Kobra and Jet stood wide-eyed and confused as Show Pony hurled himself into the room. Ghoul and Poison gasped in pain on the floor, hardly noticing Pony's entrance. The minute Pony came into view, several draculoids pointed their guns at the roller skating man.
Pony gave a quick wave to the Killjoys. "Don't worry about me." Pony said, winking at Kobra. The Killjoys had no idea what he was doing. Pony was directly in the center of the room, with multiple guns pointed at him. He had the attention of every draculoid.
"What the hell are you doing, Pony!" Jet screeched in fear. Suddenly, Show Pony pulled out his pink ray gun. Quickly raising it and hardly aiming, he fired at Missile's father. He missed, hitting the glass window behind the man. It shattered, a cool night breeze whirling through the room.
Missile's father jumped sideways, taking cover behind his sturdy desk. "Fucking kill him!" He ordered. Every draculoid in the room aimed their guns at Show Pony, who stood proudly in the middle of the floor. Pony smiled bravely and saluted the Killjoys. The room exploded with gunfire and he fell to the ground. He had been hit multiple times.
Missile Kid screamed in horror; Jet and Kobra stood in awe. Poison and Ghoul looked up through their agony and saw what had happened. Their friend had sacrificed himself to give them one last chance. It couldn't be wasted.
Kobra and Jet whipped out their guns as fast as they possibly could. Poison fumbled for his, and Ghoul painfully slid his out of it's holster. Kobra quickly shot down the draculoid that was standing behind him, freeing himself from the gun held to his head. He ghosted the drac behind Jet, as Jet fired at a few across the room. Poison was flat on his back on the ground, shooting at the dracs around him. He managed to bring down the drac that was hovering over MIssile Kid.
The dracs that were still standing took aim at the Killjoys. Laser beams sailed through the air, crashing through windows. Glass shattered all around the Killjoys, lights were brought down, furniture was hit. It was chaos.
Suddenly, the door behind the Killjoys ripped open again. Rebel Renegade, Neon Halo, Golden Heart, and Innocent Resistance ran as fast as they could in, their guns raised high. Innocent Resistance gasped as she saw Show Pony laying bloody on the ground. With tear-filled eyes, she fired at Newsagogo. She missed, but the woman backed away in fear. She was up against the wall, with Resistance's gun aimed directly at her face. Resistance didn't fire; but she held her aim on the terrified woman.
With the sudden addition of Killjoys, the dracs were slowly brought to their demise. In the middle of the fight, Jet was hit in the shoulder, and he dropped to the ground. He crawled behind a plush chair, firing through the pain in his upper arm.
The room roared with fury. The Killjoys were relentless; they fought harder than they had ever fought before. This was their last chance to save their world; to save their families. The draculoids were outnumbered, and fought until the last drac stood. Missile Kid grabbed the ray gun off of a nearby dead drac, and fired. She brought the last one down.
Missile's father cowered behind his desk. His ray gun was in his hands, and he fumbled, holding it close to his chest. Korse stood near his boss, his gun pointed at Missile Kid. He clicked the trigger, but nothing happened. The gun smoked, but nothing came out.
"Having gun problems, Korse?" Rebel Renegade mocked, aiming at the bald man. He clicked the gun repeatedly, panicking. His dark eyes looked for an escape route, but the room was filled with Killjoys. Kobra walked up to Korse, pointing his red ray gun right in Korse's face.
"You want to know how I felt when you backed my brother up against the wall with a ray gun right under his chin?" Kobra growled with rage, shoving the barrel of his gun under the man's head. "I felt terrified. I don't even want to know how HE felt. About to die. It must have been terrifying!" Kobra smiled, revenge glazing over his eyes. Poison was on the ground, watching with shock.
Korse didn't try to run, he just snarled at Kobra Kid. "I never felt more joy killing anyone in my life." He snapped with a grin. Kobra dug the end of his gun harder into the man's throat.
Missile's father peered out from behind his desk. He watched as Kobra's face twisted with fury. "I could say the exact same thing about this." Kobra said, firing. Korse fell to the ground with a thud, and Newsagogo and Missile's father jumped.
Missile's face was like stone. The Killjoys around the room kept their gaze on the man under the desk and the woman against the glass wall. She held her hands in the air in surrender.
"Please," Newsagogo whimpered. "Please don't kill me." Innocent Resistance didn't lower her ray gun.
"Tell us one good reason why we shouldn't kill you right here." Neon Halo barked. "You killed numbers of Killjoys yourself! What makes you any better than us?"
News was silent as her eyes dashed over the furious faces of the Killjoys. She didn't mutter a word. Missile's father shakily emerged from under the desk, holding his raygun out in front of him. Missile walked over to her father, her gun pointed in his face. The rest of the Killjoys backed around her.
"There's something you should've known about us Killjoys, Dad." Missile softly spoke, a tone of relief in her voice. Her father had his gun pointed at his daughter, who was inching closer and closer. Kobra fired from behind Missile at the man, knocking the gun out of his hands. Defenseless and scared, he backed himself against the busted glass window. He looked behind him, realizing he was inches away from falling. It was a long way down. Nothing but an empty concrete parking lot lay beneath the building. He gripped either side of the window, holding on for his life. Missile kept walking forward.
"W-what should I have k-known, baby?" He mumbled with an apologetic tone, trying to buy himself time. He couldn't take a single step more, or he would fall out the window.
Missile pressed her gun against her father's chest. "Killjoys never die."
She fired, blasting her father out the window.