BL/ind Scarecrow Unit

The door to the Scarecrow Unit security room slid open. Newsagogo stood in the door frame, her arms tightly crossed. She had a scowl twisted on her face.

"Grace, it appears your friends are quite skilled. They made it farther than anyone here expected. This is the end though, they are going to be killed once and for all." She paused, her eyes wincing. "It is time for us to go now." News spoke quickly, pointing to a draculoid. "Drac 287361, please remove Grace from the pole."

Missile growled to herself, then screamed. "IT'S MISSILE KID! CALL ME MISSILE KID! I'M NOT GRACE ANYMORE!" Her scream echoed around the room. A draculoid stood up and robotically walked to the girl. He bent down and uncuffed her. Missile Kid tried to run once she was free, but the drac whipped it's hand out, grabbing her wrist tightly. It re-fastened her hand cuffs, assuring that she wouldn't run off. Newsagogo stood nearby, waiting.

"You aren't going anywhere." News spoke with an annoyed tone. "Don't bother trying to escape. You'll just end up dead like your friends."

A lump formed in Missile's throat as Newsagogo dragged her out of the room and down the hall. She had no idea where she was taking her, and she was scared.

BL/ind Penthouse Office

Party Poison was the first to enter the large office. Fun Ghoul, then Jet Star, and then a limping and tired Kobra Kid followed after Poison through the door. The office was quiet; and it was dark. The room was all glass; the walls surrounding them were made of shiny, reflective glass panes. The ceiling was also a giant window. A bright orange moon glistened above them, the sole light in the entire office.

Ghoul looked through the window closest to him. They were extremely high up; it was disorienting being in such a high room with translucent walls surrounding them. The Killjoys took in their surroundings quickly, their guns pointed out in front of them.

A wooden desk was at the most distant point from the door that the Killjoys stood near. A large black chair was turned backwards behind it, facing away from the Killjoys. Whoever was seated at it was looking out the window-wall.

"Ah, Killjoys." A deep male voice sighed. "I am amazed you have evaded my draculoids so easily. They are so smart and strong, yet somehow you are still alive."

Ghoul clenched his fists. "You fucking MONSTER!" He lashed out, ready to jump towards the man. Jet and Poison grabbed Ghoul, before he lunged at the man in the chair.

"Contain yourself. I'm no monster; I'm simply saving the world." He spun his chair around, revealing a clean-shaven, sharply dressed, middle-aged man.

"How do you consider bombing ninety percent of the planet straight to hell saving the world? You killed MILLIONS of people!" Poison spat at the smirking man.

"I SAW the planet." The man said. "I SAW how people were destroying the world. Wars, violence, greed! That's all the planet was! Every country had different rules, leaders, ways of life; it made no sense! I knew what had to happen. I had the opprotunity to take the world into my own hands, so I did! I knew if I could make everyone think the same way, they would stop ruining our planet! All the ugly that was in the world would turn into perfection! It would be a perfect, beautiful planet. Clean and safe. Safe for the children. Like my daughter."

"Your daughter disagrees with you." Poison muttered. "She knows the truth. She knows you are a monster. She knows that you killed off millions of innocent people for power. That's all this is about; power. That 'saving the world' speech is complete bullshit."

"Oh, my friends. You are mistaken!" He stood up, walking over to one window-wall. He gazed into the distance, smiling. "You think I WANTED all of this? It isn't as easy as it looks to be the sole ruler of these survivors! They needed someone to look up to! I needed to look perfect in the time of worldwide crisis; I needed to be a role model for these people! I guess I did a decent job, as they flocked to Battery City."

Kobra snarled. "You bastard! Who the hell would look up to you?" He pointed his gun at the man, who raised his hands in defense. Kobra continued. "The survivors only flocked to your city because their homes were destroyed, and they were promised safety and shelter! Your lies got you this far!"

The man put a hand on his chest, as if Kobra's words genuinely hurt him. "But my words were the truth! They were guaranteed saftey if they moved into the city, and that is all that they have had. Nothing has happened to those who followed the rules."

"Are you fucking serious?" Ghoul screeched. "You've cloned them all into brainwashed zombies, then locked them all away in dark prison cells!"

"Yes, but they were safe. I did not lie. They were promised safety and shelter. That is what they got." The man replied.

The Killjoys stood bewildered. They could not believe the sheer insanity of the man before them. He honestly believed he was the 'savior' of the planet. He believed he deserved the power he held in his hands. He was psychotic.

"I am sorry, Killjoys. But I have rules to uphold. You are criminals for disobeying my laws; and you have been given multiple chances to change your ways. It is too late for you now; you must be eliminated." The man picked up a large ray gun, and aimed it at Party Poison.

Kobra, Ghoul, and Jet snapped their guns up, and thrusted them in the man's direction. Instead of taking cover, the man stood out in the open, smiling. He lowered his gun.

"That isn't a good idea." He stated, pointing to the door behind them. It opened and Newsagogo, the bald man from the desert, and a large crowd of draculoids entered.

Then, with a drac holding a gun against her head, Missile Kid walked in.