I slipped into the front seat of the Trans-America. Kobra sat in the back between Fun Ghoul and Jet Star. “Where are we goin’?” he asked.
Party Poison sighed as he hit the gas pedal with a vengeance. The tires squealed as they tried to get a grip on the ground. We lurched forward at about warp speed! “To the diner. Show Pony should be there right about now. He wanted to see us.”
Fun Ghoul leaned forward. “For what?”
“For the banned record that we found last week.”
“What music is on it again?” Jet Star asked.
“I still haven’t figured out the picture; it’s too faded. So I don’t know,” Party Poison shrugged.
Kobra Kid piped up, “Let’s see what the lady thinks about it. Here ya go, Massacre.” He handed me the record.
“Oh. Um…” I frowned at the faded… ‘picture,’ if you could still call it that.
“So whatcha make of it?” Fun Ghoul questioned.
I studied it intently. Something about the shape of the picture seemed very familiar. I brought the record extremely close to my face and squinted. “Do you guys know whose music this is?”
Kobra Kid sighed unhappily, “Nah we can’t make out the lettering or the picture. They’re too faded. Plus we don’t have anything to play a record on. Why?”
“…The Beatles..” I whispered.
Fun Ghoul snapped his fingers. “AHA! Of course!” He yelled happily.
“Wait a second you guys,” Party Poison began, “That’s amazing that you figured this out, Massacre.. But we were all fans of the classics before this, and even we couldn’t make out the picture. Also… It’s 2019. The Beatles used to be classic rock, but now they’re…Ancient. I doubt you’ve even heard any of their music. So how did you…?”
I turned away from him quickly as a stray tear trickled down my cheek from my left eye. I wiped it away quickly. “Massacre Maze, you are a killjoy and you will therefore stop acting like such a BABY!” I thought to myself.
“Party! You made her cry!” whined Kobra, “You’re mean! Asshole! Child hater!”
Party glanced over at me nervously. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…Doubt your intelligence or call you stupid or anything. I was just curious, is all.”
“It’s not that…It’s just… Fire Star…He wears a shirt that has this picture and logo on it…” I spoke quietly.
“That’s cool! Maybe when we find him we can finally see the full picture!” Fun Ghoul grinned. His grin was lethally contagious. I couldn’t help but return it.
“Wait. You guys are gonna help me find Fire?!” I asked, taken aback.
Kobra Kid snorted. “Well, yeah!”
“Of course we will,” Jet Star gave me a reassuring smile, “Right Party?”
“I was already planning on it,” Party announced proudly, “Because Massacre Maze is right. There’s a slight chance that he is alive, and therefore we shall believe so until proved otherwise.”
“Who are you? Sir Gerard The Fifth?” Kobra Kid laughed, “Stop talkin’ so proper. ‘Therefore we shall believe so until proved otherwise’.” Fun Ghoul and Jet Star sniggered.
“Well please do excuse me, good sir, for not being barbaric,” Party Poison retorted with a bad British accent. The others laughed. But not me. I was still thinking about Fire Star.
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Faith Is Unavailable
Teen Fiction"The Dracs are closing in, and my team and I don't have much time. I'm Massacre Maze." By 'team', Massacre Maze means her tight-knit group/makeshift killjoy family that consists of three teenage boys (Fire Star, Switchblade, and Flash Thief) and he...
