The white car drove silently through the night, its tinted windows stopping the violent fluorescent interior lights. All was quiet. Korse stared down at the white body bag that sat on the table next to him.

Suddenly, he grasped the silver zipper on the bag in his long, pale fingers and wrenched it downwards, revealing a beautiful man with blazing red hair. The only thing that ruined his face was the grotesque ray gun wound under his chin. It was still seeping blood. His face was peaceful though, almost like he was just sleeping.

Korse smiled evilly down at the body, remembering the moment when he had put his ray gun to the killjoy and fired. The way the killjoy was not afraid to die. He had laughed at him. How foolish he was.

Then he remembered in anger at how that other killjoy… Kobra Kid, had shot him in the leg. Oh, how glad Korse was that he had died. The only regret he had was that he wasn't the one to kill him.

Korse slowly zipped up the body bag once again. The car continued to drive through the dark night, without a sound.

The killjoys soon arrived at the Drac hideout. They clambered out of the car, making sure not to fall onto the soil of the desert. The Drac hideout was a white building, much like the ones in Battery City, but much smaller, and dustier. The group made their way towards the building.

"Hey, stand back," Ghoul smiled at Crimson, and her eyes widened in happiness as Ghoul stood in front of her, protecting her. Flame caught the look and smiled, chuckling slightly.

They made there way closer to the building. When they were about twenty metres away, they all raised their ray guns, waiting for an attack. But none came. The came closer to the building, and still, there was no signs that anybody was going to assault them.

Suddenly Flame saw movement out of the corner of her eye and spun round, ray gun raised. But there was nothing but desert. The others looked at her curiously, but she shrugged it off, thinking it must have been a trick of the light.

Kobra stepped forward, and slowly inched the door open. He peered inside before turning back to the group and motioning for them to follow. They all stepped cautiously into the room. It was dark for a moment, but then there was a flick and all the lights flickered to life.

The group gasped, and Crimson's hand shot out and grasped Ghoul's. He squeezed it tightly, shocked himself.

There were hundreds of Dracs lying on the ground, slaughtered violently. Blood covered the floor. It was a total massacre. Limbs had been sawed off, gouges as wide as a fist poked through their skin, one Drac was even missing its head.

Flame gulped, choking back the bile that was rising in her throat. She couldn't believe any killjoy would do this. Not this violently. It was like an animal had come and butchered the Dracs. It was that inhumane.

"What happened here?" Kobra managed to choke out, his voice very quiet.

Crimson shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. Ghoul pulled her into a hug, whispering in her ear comfortingly and patting her back as she sobbed into his chest.

"They didn't deserve to die this way …" Jet said softly, barely audible over Crimson's muffled sobs, "No one does …"

Flame looked down as tears sprung up in her eyes as well, but she quickly wiped them away. She was strong. She wouldn't cry. She hadn't cried when her parents had been captured by the Drac's, leaving her on her own, and she wouldn't cry now.

"Well," came a voice from behind them, and they all turned around to see Disaster standing in the doorway, "We should probably go,"

"And just leave them?" Kobra said incredulously,

"We can't save them," Disaster replied. Kobra pulled out the almost empty vial from his jacket pocket and stared at the green liquid inside.

Flame put her hand on his shoulder.

"There's not enough to save them all," she said softly, and Kobra knew she was right. He put the vial back into his pocket and walked out after Disaster, followed shortly after by Flame and Jet.

Crimson stopped crying and looked up at Ghoul, who gave her a sad smile which she returned. Together they followed the others out into the desert night, not letting go of each others hands.

"They have arrived at Draculoid Occupation Unit 3329, sir," came a voice from the speaker inside the Drac car, "The spy has seen them,"

Korse smiled evilly.

Wonderful, they were following them. They had indeed thought that he would take their beloved Party Poison.

All was going according to plan.