He saw shots fly past them, their only barricade the thick-trunked foliage before them. He peeked over the wall and saw yet another Killjoy down for the count. This one was a female. He grimaced. She'd been hit in the chest. Her eyes were open wide and blood was dripping from her mouth. He'd seen so many deaths like this. But it was still horrific. He dropped back behind the wall and wiped the tears from his eyes. Then he puffed out his chest and shot over the wall, managing to zap a Drac square in the head. Pony watched as the Drac's head exploded. He shuddered. He knew it was still a human being. But they weren't alive. A living human loved and cared and didn't kill. No. Drac's were dead inside. He frowned and threw himself over the wall, firing another shot. He missed and instead was hit on the arm. He hissed and fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding arm. He scrambled behind a bush and looked at his arm. It wasn't TOO bad, just grazed, but it was bleeding like crazy. Whimpering pathetically, he peered out from the bush. The last Drac fell to the floor. He sighed in relief. Missile was at his side instantly.
"You ok?" she asked worriedly, touching his arm tenderly. He nodded, wincing.
"I'll be ok. How many casualties?"
"Cherri and I are fine. All three Dracs down. I saw your headshot. That was awesome! But…we lost a Killjoy. She…got hit…in the chest…" Missile's eyes welled up.
"I know…But what about the others?"
"They're ok – the only major casualty was the one you helped into the diner. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up…" She helped him to his feet and the re-entered the diner. The unfamiliar Killjoys stood around, their stares vacant. They were all mourning the loss of their sister. Pony patted the back of one of the male Killjoys and whispered "I'm sorry." The male nodded and smiled weakly.
"Thank you. Thank you all for helping us. I don't think we would all be here if it hadn't been for you three." Missile, Cherri and Pony nodded. Pony turned his attention to the Killjoy being tended to by Dr. D.
"You ok, buddy?" he asked. The Killjoy looked up and nodded.
"I'm fine. Thank you." He smiled. Pony smiled back.
"We best make a move. They just sprung on us. If they're on our tail, we don't want to lead them here. Thank you for everything. We have a spot on a hill to bury Solar Eclipse. She'll have a peaceful ceremony." A tear dripped from the obvious leader's eye, but he quickly rubbed it away. Missile and her crew didn't object – when Killjoys want to move on, they move on. You don't get in their way. They left silently, piling into their pick-up truck that one of them had gone off to collect. They lay Solar Eclipse across the back seat in a blanket. They left with pained smiles and waves. Missile, Cherri, Dr. D and Pony watched as they left. They turned to each other sadly.
"Those poor Killjoys," Missile sighed, shaking her head.
"Should I go and get the guys?" Pony asked. Missile nodded.
"Yes. We have to tell them why we threw them in a hole."