Killjoys Never Die
Chapter 2: House Of Wolves
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"I swear, this is what hell must feel like."
I complained for probably the hundredth time that day. As our luck would have it, we were stranded out in zone 3 with nothing of the sorts to kept us alive. 'well…this is just fucking peachy,' I mentally thought to myself as I wiped away some more sweat off my forehead.
I was pretty sure that time was passing slowly in some sort of sick, twisted way of taunting me, but to be honest, I wasn't entirely paying attention.
Daisy Demolition had her feet dragging beside me while she aimlessly played with the radio, trying to get somsort of signal out there, but nothing. We stopped talking to each other a while ago-so it was nothing but complete silence in the empty desert…except for the occasional crying of the vultures circling above us.
I knew that talking to your self for this long meant two things; that you were so lonely and desperate enough, or you were just plain fucked up. I went with the latter.
I pulled my black and red waist length hair into a pony tail and used my bandana to push my bangs back as the air around my neck suddenly becoming cooler. I quickly thanked my lucky stars that I wasn't in Florida anymore, only god knows how hot I would have been down there. But, unfortunately, most of Florida was completely underwater from 2012. The wars caused massive amounts of radiation to spread across the world, so it pretty much just boosted up global warming. The heat from the sun also caused the world to be one giant ball of dust, killed of any sort of plants, animals, and people from the face of the earth.
After the wars broke out and the radiation killed everything, the world became a every-man-for-them-selves game. Cities were destroyed, friends and families ruined, and many lives lost. Nothing was the same after that. That was, until, BL/ind took over. Nobody knew where the hell these goons came from, but after the fall of the world's government they started to rebuild cilivstation.
The first few months were just fucking great. Building were rebuilt, bossiness's restored, etc. they created there own set of laws and regulations that made most people happy. So that was where they got the name from; Better Living Industries. Some people started to rebel and didn't follow the rules and just did their own thing. It was like the hippies protesting against 'the man' back in the 60's. That's when they created the 'happy pills'.
It was probably the best thing I have ever had in my whole life. All of the pain, loss, hurt feelings I had just suddenly disappeared. I would sometimes take about 5 each day. One time me and my mom fought for the last pill we had. We eventually moved from south Florida to California, the base of BL/ind. Or as Battery City they all called it. Every one was happy there. But some people didn't take the pills, so the company started to recruit people to force and arrest anyone who didn't follow the laws.
After the first five years things changed, a lot. And not for the good either. Everyday life soon started to feel like a prison. We had to wear certain clothes, go to bed and wake up on a schedule, had to do certain things a way and sometimes, weren't even allowed to do things we did everyday.
"Hey, Red."
"Yea?" I turned to Daisy.
"You hear that?" she turned in a complete 360 with a slightly scared and confused look on her face.
"What are ya talking about? Damn, that sun is really getting to your head," I laughed and kept walking, that was until I did start to hear the noise.
"Hear it now?"
I turned around and saw a giant bowl of dust heading stright our way. "Killjoys?"
Daisy shrugged and took out her raygun. "I don't know, but I don't want to take any chances."
"Do you really think any Better Living goons would be blasting music out in the middle of no where?"
She sighed. "Would you please be serious for once? There could bemore Dracs after us."
"Hey, one of us has to kept the spirit alive somehow."
As the seconds ticked on by, a very poorly beaten up and spray painted Trans am came closer into view. Yea, defiantly killjoys.
"Hey! Stop, you guys!'' I yelled as I jumped up and down on the road. Hell, to them I probably just looked like a little bouncing dot.
The car pulled up beside us with all the windows down and the music kept to a minimum in the background. The driver, a very familiar looking red-head, pulled down his bandana from his mouth and smirked, "Well, well, well. And what do we have here? If it isnt the charming Little Red."
I stepped up and placed my hands on my hips, careful of my injured arm, and waved at all of the boys in the car. "Hey, guys. Long time no see, eh?" It was quite obvious that Daisy didn't have the slightest idead of who they where. All of the boys stepped out of the Trans am with smiles on their faces. To me they all looked the same since I saw them last at a raid about a year and a half ago. Just with the exception of some new battle scars, but that was nothing new.
"Your tell'n me," Fun Ghoul snorted. "what the hell are you two doing all the way out here?"
I shrugged. "Our car broke down a few miles down when we where fighting a couple of Dracs. Nothing big."
"Nothing big?" Daisy practily screamed in my ear. "We nearly got killed and your arm ghosted off!"
"Whoa," Kobra Kid said. "We've been running around zones 1 and 2 today and didn't even see any Dracs around. How many were their?"
"Only about five tracked us down," I said. "They kinda followed us all the way down Rout Guano until our van got busted when they decided to go all bat shit on us."
"C'mon and hop in," Jet Star waved us over. "We'll give you a ride to your car."
"Really? You would do that?" Daisy asked.
"Do you really think that we would leave a couple of poor, defenseless, little girls out in the middle of nowhere?"
"Hey," I tried to put as much force into my words as possible, but I don't think I achieved it. "We are not defenseless or little."
Party rolled his eyes. "Honey, your shorter than Fun Ghoul. That's saying something." he said earning a glare and punch in the arm from Ghoul himself.
Daisy threw her hands up. "Ok, ok. We'll go with you guys. Lets just hurry up, I'm getting hungry."
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It took only about another half hour until we all finally reached our hippie looking van. And by the looks of it, no body's been around. The exterminator's car and the bodies where still there, so that meant that the S/C/A/R/C/R/O/W/S didn't come by. Yet.
Jet and Ghoul stood over the car's hood while Party followed Daisy over to where the bodies where and to look out for anything else. Kobra just hung out on the hood of their car flipping through a magazine. I sat in the passenger seat of my car and began to pick at the dried blood on my arm and wincing everytime I did so. It didnt hurt as bad as it did before, now it was just a throbing pain.
"Well," Fun Ghoul said stepping away from the car. "looks like the combustion is shot along with the radiator. Nothing I can do about it until we get back to our place. All of my tools are there."
"Damn," I muttered. Just our luck. "How long would it take?"
He shrugged. "Dunno. A few hours at the most."
Party and Daisy walked over. "Did you guys fix it yet?" He asked.
"Nope," Jet popped up from under the car. "We gotta go back to the diner and get our tools."
"By the time we get back there it will already be too dark out. We can come back in the morning."
"Ooo," Fun Ghoul smirked. "Do I hear a sleepover?"
Party rolled his eyes and looked over at me and Daisy. "If its ok with you two. We wont force you."
"That's ok," Daisy said nervously. "We don't want to burden you. We have enough room in the car for both of us."
"Are you crazy?" Jet Star came up from behind us. "You guys will get killed out here by your self's."
"We would love to stay over," I nudged Daisy. "wouldn't we?"
She mumbled a string of incoherent curse words before she walked away to the car. Everyone piled into the Trans am as I sat in place beside Fun Ghoul and Daisy. The music was on full blast as we listened to the killjoys pirate radio, hosted by the one and only Dr. Death Defying. Daisy soon fell asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. Jet Star just simply looked out the window and Fun Ghoul was chain smoking like there was no tomorrow.
We finally made it to the small diner by the time it was pitch dark out as the front windows gave off the only light within miles. A small head appeared from one of the windows before it came running out the wooden door as we all got out of the car.
Her mob of hair, much like Jet Stars, bounce as she came running up to Party Poison before giving him a high five, which she had to jump to reach his height.
"Party," the little girl said. She couldn't be no more than ten at the most. "who are they?"
I didn't realize that she was talking about Daisy and I until everyone turned towards us.
"Thats Little Red and Daisy Demolition. There going to stay with us for the night."
Whoohoo! Yay, two chapters in two days! Hope that you all liked the first chapter, and if any of you see any grammar mistakes or anything wrong with the characters, please either PM me or leave it in a review. Thanks!
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Brianna
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