Make Some Noise! (A Killjoy FanFic) *ON HOLD/EDITING*

Chapter 1: LANGUAGE!

I was sitting down on the bike, and I was REALLY bored. So I decided I would pass the time in this desert by twirling my raygun around my finger. Which was really stupid of me, because I've done it before, and it cuts up your finger. In fact we all tried it, and had the matching scars to prove it. My gun is one of my babies. My bike, my mask, my bandana, and the sleeveless v-neck hoodie I wear are all my babies, my one of a kind creations.

My gun is charred a smokey grayish-black at the tip of the barrel (the result of shooting bright red beams of light) while the rest is covered in black and red, and the handle is jet black except the blood red trigger. The bike is black with bright yellow lightning bolts shooting down the gas tank. My bandana is camouflage with a bright red smiley face and white fangs painted on. My mask covers only the upper half of my face. The design is orange with black stitches running vertically over the eyes, with red around the stitches, and yellow around the eye holes. My shirt-hoodie-thing is black over a neon yellow tank top with red splats. I wear bright red skinnies and knee high black converses with it. My lower lip is pierced once on each side, near the corners, and I wear lip rings that look like black feathers.

My hair is pitch black, feathery, reaches the small of my back at a tip, and is usually in a braid or just there. I am only 4'15", or 5'3" in normal person speak. I've found that when I say I'm 4'15" people think I'm tall at first, then realize I'm short. I have black wing tattoos that start at my shoulder blades and end at my hips. My eyes are dark brown. I have scars that run vertically over my eye lids, exactly where the stitches are on my mask. But I will go into detail about that later.

Anyway, back to me being bored. Atomic Devil had just walked out of the abandoned diner in Zone 6 we had been living in for the past week. The place was in pretty good condition, considering that there was a bomb dropped in the next city over. The seats were a little worn, and all you could really find were cans upon cans of Power Pup, but still one of the best buildings left out here in the Zones. Devil sat down beside me, and pulled her black bandana, complete with green trim and purple spider, up around her face. The wind blowing across the dessert plains often causes a very sandy taste in your mouth if you aren't careful. "We have a mission straight from Dr. D, we need to bring more supplies into a diner in Zone 2. Dracs have been in the area a lot recently. The Killjoys there are running out of supplies, but the place is surrounded, and there are only four Killjoys there. We are to bring supplies, help rid the world of more Dracs, and overall kick some BLI/nd ass." "Language, Devil, language." "Come on, Flame and Monster are waiting for us. We need to leave, NOW! The situation is desperate." "Go get in the car, and have Monster come out here. She and I will take the bikes, you and Flame will take the Trans-Am. We will leave immediately." "Will do." "Let's go kick some ass." "LANGUAGE!"

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A/N: Hello people of Wattpad! It is my friend @XxGhostOfMeXx 's birthday today, so I figured I would try and get this first chapter up today. This is also why I am dedicating this chapter to her. She is Atomic Devil. I hoped you enjoyed this!

P.S.: The language thing is something Steve (Atomic Devil) started where she yells "LANGUAGE!" in our ears every time we curse. So I just wanted to explain that.