*Authors Note: OH. MY. GOD. I just want to say thank you SO much to all the people who are reviewing! I went to bed last night with five reviews and woke up this morning with seventeen? That's actually insane! It may not seem like a lot, compared to some other people, but for my, it means the world. So, to thank you, I plugged in my iPod and typed up the next part :) You guys are what I live for every day, and I hope you all are enjoying reading my story as much as I enjoy writing it :) XOXO ~Alteration Lover*
Kobra and the others sat around the wooden table inside the safe-house, gathered around a large, wrinkled map.
"Okay," he said, "We need to go to at least two Drac hideouts today to make up for the lost time,"
The group nodded. Flame was seated beside Crimson. Somehow, their short conversation outside had brought them even closer together than they had been before. There were no secrets between them now. They were totally honest with each other, like true sisters.
"So," Kobra pointed at a small, faded red dot on the map, "This is the closest Drac camp, so I say we head out immediately, we don't know how much time we have left,"
"I disagree," the group turned to look at Disaster,
"What do you mean?" Kobra asked, his eyes narrowed, "Korse is out there with Poison right now, and we have no idea where they are, or what their plan is!"
"Think about is, Kobra!" Disaster said loudly, "We haven't slept in at least twenty-four hours! I don't know about anyone else, but I'm exhausted!"
"Is that all you can take, Disaster?" Crimson said mockingly, "Twenty-four hours without your beauty sleep? Did you not know what you signed up for?"
"I know perfectly well what I signed up for, Crimson Pixie," Disaster spat out the name, "And it was not running around like a headless chicken trying to find a dead Killjoy with no direction whatsoever!"
"Well, if you don't like it, maybe you should leave!" Ghoul snarled angrily,
"Guys, stop figh-" Kobra began but was cut off as Disaster stood up, knocking the chair over as she went.
"Maybe I will leave!" she growled, sweeping her midnight hair behind her, her black eyes glinting with fury.
"Disaster!" Kobra cried, but she was already walking away.
Beautiful Disaster stopped in the doorway, turning to look at the Killjoys, giving each one of them a venomous stare.
"Good luck finding your friend," she spat, malice ringing in her voice, "But if you ask me, it's never going to happen. You're all too weak.
"Oh, and Crimson?" she turned to face the black and red haired Killjoy, "I hope you'll see your dear sister soon,"
And with that, she swept out of the safe-house. Ghoul stood up quickly, his fists clenched, but Crimson rested a hand on his arm, stopping him.
She couldn't move. How had Disaster known? The only people on the planet that knew were Ghoul, Flame and her. She just sat there, immobilized, unable to move, speak or even think properly. Her thoughts seemed to rain through her mind, causing a flash flood of emotions and feelings, all of them getting jumbled up in the commotion that was her brain.
The room was silent, no one daring to breath. Suddenly Crimson stood up, her chair legs scraping along the broken tiled floor. She strode off out the front door into the hot desert sunlight. Ghoul was quick to follow, his hands still clasped into fists. Kobra put his head in his hands, his blonde hair falling through his long fingers. Jet rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, a bit confused at the past minutes happenings. Flame stood up and began to pace the room, her boots clicking on the tiled floor of the dining room. She ran her slender fingers through her purple hair, lost deep in thought. She knew something wasn't right about Disaster's outburst. It was almost as if she was planning to leave. But if she didn't want to be with them, why did she ask to come along in the first place?
The robot walked through the desert sand, searching for stray Killjoys. Although the sun beat down, it did not feel the heat penetrate its porcelain skin. Inside, its human brain whizzed and hurled, helped along by many wires and circuits.
Suddenly, there was a vibration coming from its wrist. Electricity shot through the wires as the robot brought its hand up to its mouth.
"Sir?" it spoke, its deep, robotic voice reverberating through its skull.
"Please report to Draculoid Occupation Unit 2756 for a tune-up" the voice from the transmitter said in a monotone voice,
There was a crack and a buzz, followed by a small pop and the robots voice turned human, female to be exact.
"No!" the female voice said, "I'm done! I will not go anywhere!"
More pops and hums and the female voice returned to the droning robotic monotone.
"Yes, sir," it replied, but almost immediately after it finished speaking, the female voice broke through,
"No!" it yelled, fighting the cracks that were trying to take over, "I will not!"
The line on the other end went dead, and the robot was having an internal battle with itself, each side trying to take over. There were many small bangs followed by fizzes and pops.
Suddenly, a hovercraft appeared out of nowhere. It extracted a large metal claw from the bottom of the craft, which slowly fell down, embracing the robot in its strong grasp. The human mind fought to gain control of the robotic body, but failed miserably. The robot went limp, allowing the claw to drag it up into the hovercraft.
The interior of the craft was pristine white, like a hospital ward. The robot was extracted from the claw and clamped tightly to a hospital bed. A Draculoid wheeled it through narrow white passageways into a surgical ward lighted with violent fluorescent lights.
The Draculoid that had pushed the robot through the hovercraft left the room, but was soon replaced by another, this one pulling white surgical gloves over its pale hands. The female inside the robot took over, staring in fear at the Draculoid as it went over to a small metal table and picked up a needle filled to the brim with black liquid.
The Drac walked up to the female until it hovered right above her. The female's eyes had turned blue once again.
The Draculoid placed both hands on the sides of the female's porcelain face. There was a soft hiss and the china gave away revealing assorted wires, two terrified blue eyes and a brain. The Draculoid took the needle filled with black fluid and placed it directly over the female's exposed brain. The female looked up in horror as the needle was brought down, breaking its way through the delicate membrane. As the Draculoid pressed down on the plunger, the black solution flowed through the brain. It flooded through the female's irises, turning the blue back to black. The female inside the robot struggled, but was pushed aside by the stronger robot until it could do nothing but merely watch.
The black irises looked up into the Draculoid's masked face.
"Commands?" the robot asked, it's monotone voice once more dominating,
"Continue Plan X," the Draculoid said as it put the china face back on the robot. Its porcelain lips curled up into an evil smile.
"As you wish,"