A/N: I kept you waiting a bit longer this time. Mainly because I wanted you to get excited for this and the next chapter. The character in which this chapter is named after makes an appearance, and not just a cameo either...

Also, when writing I saw the imagery most vividly in this one and the one after; which hopefully is the same for those who read this.

Enjoy!

Chapter 5- Party Poison

Battery City

The pages I ended up destroying them. It took another hour or so to find a safe location to hide but once I did, I found a cigarette lighter lying around and burnt the pages. There wasn't any more useful information in them and as long as I have them, Better Living- No. BL/Ind is a more accurate word. BL/Ind representatives will be after me because they will want the pages back. This way I will be able to cover my tracks a bit more.

Even though I have found a safe location it is too dangerous to remain in one spot and most nights I am on the move. It's so cool not having a curfew and that is why tonight I am heading towards Hyper-Thrust; it's this sort of nightclub, where people dance. It is my birthday after all and we do get a day off from school on special days. Maybe I will be able to sneak in.

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The Zones

Everyone had gathered around a bonfire near the diner, and by 'everyone' he meant it. Show Pony, Doctor Death, DJ Hot Chimp as well as Cherri Cola and himself. There was a lot of Killjoy's he did not know. But a few he had heard of, even if it was just by listening to his group talk. Jet Star, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, he had spotted them walking amongst the crowd. With phantom words following in their wake. Although they didn't get near enough to talk to him which he was secretly grateful for. He didn't think he would be able to talk to them; as these three and the person standing in the centre so everyone surrounding the bonfire could see were legends among the rest of the Killjoys. They had been around since the very beginning and take the most dangerous missions. This was the reason why so many were here now.

The crowd hushed as the veteran killjoy with flaming red hair-Party Poison he was informed, called for everyone's attention, "Hide your eyes we're going to shine tonight! Sub-atomic never get the best of me!" There were cheers and whistles from the killjoys and some of them even started to throw their fists into the air. "No DJ alive, going to save my soul!"

"My soul!" They repeated showing complete devotion.

"I sold it long ago for rock and roll".

"Hear, hear!"

Party Poison addressed him or more accurately the group that he was with then, "Drop the needle when the tape deck blows." He now knew what his part of the mission was; once they got to their destination he was to rig the sound system so it would explode. Easy enough to do he had been learning to make more sophisticated devices after all.

Party Poison had now almost finished his speech"…Shout it out so everybody knows. Let's go." And the crowd disbanded into the respective groups.

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Battery City: Hyper Thrust

Somehow I managed to get in and so far there haven't been any problems, people are just enjoying themselves dancing, talking and laughing, some even drinking. From the sapphire color of their drinks it seems that the beverages has been infused with the liquidized version of the pill for peace, the one we normally take for stress. I have decided to keep away.

Then all of a sudden the lights and the music went off. Blackness .There was screams, sounds of glass hitting the floor and panicked footsteps. What the hell is going on? Moments ticked by it was probably only minutes but it felt much longer. Then as the room went silent, different music started to play- just a simple beat, and light returned.

There was a figure in a yellow mask, standing in the spotlight in front of the DJ music system holding a microphone that obviously belonged to the real DJ of Hyper-Thrust. Then he spoke or sang as the pace of the music increased, "This isn't a party! Get off the dance floor! You want to get down? Here comes the gang war."

The question wasn't so much a question as it was a demand, turning around I could see that several others all wearing different coloured masks, came bursting into the room blocking the doors so nobody could get out. "Slide up the faders when the cabinet slams…" I turned back; he had his back turned to us. That wasn't for us and looking up I could see who it was.

Two people on the platform, one of which was closing the cabinet, the other looked familiar. Is that my brother? He looked older somehow, his hair had grown- down past his chin, maybe a bit taller as well? Although, that could just be the light or even the way he was carrying himself like he was determined to do something. And like everyone else who had entered with him he was wearing a mask a blue one with a red strip across one eye the other in shadow. What was he doing here? I could feel the room relax a little around me as people took advantage of the distracted rebel leader. As though sensing this he turned around and everyone tensed again, he was brandishing a gun. "And get your hands up! Get your hands up!" People obeyed.

Then, "Nobody is going to take my life." For the first time he walked into the crowd.

"Nobody is going to get the best of me." People parted as he went past the first few rows.

"No preacher is going save me now." He had stopped in front of a woman and dragged her back before taking a chair that was nearby.

"Take a seat I'm going to show you how." He forced the woman into the chair. With another member of his gang promptly coming over and strapping her to it.

"Everyone hit the pyro cue!" Those who were guarding the doors, exited. Yet no one moved - paralysed with fright. "We're going to blow this off and show you what we do!" The paralysis broke as an audible sound of shock swept through the audience. People screamed again. They are going to destroy the building? With us inside? How could they…How could my brother?

He was now just talking to the woman in the chair; so close that he was in her personal space. I could see her discomfort on her face as he was breathing down her neck, but the audience could still here him, even without a microphone. It wasn't until now that I realize that the music was acting as an amplifier for his voice, "If we were all like you in the end. We'll be killing ourselves by sleeping in." She spoke something that I could not quite hear but it was obviously in protest as she lashed out, but he caught her attack and spat back "So hit the lights, I don't care I'll do it again." A pause then said, "You've got two minutes". The music kept playing in a chant-like succession, it was unnerving; she seemed to feel it too as she broke down into tears in less than half of the time she was given.

"Well alright. Are you going tell us where?" He asked.

We came to party, kill the party tonight.

"I…I don't-" She replied in almost a whisper.

We came to party, kill the party tonight.

"Where did they take her?"

"The…The headquarters...that's all I know."

"Well alright."

He began walking away. Is that it? Are we safe now? Was he just lying about the bomb? Again it felt as though he read my mind as just before he disappeared through the doorway he reappeared and said "This isn't a party, get off the dance floor, you want to get down here comes the encore. If we are all like you in the end, oh we'll be killing ourselves. So, hit the lights I will do it again. So everybody get down," Well, I don't need to be told twice, I lay down on the floor; one or two others did the same, "Till the party breaks down. Now everybody get down." He said emphasising the last word; a few more followed. "Now everybody get down!" He repeated, now most had done so. "Till, the party breaks down…Tonight!" There was distortion in his voice when he said that very last word. It was so loud that it felt as though the sound was coming from all around me, and I closed my eyes and covered my ears half knowing what will follow and then-