Dear Dr. Death-Defying,

Things are chaotic at the killjoy household right now. There's lots of frustration, tears, and lots and lots of cigarettes. Just as we thought things were shaping up for the better and that Korse was off our trail, we discovered a tracker on one of our beloved killjoys, and no matter how much she will deny this, it was not her fault. It's Korse and his creepers, who be creepin. In other words, Korse knows where we are and is heading here with his army, and it's not until I take a look back, do I realize how blind we've all been to the warning signs flashing along the way. It's exactly what they wanted, to blind us and to think… they almost succeeded. Obviously we can't do this all by ourselves, we need your help! We need back up and lots of it. Picture it, all the killjoys lined up, all fighting for one equal cause, freedom. Not to be super cheesy and quote the Europe song, but exactly that, it's the final countdown. Please broadcast to all the zones where to go and to get here as soon as humanly possible. Tell them what I have told you, that we can no longer hide away and kill dracs to get an adrenaline kick, but fight to save what's left of the world. The only hope for us now, is each other. Hope to see you soon.

Keep Running.

XOXO, Controversial Mayhem

Contro's POV:

Contro deposited the letter into the beaten down, graphitized mailbox, closed the lid and darted back into the passenger seat of the trans-am where an impatient Corrupt sat peering around over her sunglasses. She hated this part of the zones, it made her very on-edge. For all she knew, someone could be waiting to pounce right beyond the street sign.

"Did you take care of it all?" Corrupt asked.

"Yeah." Contro muttered.

Corrupt set the car into drive and they headed for Zone 6, the only home they knew of and soon it could be lost forever. She sighed, her muscles weary from hours of target practice with old laser tag guns Jet had found in Zone 5. It was fun, until you realized that soon enough those lights bouncing off your chest, would soon be real lasers that could burn a hole in your skin the size of a quarter.

Corrupt and Contro walked into the diner and sat down at the kitchen table. Contro looked over at the couch to see Ghoul and Sed intertwined on the couch, dried tears on Sedative's cheeks and Ghoul's arms wrapped tightly around her. No matter how many times they repeated it, she never would believe it wasn't her fault and she said she needed to be on the frontline, to get her revenge, for what they did to her family, but Ghoul and Party wouldn't let her.

Thoughts raced through her mind at the speed of light. What would happen if they lost someone? What would she do if she lost Kobra? No matter how sad the thoughts were, she couldn't avoid them. She was interrupted by a smiling Jet walking in and sitting down beside her and Corrupt.

"What's up?" He said.

"Just… thinking," Contro muttered and Corrupt nodded.

"That can be very dangerous," Jet said.

She shook her head violently, eyes full of tears, and choked, "What happens if we lose someone?"

"We won't," He said sternly, "We can't,"

Contro got up, "I have to go, Party said he needed to talk to me."

"Bye, Contro." Contro mumbled, looking down.

Contro got up and walked past jet. He frowned, "Wait. Contro," He said, as she turned around at the sound of her name, "Hang in there,"

She half-smiled, shrugged, and turned towards Party's room.

She approached his door and knocked three times, fast and impatient.

"Come in!" yelled Party.

She walked in and took in Party's room, surprisingly; she had never seen this room, though she suspected Corrupt had seen it many times. In the corner was a comic book easel with lots of unfinished projects and crumpled paper from the ones Gerard didn't like. In the center of the room was a queen bed, covered in star wars sheets, how cute. Party looked up from his work and said, "Hey. Don't judge. Obi Wan was one awesome motherfucker."

Contro put her hands out in defiance, "Oh. Trust me, I'm not judging. I was Leah for Halloween like 5 times as a kid. Star Wars is what the cool kids watch."

He laughed and Contro asked, "Not to be rude and all, but what was the reason you needed to talk to me?"

"Because Miss Controversial Mayhem, you have the best aim, according to Jet, because of your success in target practice."

"You mean, Laser Tag," She corrected.

"Hey," Party joked, "You know you love it."

Contro rolled her eyes and signaled for him to continue on with the point.

"Anyways, Ghoul and I have been brainstorming strategies and I think you would make one hell of a good sniper, so you'll have a little nook where you sit and shoot Dracs from far away. How does that sound?"

Well, being a super ninja would be awesome, but then she wouldn't be in the moment of fighting with all her fellow killjoys.

"Oh and Kobra will be there too. He also has excellent aim, just not as good as you though," Gerard smiled.

"Ummm. Alright, yeah sounds bad ass." Contro agreed.

"Fucking awesome!" Gerard beamed.

"I'll tell the others,"

"Okay, no offense, but can I go now?"

"Yeah, Contro. Thanks, though, we really need you, and you've been really awesome about all our new killjoys, I appreciate it."

"No problem."

Contro walked out of Party's room and into the family room, where Jet and Corrupt still sat playing go fish, and Sed and Ghoul still lie fast asleep. It was sweet to see everyone in such a moment of bliss, but she couldn't say the same for herself. She turned the corner into her room and Kobra's room and jumped onto the bed. As her head hit the pillow she thought about, what else, but babies.

Author's Nore: This is the point in time, where you send me your killjoy names and i include you in my story! Warning though, you probably will die. But please review and leave your names! :D