The Killjoys talk about a runaway and get a surprise visitor. Talk about a good morning.
Morning finally arrived the zones, the cool night being replaced by the blazing hot day ahead. When in the zones, you always have a rough wake up call... especially when you are a runaway from Better Living.
In Zone 4 at the abandoned gas station has a sleeping nineteen year old boy. It wasn't very calm for him, for thoughts of being caught by the Sad Man and his goons, were roaming through his thoughts. If they found him, his punishment would probably be torture.
They would torture him to death. The Sad Man and his pink haired assistant, Nastasia, would find a way to torture him. Probably cut his stomach slowly, letting his blood drip, so he can feel a lot of pain. They would probably shoot him multiple times with their ray guns that would just electrocute him. Nastasia would probably brainwash him from her hypnotic power, just by simply pushing up her cat eye glasses. She is part of the reason how Dracs are the way they are. Nastasia would turn him in one if she had too. Or the two would to the worst possible punishment- put a chip in his brain. They would do that without putting him to sleep, so that he could feel the pain of his head being cut open, and having something put deep in his brain. And the worst part is that those two would just laugh at his cries, screams, and shouts.
Waking up in a cold sweat from a nightmare he had, he was happy to be up and be in the abandoned gas station. His nightmare was about the beginning of BL/IND. On an April Fool's day in 2013. To him, Dracs were just people trying to scare other people in Los Angeles, just for a prank. That was, until he got kidnapped by two. He was kidnapped and was with his father as well.
And then... he got shot right through the head by his own father. "Pathetic excuse of a son," was the last thing he heard in his dream before he woke up.
He was a pathetic excuse of a son. Heck! He was a pathetic excuse of a nineteen year old boy. Letting a bunch of goons killing the rest of his family, and letting him and his father get kidnapped to work in the hellhole of a corporation. They were forcing the both of them to take their pills, so that their lives could become "better". He didn't take the pills at all. He would pretend to take them by saying he would get water from the bathroom, then washing the pills down the drain, and act as if he was happy to be in that hellhole.
They would keep him locked up in a small little apartment that was all white. It felt like a room in a asylum or something. The only time he was out was when he had to work, or to talk to his father, who was changed. His father was changed from being a happy man to being a fucking monster. And the worst part was, his father would still call him "son" as if it still meant something.
Shaking his head from thinking about all of that, he sat up from his spot on the ground. A rat right was in his lap, making him him jump up and scream, standing up quickly and stomping his feet. "STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKER!" he yelled. He watched as the rat ran away, making the boy sigh. "Derek... you dumbfuck. It's just a fucking rat..." mumbled Derek.
Derek looked around the gas station, still remembering his nightmare he had. Maybe sleeping in an abandoned gas station was what gave him it. Or he was getting closer to her. Derle the bent over and picked up his flashlight and ray gun from the tiled ground, walking out of the building.
The sun was very bright for it was morning, and he HATED it. Maybe because he had to live in a apartment that was all white. He hated that color so much, and he was wearing it. At least it was dirty though, so it didn't blind him.
Derek scanned the open desert with his brown eyes, shielding his face from the sun with his left hand. "So I was going east to come to the gas station... so now I have to go..." Derek jumped to face the right. "This way in order to get to Zone 5." Derek then started to walk north.
The desert was getting hotter every second. Derek was sweating and his brown hair was sticking on his face again. "Why do guys sweat so much?" he asked himself.
Derek walked for about an hour and finally.came across a sign. "Now entering Zone 5. Zone 6: 300 miles."
"Finally! The gate to Zone 5! Now I just need to walk 300 fucking more miles until I get to Zone 6!" Derek said, cheerfully. He continued to walk along, every step taking him closer to his destination.
"Missile... you're ten. You'll grow boobs soon enough. You don't have to take my bras," I said to the ten year old, running a hand through my rainbow hair.
Missile just put away my polka dotted bra away, giving me her puppy dog face, her brown eyes giving me the innocent look. "I just want boobs!" she shouted. "Why are your boobs big and mine are just cardboard?"
"Missile. I'm nineteen so of course mine are this big. You'll develop soon. Just wait until you pee blood. Soon enough, your boobies will grow."
Missile's face had disgusted all over it. "Peeing... blood? EW!" And then she ran out of my room, screaming.
I laughed and sat down on my bed, Radio Harlequin walking into my room, laughing as well from seeing the screaming ten year old. "Did you tell her about peeing blood?" she asked.
"Yes I did!"
"Shadow, you are evil."
"At least I didn't tell her about having to deal with..."
"Oh gosh! Just stop!" Radio said, raising her pink gloved hands. "By the way, Party said he wanted everyone up in the diner. Something... important."
"Okay. I'll be up in a few." I watched as the short girl walked out of my room. I then got off my bed and looked under it, trying to find my red boots. When I found them, I put them on and zipped them up, walking up to the diner.
Since it was morning, there was the smell of real food in the air. Spike was on the floor, gnawing on a bone. Nightmare Fuel was making breakfast for everyone with Syanide Skull. And everyone else was sitting in the long booth we had. I sat in the booth next to Ghoul, thanking God I was close to the edge so I could leave as soon as this important meeting was done.
Fuel and Skull put the food on the table, sitting down afterwards. There was pancakes, hash browns, eggs, bacon, and coffee. At least we have the two finest chefs in the group, other wise we would be stuck eating Power Pup.
While everyone else grabbed as much as they could, I only grabbed one pancake and a piece of bacon, and that was it. I wasn't that hungry. I was never really hungry in fact. It's just something since I was fifteen. I only eat a little bit and that's it. Everyone in the group would try to make me eat more, but I just ignore them. At least I do eat. That should mean something.
Once everyone was done eating, Party took a sip of coffee and spoke. "So... on the news this morning, they said something about someone running away from the Battery City area," he said.
Everyone looked at each other. "Is that why patrol was out?" Ghoul asked.
"No..." I replied, sarcastically. "Of course that's why they were out."
"Jeez... someone is on their time of month."
I looked at him and saw Missile throught the corner of my eye, shivering. "Pee blood." she whispered.
I looked at Party. "Was there a picture of the person?"
"Yeah." replied Jack of Hearts. "Party paused the TV when they had a picture."
"Well... lets see it!"
We all rushed down the stairs to base quickly, leaving Spike up in the diner in case someone came. We wanted to see the picture as soon as possible. Once we reached the TV, Party turned it on. There was a picture of a boy.
He seemed to be about my age. He had shaggy brown hair that was messy, like a bed head kind of messy. His eyes were brown and he had pale skin. He was also in all white.
I felt my stomach churn. I had another feeling like the one before. "Who is he?" I asked, gripping my stomach from the pain. I felt like I was going to explode.
"Don't know. There was no name." said Kobra, looking at me and realizing that I was holding my stomach. "You okay, Shadow?"
"I'm fine." I looked at the picture more closely. "It's just... I feel like I know him." Where have I seen this boy before? That's when my hands started to shake. "It can't be..." I jumped as I heard Spike bark from upstairs. Everyone else did too.
We all rushed to get back up, grabbing our ray guns as we went through the long hall of our weapons. Once we were up in the diner, we saw Spike growling and barking viciously at the door. Someone was banging on it, and it didn't seem like it was from someone nice.
What the Killjoys didn't know was that the boy on the TV was out there, banging on the diner doors. Derek kept on banging, not even caring that there was a dog behind there. Finally, Derek kicked down the doors, not expecting what would happen next.
Talk about a good morning.
Now, here is my deal. I will update this tomorrow quickly, if I get at least five reviews and a few rates. I also drew my killjoy in anime: http://m1148.photobucket.com/albumview/albums/Jazzywazherexx/IMG_20130412_190006_zpsc96cf5b9.jpg.html?newest=1 I'm going to put all of our killjoys in one huge poster, and my killjoy is just the start of it. Spike will be in there too, and I might put the MCR boys. I don't know yet. Okay! R&R my pretties!