Remember Me

Chapter one

The wind blew my electric blue hair into my eyes as I stood in the hot desert. Across from me was a group of Dracs, all pointing their Ray Guns at me. I held up my hands, as if I was surrendering. They came towards me, falling for my trap. As soon as 6 or 7 of them were close to me, my hands flew to two Ray Guns and shot as many as I could before I allowed my legs to carry me as far as possible. I looked back, and realised I had somehow managed to shoot them all.

A grin spread across my face as I saw the old, rotten shack I had been calling my home for a month. It was pretty grim in there; mold went up the walls, the bed was filthy and all the windows (except the one I had to break so I could actually see) were boarded up. But it was better than staying out in the desert, I guess.

BL/ind™ had taken over America, but people were starting to stand up to them. The most famous of these rebels- The Fabulous Killjoys - were the first people ever to stand up to them, and soon after, more and more people became outcasts; we all became Killjoys.

Of course, BL/ind™ didn't want this, so they did everything they could to capture- and kill- each and every one of us.

Me? I'm a Killjoy, and I have been since Korse, the leader of BL/ind™, personally killed my mother and my brother.

He did it in the worst way possible; slitting their throats and making them bleed to death. He had me gagged and tied up, forcing me to watch what happens to people who refuse to take their pills.

I shook my head, trying to focus on something else. I looked at the mirror, noticing that my clothes were manky as fuck; dust and sand stained my, once black, ripped skinny jeans; rips had appeared in my, now blood stained, purple tee-shirt, showing dirty wounds that needed to be cleaned and covered; my black Converse high-tops had faded to a dirty grey colour. All in all, I needed to wash my clothes.

My face wasn't much more presentable than my clothes; my electric blue hair sat stubbornly straight on my head; another cut across my mouth, making me look like I had been attacked by a cat; my eyes-which were the same colour as my hair- were bordered by heavy black eyeliner. My eyeliner had smudged, and since there were no mirrors in the desert, I put it on blindly (I had to teach myself to apply this eye make up; my parents didn't support boys wearing anything girly or "female only", so it probably wouldn't have looked any better if I had a mirror.) These were the clothes I had been wearing since I became a Killjoy, and they were the only things I had.

My Ray Gun was boring and white, mainly due to the fact I had stolen it from the first Draculoid I had ever had the pleasure of killing. I really needed to decorate it, because blandness was one of the few things I can't stand. That's right; I can deal with being shot at from 10 different places at once, but put me in a room where there's nothing on the walls and I'll go insane.

I like colour, I like expression, and most of all, I like uniqueness. That's why I hate the Dracs. They're all the same, they all think the same.

A sudden crash distracted me from my thoughts, making me return harshly to reality. I grabbed my gun, all set out for a Firefight, when I heard two voices.

"Shit! I think someone's already taken this hiding place, Sunshine." A female voice exclaimed. I stood still, eyebrow raised, as if daring them to come further into my home.

"Chill, Petal. I'm sure no one is here. It looks pretty disgusting, so people probably avoid it at all costs." Another girl, probably 'Sunshine" replied, with a laugh.

This seriously pissed me off. I mean, sure, it wasn't the cleanest of places, there was no water or electricity and there was nowhere to um... do your 'business', but this was my home god damn it! If they thought they could barge in here and insult my household, then they were certainly mistaken!

Slowly, I crept towards the voices. With my gun raised, I revealed myself to the two girls.

One stood proud and mighty, blonde and beautiful. Her hair came down to her chest and was wavy - the complete opposite of mine. Her eyes were startlingly big - though I think that might have been because of the huge amounts of mascara she had on. The clothes she wore were... interesting to say the least... On her long legs she had pink jeans, which were, somehow, almost completely clean. The top half of her was covered by a tank top, which (unsurprisingly) was pink as well. She had a turquoise jacket on, which just amplified the... pinkness of her clothes.

The other sat, smirking at me, as if she had fucking moved in. Her bright orange hair was pulled away from her face in a tight pony tail. This girl had clothes on that looked like they had come from her older brother. Her trousers were faded baggy jeans, which were held up by a worn-down belt. The top she had one wasn't much better. It was baggy, faded and shapeless. If I hadn't heard her voice, I would've thought she was a guy. Okay so maybe that was a bit harsh, but I had assumed by the look on her face that she was this "Sunshine" bitch.

"Get the fuck out of my house." I growled at them, well, her, but it was directed at both of them!

"And what if we don't?" The ginger tested.

"Sunshine, shut up! She's got a Ray Gun!" Blondie hissed at her. I liked her... she had... attitude.

"I'm Electric Petal and this is Adrenalin Sunshine." Electric Petal stated, reaching her hand out for me to shake. I firmly took it.

"Noise Revolver." I replied, smiling slightly. So, these two were Killjoys... Interesting...

Petal grinned at me, and apoligised for Sunshine's behavior.

"She's not good with new people," She explained to me. "Just give her a chance and she's really nice!"

Grimacing, my eyes darted towards her, noticing that she looked slightly bummed out.

"What's the matter dude?" I asked, trying to be nice. She's a Killjoy, it would be best not to be bitchy back... I might even make a friend. I mentally scowled at that idea.

"Nothing." Her blunt voice killed every thought I had about being her friend. So much for that...

"Fine, if you're gunna be like that, piss off." My voice sharply ordered. Adrenalin was shocked by that, and stayed quiet.

"I haven't met any other Killjoys yet... Do you have others?" the hope in my voice was annoyingly obvious.

"We do! You should totally come with us to meet them! You'll love them, I bet!" Petals happy voice filled the room.

"Okay... I'd say I need to pack but I haven't got anything except for the clothes on my back." I frowned slightly. Probably shouldn't have said that... now they'll think I'm looking for pity. Great.

"Oh... Well then you absolutely need to come with us!" Electric Petal all but squeaked. She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my shelter, calling for Adrenalin to come with us. God, this girl was enthusiastic.

It was like she was hyped up on... damn... what were those sweets called? The ones that were rainbow...

Skittles!

------------------ AUTHORS NOTE----------------

Hey guys!

Yeah, it's me, I'm back from the dead o.o

I recently had loads of issues and stuff, but I really want to get back into writing. This is a story that I believe in, and I really want it to work.

I don't know if I will continue the way I wanted to when I first started (all those years ago), but I definitely want to get back to writing.

So, here is the first instalment of Remember Me, nicely edited.

I hope you guys still want to follow what I'm doing, because I really enjoy dong this stuff.

Anyway, thank you for reading.

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Sincerely, Lou x