The Magnificent Killjoys

The Magnificent Killjoys Chapter 1

The BL/ind. convoy neared towards the dusty border into Zone 4. The convoy consisted of 3 trucks, each carrying 6 Draculoids within. In the center truck was a representative of the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W Unit. Scarecrow was indeed the minds behind the convoy, however Korse had decided against the entire unit taking part in the exercise.
Korse was very aware of the danger the convey would be in, even with 19 heads to count for. The convoy was meant as little more than a test- an experiment. While the Killjoys lead by Party Poison were busy chasing after the decoy of himself all the way in Zone 6, a new threat had emerged closer to Battery City.
A group of roughly no more than 6 or 7 wannabe Killjoys - merely kids, had found a way to cause immense damage to the Draculoids targeting capabilities over the less couple months. During the initial few weeks of this new happening, it had simply been overlooked as perhaps a distraction from duties. All Draculoids affected in those weeks had been terminated, as was protocol with any who disobeyed commands.
However as time progressed, it slowly became apparent that there was a more complex issue at hand. This was where The S/CA/R/E/C/R/O/W Unit came into the picture. It was their current task to discern the identities of the new band of rebels and dispel of them, but not before discovering just how they were able to affect the Draculoids in the way they have been.
Korse quickly glanced to the clock in his office in Battery City. It was verging on nightfall. He was controlling the convoy through a live feed on the wall. He was BL/ind's best sharpshooter. Even a miniscule potentiality that his own ability may be affected was more than he was willing to gamble with. Better Living was notorious for the harsh nature in which they dealt with situation such as that.
'Those kids should be moving in position by now. I doubt they'd pass up an opportunity like this.' Korse muttered to himself as he settled into his high backed office chair. 'Let the show begin soon.'
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Hidden away in the crevices of a small outcrop viewing the old highway ahead, the group of Killjoys awaited the oncoming convoy as it approached. They were about 2 or 3 miles out still, but it was time to prepare. The band of misfits were all of different ages and outfits. Andrenaline Revolution was the ring leader of the small party. Her clothing was a mixture of black and purple, with military aspects popping up every now and again. There was a certain amount of painful emotion in her style of dress, which perhaps made up for the lack of emotion in her personality. She carefully moved a sharp rock away from her jeaned legs before she turned to the others.
'They're about a couple miles out now. You've got the rocket ready I hope, Butterfly?' Her voice was as much commanding as it was soft in the growing night air. Black Butterfly was second in command, and very much the military type. She wore black leather pants and black and grey combat boots. As a more expressive person as well as one for tinkering and engineering, Butterfly had managed to put together a rocket which she was very proud of.
The two girls were the two oldest as well as the two most knowledgeable with strategy and warfare. The others in the group either just wanted action or held an immense amount of hatred towards BL/ind. As well as Andrenaline Revolution and Black Butterfly, there was Nights Star, with her bright red hair and black ripped jeans. She was a more inner focused person but worked well with the rest of the group.
Hidden Blades was another valued member of the group. With her crimson hair, white mask and black jacket with her purple emblem on the back, she made for quite the fighter. She had blades hidden in every place you could think of, and more. Subsequently, she had scars on nearly every part of her body, yet that simply added to her aesthetic.
The last member of the current group was Romantic Glitch. She was the trouble maker of the group. Glitch was incredibly stubborn at every opportunity and even sassier. With jet black hair and light blue eyes, she made quite the impression. Many boys and quite a number of girls had been entranced by her figure through the past. All of these people have each received their share of sassy denials and broken hearts as piercing as her eyes.
Romantic Glitch was the communications expert when the killjoys went on mission such as the one they were going on, as well as the music provider when they were simply enjoying themselves. She was the niece of Dr Death Defying, and had learned a lot about radios as she was growing up and had developed an excellent music taste. She loved the band from back before she was born called My Chemical Romance. When she was growing up she could've sworn she had met them at her uncle's place. But he had denied it and said it was just Party Poison and the rest of the Killjoys.
The BL/ind. convoy was in range of Black Butterfly's rocket now. The rest had gotten into position around where the convey would be stopped, with Hidden Blades behind some salt bushes next to the road, and the others ready with their ray guns aimed at the road. Butterfly allowed herself giggle. Despite the stealthy requirements of the situation. She knew exactly what her rocket was going to do to the Draculoids and those in the convoy didn't have a clue. Andrenaline Revolution gave the signal to her allowing her to fire. The coming minutes were going to be an absolute laugh in the most murderous of ways. If only she had a phone from Battery City she could record it on.