Poison heard the scream from the other side of the massacre. His head turned sharply to the direction of the shriek. He knew that sound. Kobra was in trouble.

Poison began to sprint across the battlefield, ignoring everyone in his path. Killjoys turned to look at him curiously as he ran, and Draculoids turned their ray guns on him, but were too slow to hit their target. Poison continued to dash across the battlefield.

He came to a slight clearing. There he saw his little brother, sitting on the ground, his back to Poison. Rushing over, it soon became clear the reason for his brother's pain.

The Kobra Kid's legs were barely more than blood-spattered bone and muscle. All the skin had been burned off by multiple ray wounds, leaving the muscle slick with blood.

"Kobra!" Poison mopped the sweat, blood and tears off his brother's pain-filled face. Kobra was breathing heavy, and Poison could tell that he needed immediate medical attention from the blood loss he was suffering from.

But where were they going to get medical attention? They'd just blown up the Battery City infirmary only a couple of minutes ago!

Kobra's breathing became raspier as he struggled to get oxygen all around his body with the limited blood supply he had left. Party Poison held his brother close, stroking the blonde hair off of his face. He knew Kobra's time was near.

"What happened to you, Kobra?" Poison dared to ask,

"F-Flame," he managed to choke out, "S-s-she's turned a-against us. S-s-she j-joined with K-Korse,"

Poison couldn't believe his ears. This was the girl who, just a couple of hours ago, had planned on killing Korse and blasting BL/ind into oblivion. Where was that girl now? What had happened to her?

Then, a sharp wind blew through the rain that was falling steadily. Poison looked up just in time to see a small hovercraft land not ten meters away from him. The door opened steadily with a hissing noise.

Poison gasped as the figures that were standing in the doorway became visible. But his shock quickly turned into relief.

"Dr. D!" Poison beamed up at the radio man, and then turned to the smaller figure standing beside him, "And Missile Kid! You made it out of Battery City alright last time!"

Missile Kid hugged the red haired killjoy tightly.

"I'm so glad you're alive!" she whispered to him softly,

"Alright, alright," Dr. D sighed, "We can have our lovey-dovey moment later. Right now we've got to get the Kobra Kid here some help,"

Dr. Deathdefying picked up the thin blonde with ease.

"Wow, he's pretty thin, don't ya think?" Dr. D remarked at Kobra's lightness. Poison shrugged.

"I guess that's what happens when you're only living on beans for years," Dr. D chuckled.

"Now you get back in that fight, Party Poison. You've gotta protect the killjoys," Poison nodded, and Dr. D turned around once again, and walked away into the hovercraft with Kobra. Poison watched as it soared up in the air, and then vanished as Dr. D put on its cloaking shield.

The rain continued to fall as Party Poison turned around, full of anger and pain, to go back to the fight.

After shooting the Kobra Kid, Flame had run. She had run faster than she had ever run before. Tears spilled down her cheeks and fell behind her, mixing in with the rain.

What was happening to her? She was turning into a monster. The old Flame would never have done that to anyone, let alone one of her friends.

But BL/ind would be better for the world, wouldn't it? Basically, it was perfect. A perfect world.

But life under the killjoys would be beautiful. There would be music, and real people, not just Dracs.

But she'd made her choice. Perfect was the only thing the world could handle. Beautiful hadn't worked out, so it was time for new management.

Flame brushed her tears away roughly, allowing her sadness to turn to anger. None of that would have had to happen to Kobra if he'd just joined with her. But he was nothing to her now. A useless life form.

"Flame!"

She turned around to see the source of the voice. Standing a couple of meters in front of her was Party Poison, his red hair drenched from the downpour. His face was full of anger.

"What do you want, Party Poison?" she asked gruffly, turning slightly, wishing that she still had her long hair to hide behind.

"You almost killed my brother!" he screamed, eyes blazing with fury.

Flame swallowed, on the verge of tears once more. But she couldn't let her emotions show through. She channeled her sorrow into anger. Anger at humanity, anger at all the killjoys who stood in the way of her perfect world.

"Just walk away, Poison!" she yelled over the roar of the rain and the ray guns, "You know I don't want to kill you!"

"Oh, like you didn't want to kill Kobra? So you just settled with maiming him?"

Flame could feel the anger boiling inside her. How dare he? Mocking her like this? She would soon be the leader of everyone! Including him, if he stayed alive that long.

Flame raised her ray gun so that it pointed straight at Poison's heart.

"Walk … Away," she hissed, her finger tightening on the trigger.

Still, Poison's feet didn't move. Instead, his hand wound around the ray gun at his hip.

Flame's jaw clenched as Poison brought the ray gun up to meet hers.

"So this is it then?" her eyes narrowed and she shook her head, a mocking smile playing at her lips.

"I guess so," his face was cold and unaffected by the fact that he was staring down the barrel of a gun.

Then, his blank faced changed, a scornful smile lit up his face, and his eyes turned mocking. Flame knew he was going to shoot.

It was like he hadn't even moved. Poison still continued to stare at Flame, their eyes meeting. Then, the gun that was pointed at her face wasn't. She heard a shot being fired, and watched, as though in slow motion, as a red laser escaped from Poison's gun, traveled through the air, and hit her fallen backpack.

The world erupted in flames as the final bomb was detonated. Both Flame and Poison were sent flying through the air, hitting the sand hard. All the chemicals in the laboratories made for an even bigger explosion than planned. Fire blazed everywhere, and toxic gases flew up into the air. Anyone, Drac or killjoy alike, that was within three hundred meters of the laboratories was killed instantly.

And then there was hush. No one moved. For the first time that night, Battery City was cast in utter silence.

But it wouldn't last.