BLASTER(A killjoy Fanfic/ Party Poison)

Chapter 3

I help her put her half of the groceries in the pantry as she explained how she couldn't find it. "It's the red and black striped thing on the motorcycle." I said. She looked at me and replied "Oh... well I'm an idiot." I laughed and finished putting everything away. "So how has your day been" Cyanide asked.

"Oh well, I went drac hunting and apparently saved the Fabulous 4 again... UGH They are so irresponsible they almost got there leader killed" I sat on the couch in the living area. "Hey being the Savior is really hard. I mean if everyone knew about you then there would be more trouble than before and Korse would personally search and kill you" Cyanide rubbed my head. She is the one of the few people that know my secret and she keeps her mouth shut so I know I can trust her. "Yeah being the Savior sucks and rules at the same time because 1: I am considered the best by all, even if no one knew and 2: Guys always try and protect me even though I'm a better shot. It gets annoying after a while.

"I just hope they don't find our base" Cyanide sat up and went upstairs. Our base used to be Cyanides house, but then when BL showed up her parents left to move to the city leaving a 14 year old Cyanide all by herself. Then she met me at age 16, she was a good shot but her strength was terrible. She could only lift 30 pounds at age 16 but now she could lift 100 pounds no problem. In the last couple of years we have become best friends and wing womens.

"Hey Rose." Cyanide called from upstairs. "Yeah, What's up" I called back. I heard 3 knocks from above me. That meant incoming dracs. I bolted up grabbed my gun and pulled all the shutters close. I ducked beneath a windowsill and watched for which way they were coming. Everything in the house was suddenly deadly quiet then I heard it. I heard a slight humming coming from my right. I positioned myself from the actual window and moved towards the kitchen. With a bit more cover I might be able to shoot their tires while being open from the left side. I looked at the horizon it was almost 6 from what I could tell, and the sun was setting fast. I smiled and knocked quietly 5 times. Which meant sundown. I've realized that at the sun goes down Dracs become less active. It's like they are huge plants or something. But what I couldn't wrap my head around was why they were out in Zone 6. Zone 6 is the largest Zone for absolutely nothing. It's so deserted that no Killjoy even lives there, that's why I was lucky to meet Cyanide. Her place is right smack-dab in the middle of nowhere.

I watched 3 cars creeping up the road, closer and closer to their doom. I fired the first shot. It hit the front tire and it didn't do much damage. I shot the driver and there left back tire. Cyanide hit the driver of the first car and it spun out of control The second car stopped and Dracs were getting out. Some were trying to find cover, some were going to check on the 1st and 3rd cars, and others were just shooting random bushes. I don't blame them, shots coming from a house a thousand yards away would seem unlikely. I snickered and looked through the binoculars and shot a couple of the dracs hiding, while Cyanide shot the gas tank of the 2nd car and blew it up. So many body parts flew I didn't even know if any dracs remained, but a couple came out of the 1st car looking a little stable but still shooting at nothing. With Cyanide's help we finished off the remaining Dracs. After a good couple of minutes of celebration we walked to the 1st and 3rd car to get gasoline. The 1st car didn't have much because most of it spilled but the 3rd car was bursting with gas. I guessed it would take care of us for a good month before we had to go get more. We were walking back when we heard a car, just like the others. A quiet hum pierced the air and struck us with slight fear. We rushed back to the house Cyanide burst through the door with the gasoline to hide it. I was close behind but not close enough. They saw me and began to try to shoot me. I cursed and ran around the corner, looking for some form of cover. There was a balcony that I could jump to but that would be bad. Sure one advantage while double the problem. 1 if I could jump it so can they, 2. If I was higher they could surround me on to here drawing them inside and that's the last thing I need. I sighed and ran to a thick bush. I heard car doors open and close. The Dracs seemed to be thinking for once, unless they weren't Dracs. That thought scared me more. If they were Scarecrows then I was screwed no matter what. I looked around the corner and saw my hated opponents. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S/.

Scarecrows are like the leaders of Dracs, or foot soldiers, Scarecrows were actual humans that hated us, Killjoys, even some captured Killjoys turn into Scarecrows, even if they loved us and Dr. Deathdefying, they will still turn you somehow. Before I met Cyanide Bomb, I had a sister to look after but during a battle they took her and that was the last I ever saw of her. A year later I was in a fight with the same Dracs that took her and I was informed that they tortured her and turned her into a Scarecrow. That Scarecrow died months ago according to the drac that I had captured. That night I wept for her the morning next my hatred towards BL/inds. had doubled.