Summertime

We wanted to leave the dungeons, when we heard footsteps. 'Hide!' I hissed, but it was too late. The Japanese woman approached us – and she was dragging someone along with her. Only when she stopped walking I realized who it was.
It was Gravity Detonator.

'Black Transmission!' Gravity Detonator shouted. He wanted to run over to me, but the Japanese woman pointed a laser gun at him and he froze.

'Let him go!' I said fiercely, but the woman smiled.

'Give me your weapons,' she said.

'Never,' said Party Poison immediately.

'Then I'll have to kill the boy.'

'No!' Kobra Kid shouted. He looked at his brother. 'We can't let that boy die for us.'

'No, we can't,' Jet Star agreed, lowering his laser gun. The other Killjoys did the same, and so did I.

'Good. Come with me– I'm sure Korse will be more than happy to see you.' She clapped her hands and five Draculoids appeared. 'Make sure they don't escape,' she ordered them.

We left the dungeon, on our way to Korse's office. The Japanese woman was still pulling Gravity Detonator along with her, while the Draculoids were making sure we followed her.
But like I said before, Draculoids ain't very clever. So when they all looked away, I quickly pulled on my Draculoid mask again.

'Er – madam?' one of the Draculoids said. 'That girl – it seems she's escaped.'

'What?' the Japanese woman said angrily, spinning around and looking at the six Draculoids and the four fabulous Killjoys standing there. 'She can't have escaped!'

'Why don't you go look for her? I'll make sure the boy doesn't escape,' I volunteered, making my voice sound all Draculoid-like.

'Yes, good idea… Here,' the woman said, handing Gravity Detonator to me. I grabbed his arm. He struggled, not realizing it was me.
The woman wanted to walk away, but suddenly stopped. 'Hang on – weren't there five of you?' she asked. Suddenly, she turned around–

But she wasn't fast enough. I'd already raised my gun, and I pulled the trigger. The woman fell onto the ground, dead.

The Draculoids all got out their guns, but before they could shoot me, the four fabulous Killjoys got out their guns, too, and started shooting. The fight didn't last long: within a minute, all the Draculoids were dead and we were standing in an empty corridor.

'How'd you survive?' I asked Gravity Detonator. 'I thought you were dead– how could you have beaten all those Draculoids?'

'I didn't beat them. They decided to take me as a prisoner. That's how I ended up in their clutches,' Gravity told me.

'I thought you were dead!' I repeated, throwing my arms around him.

'I'm glad you're alive, too,' Gravity Detonator grinned.

'You have to run,' Fun Ghoul told us. 'We'll handle Korse. You run away.'

'No!' I shouted, letting go of Gravity Detonator. 'I ain't leaving! I went all the way to the city, and now yer telling me to leave! Well, I ain't never gonna leave you! I'll help!'

'She's got a temper,' Jet Star noted, grinning.

'Very well,' Party Poison said. 'It's your choice. What about you, Gravity Detonator?'

'I–' Gravity Detonator hesitated, then nodded. 'I'll come, too. Where Black Transmission goes, I go.'

'Thank you,' I whispered. 'And when this is all over, we can run. We can run away together, leaving everything behind, living life like we should.'

'That sounds brilliant,' Gravity Detonator replied.

'Doesn't it just?' a voice sneered from the other end of the corridor. All six of us looked up.
It was Korse, accompanied by ten Draculoids.