Hya guys!
Thing is, I'm going on holiday, so you won't be hearing from me for a long time. Read, review, subscribe, whatever. I wanna know if this story is good enough.
- KenZ xoxo
'Go! I'll be right with you.' The Doctor said to the Killjoys as they exited the room. He then instructed Korse against the wall and checked him for any weapons. He had none on him. Show Pony did the same to the lady. She had no weapons either. Dr Death and Pony both looked at each other and nodded. They both backed away, their ray guns still pointed at the enemy. 'Don't move!' The Doctor ordered as he and Pony exited the room, leaving the bald man and his assistant alone.
The Killjoys ran through the building. They just ran ahead. They haven't been here before and they were lost. They just took random turns at random corners, but otherwise they just went forward, looking for stairs. The thought they shared – this is a fuckin' maze!
'We seriously need to get out of here!' Party Poison said, stopping for a second to catch his breath.
'Wow, you're so smart!' Kobra Kid said sarcastically, also stopping.
'No need for the irony.'
'Guys,' Jet Star stopped. He was slightly behind them, having to carry Fun Ghoul.
'What?' the two brothers asked simultaneously, followed by a glance in each other's direction.
Jet looked around. 'I think we already passed this place.'
'What?' Kobra asked.
'How can you be sure?' Party took a look around, but he wasn't paying attention to the surroundings before so he couldn't tell if whether they were here before or not.
Jet took another look around, just to be sure. 'Look,' he nodded at a wall, 'the poster.' The poster showed the BLI logo; a cute little smiley face with a bar underneath it, and the words "Better Living Industries" underneath that. The BLI slogan, "the aftermath is secondary" was written in tiny font underneath that.
Party sighed. 'Well, they're everywhere! It couldn't be the same one.'
'No, look.' Jet walked over to it. 'It has this tear right here.' This was true. The poster had a little tear down the right upper corner.
'Dammit!' Party exclaimed hopelessly. How could they be walking in circles? It didn't even seem like it. He actually thought they were going in the right direction. He was wrong. They were lost.
'What are we gonna do?' Kobra asked.
Jet kneeled down and sat Fun down against the wall. 'I don't know.' He said. Kobra and Party kneeled down beside them.
Party looked at Fun pitifully. 'Wake up, buddy.' He slapped Fun's cheek lightly with the back of his hand. There was no reaction. He sighed.
Grace was getting worried by now. They haven't returned in a long time. She didn't know what to do. She walked over to a box in the corner of the van and looked inside it. She smiled at the contents. And instantly, a plan like spider webs was knitting inside her mind.
'Right,' the Doctor said to Pony 'We need to find the guys. Any idea where they might be?'
'As far as I'm concerned, anywhere.' He replied.
'We need to look for them. Let's go!' the Doctor said as he and Show Pony speeded along the corridors, looking through every corner, and trying to figure out where the Killjoys might be.
'Why won't he awaken?' Kobra whailed, worried.
'He will. In time. Just you wait.' Jet tried to reassure himself as well as the guys, but he knew there wasn't much he could do. The S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W wanted them dead. Clearly, this was just the beginning.
Party's eyes widened: a sign of a panic attack about to happen. 'But... but he needs to wake up now! We have to get out of here! He has to survive! He has to wake up! Without him, nothing—'
'Shhh!' Jet quietened him. He squinted, and then he looked shocked. 'Oh shit!' Party and Kobra looked at him, their faces wearing the "what?" expression. 'Someone's coming!' he mouthed. He looked above the brothers' heads, and his face turned paper-white. Seeing this, the brothers turned around; they had the same reaction. There was a pair of Draculoid guards, on duty. They saw them and took out their weapons. The Killjoys shared the same thought once again: we're screwed! The Dracs pointed their ray guns at them, their fingers on the triggers...
'PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!'
The Dracs looked up behind the Killjoys; the Killjoys turned around. Seeing who it was, they grinned. Grace! She was carrying two ray guns in both her hands and wearing a bag. She kicked the bag across the floor to the Killjoys; it had more ray guns in it, fully charged and ready to ghost. The Killjoys took out the guns and pointed them at the Dracs. It all happened in a fraction of a second; too fast for the Dracs to see their lives flash right before their eyes. They both fell face first to the floor.
'Thanks, kid!' Party said.
'Anytime!' She replied. Seeing Fun's state, she quickly came and kneeled beside him. She opened the bag she was wearing and took out some medications. 'I don't know how to use them, but...'
'Grace, you're the best!' Jet star exclaimed, hugging her. 'They're revives! Where did you get them? Hack-a-vend? It's impossible!' he quickly got the syringe out and injected it in all the places the note, which Grace read, said. There was still no reaction.