Foolish Heart //Danger Days//

5. City Girl, What Happened?

"Drinking out
Pacifier
Sinking soul
There you are
Doesn't make side to
But it won't be long
Cause kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say no to."

::Kids With Guns- Gorillaz::

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              I changed my mind, I loved the Killjoy's clothes. I examined myself in a partially broken  mirror in the corner of Party's bedroom, taking in all the new colours of my outfit.

"It belonged to an old Killjoy, Karma Revolution. She got ghosted a while back."

"What does that mean?" I asked Party, who stood behind me in the mirror.

"Korse killed her. But that was a long time ago. I met her once."

The outfit was simple, but still eye-catching. It consisted of white jean shorts that were frayed at the end, a navy blue bomber jacket with white accents, and a pair of black combat boots.

"Now, don't get used to that outfit, Freia, You're no Killjoy." Party warned me. I scoffed.

"Like I'd ever be." I strolled out of Party's shack. It was where he lived, which was kind of depressing since, you know, it was a shack.

"Thanks again for the clothes!" I called behind me as I walked back to the diner. I opened the door to find Dylan running around with a green monster mask on his face. He skidded to a halt when he saw me.

"No way! Where didya get that outfit?"

"From Party. What on earth are you wearing?" I tilted my head.

"Every Killjoy has a mask. That's mine. I let him wear it." Ghoul strode over to me and my brother.

"I hope he hasn't been bothering you too much." I watched as my brother ran off, using his fingers as a gun.

"No, not at all. I'm enjoying the attention." Ghoul laughed.

"Listen up, Killjoys..."

A radio that sat on the counter began to speak.

"It's Dr. D!" Ghoul ran over to the radio.

"Looks like there's a brawl going down in Zone 3 with some Draculoids. We're gonna need all hands on deck for this one, so get geared up and roll out. Remember, Killjoys Never Die."

"What's happening?" I asked Ghoul.

"That was Dr. Death Defying. He runs a secret radio station for all of the rebels out in the Zones. He gives us all the news we need."

"So there's another fight?"

"You betcha." Ghoul smiled at the though of it. Then he turned to Dylan.

"Storm, go tell Party that we need to get down to Zone 3 ASAP."

Dylan nodded his head furiously and ran off to find the red haired leader.

"He really likes it here." I pondered aloud.

"He'd make a really great Killjoy." Ghoul admitted.

He was probably right, but was I ready to let Dylan get into this much trouble?

At least a minute had passed until Party burst into the diner, followed by Kobra and Jet.

"Freia, you ready to see what Dracs are really like?" He asked.

My heart pounded. I was about to go into my first fight.

I was ready. My arm was almost healed, and I've killed at least 3 Dracs already.

"Lets do this!"

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           Party drove as fast as he possibly could. Dylan sat on my lap in the front seat of Party's Trans AM, and Kobra, Jet and Ghoul crammed themselves into the back.

"Hurry, Poison! I don't want to miss the fight!" Dylan flailed his arms.

"Almost there..." Party responded, keeping his eyes straight on the road. Finally, the car skidded to a halt. Everybody jumped out immediately, leaving me and Dylan alone.

"I'm gonna go out there, okay?" I placed my brother down in the seat.

"No fair, can I come?" He begged.

"You're too young. Maybe next time."

Dylan huffed in frustration and sunk into the seat. I ran out to meet the rest of the group, only to find that there were more. At least ten other Killjoys were at the scene, shooting at the small army of Dracs. In that army was the man himself; Korse. I felt anger rise up inside of me. He knew where my parents were. I quickly reached for the stolen gun, and threw myself in with the rest of the fighting Killjoys.

"Freia, what are you doing?" Party hissed at me.

"Proving myself." I smirked. I began to shoot. I hit one Drac in the leg, and another right in the torso. I felt like a professional, dodging the opponents beams. I was free. I moved swiftly and fast. It seemed like all power was on my side.

Then it was over.

The Dracs retreated.

'No, come back, I wasn't done with you!'

A Killjoy let out a victory cry, and everyone started cheering.

"City girl? What are you doing here?" I felt Sugar Bomb's hand on my shoulder. I turned to face her, and couldn't help but feel satisfied at her shock.

"Jeez, three days in the Zones and you become a Killjoy. Nice hair." She smirked. I quickly rushed to brush out my hair with my fingers, remembering that I took out the tight bun.

"Thanks." I grinned.

"Freia!" Party called to me.

'Shit, was I in trouble?'

I slowly shuffled over to him.

"FREIA YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FIGHTING DRACS YOU CAN'T JUST GO INTO A FIGHT LIKE THAT UNPREPARED YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!" Party scolded. I was about to respond to his outburst until his lips turned into a huge grin.

"That was the most bad ass thing I've ever seen! I'm proud of you."

He then pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. Of course I hugged him back, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. After a elongated period of time, he let me go.

Party let out an awkward cough.

"Right then, lets get back to the diner."

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"HOLY SHIT FREIA THAT WAS SO COOL!" Jet Star wrapped his arm around my neck. I was smiling ear-to-ear. Fun Ghoul ran in, carrying Dylan on his back, who was cheering me on. Kobra Kid patted me on the back.

"Nice one, kid." He smirked.

This had to be the best day of my entire life.

'But wait, those were Draculoids. My entire life they've protected me.'

They wouldn't be protecting me anymore. Now, Korse saw me as a rebel. I was on his hit list, and I didn't care.