Hello all of my Crash Queens and motorbabies! I have some very important news for you all below, but first of all I would just like to say thank you to anyone that has been reading this story that I practically but all of my heart and soul into:) And now, onto more important news...
First: Ok, just to clear some things up about the MCR killjoys. As said in interviews, the killjoys are nothing like MCR and are just their alteregos in the killjoy universe, so that means that they where never a band and they never got married and had kids. But they still all have the same names, personality (kinda), and that they are all in their late 20's. Ok? Good.
Second: If some of you have read wolfbane17's "Five Times Someone Saved Party Poison" and Shinn Asuka- Destiny's Warrior's "Memory" (and if you havnt I highly reccomend that you do or I will cut you:) just note that the killjoy character Little Red is not related to my story what so ever, she is my OC that I made up for their stories and I use her personaly for mine.
Third: Honestly, I have no idea when i'll be about to up date agin after this:(( Since I dont have internet access (except for my phone) at home the only time I can ever upload a new chapter is when I' at someone else's house, sorry. I'm going shopping all day tomorrow and might be going home that night, so maybe sometime inbetween that I'll try to finish up chapter 4.:))
Ok, enough of that loud ass mouth of mine, onward to chapter 3!
Killjoys Never Die
Chapter 3: Vampire Money
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Daisy Demolition got up from the dusty old mattress as quietly as she could, careful not to wake up Little Red sleeping next to her. She stretched, feeling the knots in her back crack with every movement, and slipped her jacket over her tank top along with a pair of worn jeans.
Daisy silently creped into the kitchen of the diner and slightly relieved that no one else was even up yet. Probably has something to do with the sun barley being up, Daisy thought to herself as she got a can of Better Living peaches. She sat down in one of the booths and eagerly started to eat the peaches, looking out the window every couple of seconds checking for Draculoids.
A shuffling from down the hall brought her out of her thoughts as a very tired looking Jet Star came staggering into the kitchen, already fully dressed in his killjoy clad as his afro stuck out in all directions. "Mourni'n."
"Good mourning." Daisy said in a small voice as she continued to glance out the window. Truth to be told, she wasn't entirely comfortable staying with four killjoys that she particularly didn't know that well, but since Red seemed to know them preety well enough she could deal with it. She nervously brush her fingers through her untidy, purple streaked curly hair as she continued to gaze out into the dessert.
"Don't worry," Jet said sliding into the booth across from her. "No Drcas coming through here. We have cameras about a mile down the road."
"How can you do that?"
"Easy," he shrugged. "Fun Ghoul disconnected the wires from the reception to Better Living and connected it to our news feed server. We have two cameras set up in the back and front."
"But cant they track them with the chips? I'm pretty positive that they would have noticed that two of their cameras where no longer online." Daisy replied. She didn't really want to have a conversation right now, just making small talk long enough until everyone else got up. The sooner they leave the better.
"Beats me. Ghouls the evil mastermind behind it all. We haven't had any Dracs come 'round here in a while, so I guess whatever the hell it was worked."
Daisy laughed, still sorting through the awkwardness that was present in their current situation. "Sounds better than what we had as security at our old place."
"And what was that?" Jet asked, a small smile tugged at the ends of his mouth.
"Each of us would take turns hanging out on the roof doing lookout. The sunburns where a bitch."
Jet laughed. "Man, that must have sucked."
"You have no idea."
They fell silent for a few minutes as Daisy finished eating while Jet tried to fix his ray gun before the rest of the killjoys came walking in one-by-one, Little Red and Gracie being the last.
"Hey," Party Poison called out as he exited from the back room. "before we go and fix up the van Dr. D needs us to go make a supplies run. NewsAGoGo's gonna meet us over at the gas station and give us a few things."
"We don't have enough room in the car for everyone, so who's gonna stay?" Kobra Kid asked looking around the room. All eyes fell on Grace.
"Oh, c'mon! why is it always me?" she exclaimed, throwing her small hands into the air. "I haven't seen News in forever!"
"I'll stay." Red piped in. Her small body sat on top of the counter as Grace stood next to her. Red didn't even bother to get ready as she was still dressed in a bright blue tee shirt and black shorts.
"You don't have to-" Party started but Red cut him off with the wave of her hand.
"I don't mind. Besides, a kid like her needs some action 'round here." Red playfully ruffled Gracie's abnormal curly hair as she squealed with excitement.
"Fine," Party signed. "Anyone else want to volunteer?" No one dared to look him in the eye. "Good, I'll choose than. Fun Ghoul, you can stay."
"What? Why?"
"Because I said so," Party smirked. "and News just doesn't like you."
"Please, how can anyone resist these stunning good looks?" Fun Ghoul said flipping his hair back, but a look from Party Poison made him sign in defeat. "Whatever, I'll stay. But you owe me big time Party," he growled.
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"Up 'n at 'em all you Crashqueens and Gearheads! The zones looking clear out today, so just kick back, relax, and enjoy some tunes to help kept you sane and survive another day…"
With a sudden click, Dr. Death Defying's voice ended and was replace with the ecstatic sounds of The Mad Gear and Missile Kid. Little Red laid stomach down on an old lawn chair tapping her foot along with the beat as rows of cans and broken bottles sat a few yards away from her. She took aim once again and successfully shot a bottle as it exploded into the sand. She eventually destroyed the rest of them before there was nothing left but shards of glass and blasted cans scattered everywhere.
"God, I'm so fucking bored." she muttered to her self as she got up and walked over to where Fun Ghoul was working on a motorcycle. It was painted a faded, bright green with many mischievous phrases and stikers covering some parts along with a black spider spread across the tank. Little Red admired the work as she plopped down on the dirt ground next to Fun Ghoul who had yet to notice her presence.
"Hey."
Fun Ghoul jumped, obviously surprised, and hit his head on the bike. "Sonofabitch!" he hissed as he pushed himself out from under the bike and looked up to see Red trying to hide her laughter. "What the hell, why'd you do that?"
She gave him a cheeky grin and shrugged. "I love scarring people."
"Well," Ghoul said as he took out a cigarette and lit it. "It seems like you and Show Pony both have that in common. Want one?" he offered Red.
She shook her head. "Nah, I don't smoke. That shit kills you."
Ghoul laughed. "Hey, if the Dracs havn't gotten to me now, I don't think these will anytime soon."
"True that. So, what'cha doin'?"
"Just tweaking up the brakes a little." he said wiping his black stained hands on a rag. "See that door with the wood over it?" He asked nodding towards the side door that lead into the back of the diner.
Red looked over her shoulder. "Yea, why?"
"Made that one about a month ago when the brakes stopped working." Ghoul said blowing a puff of smoke.
Red whistled. "Damn."
"Yea, Dr. D was pissed! Wouldn't let me drive it for about two weeks."
She raised an eyebrow. "It's your's?"
Ghoul shrugged. "Mostly. I found it and did all of the shit to it, but we all share it when we need to. The Trans am is like Party Poison's too, but we all share it."
She laughed. "I love what you did to it. Maybe I'll have you do my car."
He smiled. "Yeah, greens my favorite color. But Party's the one with the wicked artistic skills and painted the spider on it. The same thing is painted on the hood of the trans too."
"So," Red said after a few moments of silence. "is there anything fun to do 'round here?"
From the look on Fun Ghoul's face, Little Red could tell that he was thinking long and hard as he looked around the empty dessert. The only things around being the two of them, a half broken motorcycle, and a run-down makeshift diner. "How 'bout a test drive, eh?" He asked giving her a side glance.
She smiled back. "Now that's more like it."
I didn't really feel like proof reading it, so if there are any grammar mistakes that you found can you please point tham out to me? I'm absolutly horribly at spelling.
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