A/N: I am sorry for the huge gap between both chapters, but I have no excuse for it. It's just terrible, lol :{

Chapter 2

'I must be dead?' I thought, I groaned as a sharp pain was sent through my head.

Nope.

My whole body hurt, the worst was my head. It felt like the pain of a massive hangover and a steamroller ran me over. I could hear a rumbling, a car. I was in a car? How? But...

I opened my eyes, it was dark out and I was in the front passenger seat of a two seat sports car? It was a bit run down, but these kinds of cars are hard to find now. I got a good look at him this time, he was around my age. He had dark features. Straight jet black hair, it just about reached his shoulders. He was wearing a light grey denim jacket, it was worn out and had designs and other colours on it. He was wearing an old Nirvana shirt and black skinny jeans. He was actually kind of attractive, handsome even.

Wait! What? No!

He was the enemy.

I had no idea where I was or what got me in this car, so I slowly reached down my side checking for my raygun. Without alerting whoever was driving that I was awake, I slipt it out and quickly pointed it at the man driving. He drove steady and kept his eyes on me, I was surprised he didn't need to keep his eyes on the road while he drove, even having a gun pointed at him.

"Where are you taking me!" I growled, my voice was a bit broken and my throat was dry and sore, but I forced myself to talk anyway.

"After saving your life by finding you half dead in the middle of the desert, this is how you repay me?" He said calmy, starting to focus on the road and not looking at me. His voice was deep and relaxed, which confused me.

"Answer the question." I growled, I got a look at his face, he had dark green eyes and his skin was lightly tanned.

"Put the gun down or I'm taking it." He growled back.

"Hah! That's funny, not before I shoot you." I snarled. He sighed and murmered something then started speeding. He jerked the steering wheel in my direction causing the whole car to jerk that way. It threw me into the window causing my already wounded head to hit it, making me drop my gun.

The small hit was all it took to knock me out, I'm assuming because everything went black.

I put my hand to my head and moaned. That bastard, well he did warn me. Who was he to do that though, if I'm I get my hands on that creep I'm gunn-

"She's awake!" Someone yelled, my eyes immediately snapped open. I looked around, I looked like I was in some sort of run down hotel, I noticed the vandilism and marks for Killjoy territory, but I had no idea who these people were, I didn't know how many there was or what they're intentions are.

I reached down my leg for my gun, but it was gone. I panicked a little, worriedly I searched threw all of my pockets, my vision cleared a bit and I got a good look. I was on a couch, an old, smelly but very colourful couch. The front desk was taken over by some newer computers, probably stolen, it had random nick nacks and signs. There was a few more lounging chairs and couches and then I noticed a man looking at me. Well he wasn't really a man, he looked no younger than Crooked Cryer, well than he did.

I bit my lip to hold back the tears, I couldn't cry. I had to be strong, I had to. For them,

Two other people then came out, one a woman maybe early thirties, with auburn hair and brown eyes. Wearing a dark purple coat that reached her knees, she was wearing old worn out jeans and two different sneakers, she had her own colourful style though. She looked friendly, but I wasn't taking the chances.

The man was older, around late fifties, his snow white hair was short but shaggy, he had dark blue eyes. He wore a black jacket with what I'm guessing was his own Killjoy marks and symbols, he had a pair of blue pants, big black boots, a grey shirt underneath his jacket and a smile on his face.

"How ya' feeling?" The woman asked walking up to me. I leaned back trying to keep away from her. I felt my head, it was all bandaged up, I looked at myself, lifting my electric blue tank top and revealed the bandage wrap around my torso, I blushed slightly at the awkwardness. All of my wounds were cleaned and bandaged. "Oh hun, don't worry I did em' myself." The woman smiled and kneeled next to the couch. I tried to speak but I didn't have the strength I had when I was in the car... with that idiot. She handed me a bottle of water, I just looked at her. "We're not gunna' poison ya' darlin'." I really noticed her southern accent, I didn't take my eyes off of them as I took a sip and winced, I could feel the dried blood in my mouth, it tasted terrible.

"W-..Who are you's?" I asked, managing to speak but not without slight discomfort. She stood up and walked back to her group.

"My name is Madame Grazer, this is SnakeTrack," She motioned to the teen next to her, he was smiling, almost a flirtatious smile, he had scruffy blonde hair with a dark grey toque, he was wearing a large vest with various pins and symbols. A yellow shirt and red skinny jeans, along with a pair of purple skater shoes. I guess his style was colourful, though it seemed a bit hard on the eyes.

"this is BrokenSnow," thus explains the snow white hair, he seemed like the leader, one to be slightly strict and yet friendly.

The front door opened and a man walked in, he had broad shoulders and was fairly tall... wait a minute! That was that idiot! He walked towards the front desk and looked at the three as if they were insane. He had a ciggerette in his mouth and an oily rag in his hand.

"This is RoadRage," he looked back at me and let out a growl. I growled back and sent one of my best death glares. "RoadRage is the one who found you and brought you back, say 'hi' Rage." Madame Grazer said with a smile as he was busy tinkering with something, he took his lit ciggerette from his mouth and glanced at me, then back at her.

"Uh huh," He murmered before walking out with what looked like a piece for a car. He opened the door and a dog ran in, it was about knee height and what looked like an American Bulldog, it was carmel brown with a black face and white paws.

"Sorry about him, he can be a little cranky." BrokenSnow said with a smirk. The dog ran up to Snaketrack and leapt into his arms, luckily he was caught. "This here is Lizard." He said petting the friendly dog.

I stood, trying to stop myself from falling. In a split second Madame Grazer was by my side helping me up. I thanked her as she put my arm around her and I limped on my good leg.

"It is nice meeting you all, my name is Lilium Rain.." I said holding out a shaky hand to BrokenSnow.

"Nice meeting you Lilium Rain, as you might have noticed this here is a motel, it may not be as nice as it used to be but it's home." He explained. "There are lots of rooms, you'll get your own, they each have a bed, but only one out of all the bathrooms work so we turned it into a bathroom for all of us. The shower only works after a nice long night of rain, since we built the well out back." He added. "We are way out of the Scarecrow area here since we aren't in the Zones. We don't get many snoopin' around but we have the occasional Drac to... Give directions to, other than that we're safe from any radar by BLI." He said with a proud smile. "You can have your own room, you should get a good sleep. To heal you need rest," BrokenSnow said with a father like grin.

"Thank you so much, uhm. I was wondering if anyone came upon my group in the desert?" I asked nervously. They looked at eachother with sadness all over their faces then back at me. SnackTrack spoke up.

"Rage was the one who found you, he didn't really say much, just got you out of his car, brought you in over his shoulder with a smoke in his mouth and dropped you on the couch. Then he nodded at me and went back to his cars." I growled, he dropped me? Erghhh, I could... Well he did help me, but then he ... Huh... Nevermind.

"Where is he?" I asked carefully standing without hurting myself. "He's workin' ahn his car out back." Madame Grazer said helping me out towards the door.

"Thank you," I said, she smiled.

"Anythin' for a fella killjoy." She smiled. I help onto the side of the main office of the motel as I walked around, I could hear someone clinking metal. I noticed three cars, one was a rusty old Buick, it was really beaten down and dirty, there was the sports car. It kind of looked like Corvette, it was red and had lots of designs and other colours on it. It was a bit beaten up and you could tell it wasn't brand new, but it was a beautiful car.

There were car parts and tools everywhere, I then noticed him under the hood of a Dogde Challenger. It was a bit Rusty and seemed to have some other groups Killjoy symbols on it, it was a nice car though. Even though it had a lot of dents and parts missing. I noticed another car under a tarp, I wasn't sure what type or what condition it was in but I didn't want to go were I wasn't allowed.

I bit my lip at the pain going through my body as I walked, I held it in. I had no choice, other wise it was a sign of weakness. Here in the desert, you can't be weak.

"I need to ask you something." I said with my arms crossed, glaring at him. He didn't answer, he just turned to look at me wiping off the oil on his hands. His eyes trailed up and down my body. I let out a low growl, personally I was kind of flattered. I'd never admit it but it was true. "My friends, did... Did you happen to find them?" I asked, he nodded. My eyes widened, I felt my heart lift. "Were any of them alive?" I asked hopefully.

"Nope, dead as a doornail." He said fiddling with some parts of the engine. My heart sank to my toes, I... I felt so alone, I... I felt like I failed them. "If it makes you feel any better, BLI came and desposed of the bodies." He smirked, I felt my temper rising. That little bit of sadness and grief tucked deep down as I growled, samming my fist down on the hood of the car. Causing it to smack down on the idiots head.

"You're such a fuckin' asshole!" I yelled at him, my temper getting the best of me. He rubbed the back of his head and looked at me as if I were nuts. I turned and stalked away, my anger being my main emotion. I could barely feel the pain anymore, it was a new feeling. It was pure revenge.

A/N: Finally finished, anyway. Thank you for you review it made me smile, if I had a cupcake I'd give it to you... Sadly, I can't bake. Oh well, ahaha. And sorry for not having this up sooner, I usually update often, but I didn't, but I will start. ;D

Reviews are welcomed :} ~MHPS