Massacre Maze’s P.O.V.
The blue blur of a person began shouting, “Hey Killjoys, it’s Show-” the person slipped on the water that Kobra had made me spill on the floor, and fell onto the counter, knocking into me. I tried to steady myself, but only succeeded in falling backwards onto Kobra, who fell onto Fun Ghoul. I quickly stood up.
Everyone was silent for a second. They stared at us, wide-eyed. Then Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and I burst out into hysterical fits of laughter. Once the laughter died down, the person, or rather, guy, who knocked into me took off his helmet and looked at me strangely. Which I thought was funny, since he was the one wearing roller skates, polka dotted tights, a thong over the tights, a cut off shirt, a helmet, and had greasy black hair.
We stood like that for the longest time, just staring at each other. I was staring because he was staring. And he was staring because…He’s weird.
“Show Pony, cut it out,” Jet Star spoke up.
“Hmm….” Show Pony bent down to look me in the eye and I took a step back.
I quickly regained my composure though, and planted my right foot in front of my left. I smirked defiantly and said, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
Show Pony just took a step back and giggled. “If only I had a camera. I like this one, you guys! She’s got spirit! And now who is she?”
“Massacre Maze,” I answered casually.
“I see,” Show Pony grinned and shook around his greasy, sweaty, black hair. Some of it clung to his face. I felt kind’ve sorry for him. He looked like he wore that helmet the entire way here, and who knows how far that was?
Fun Ghoul stepped forward, holding the record proudly. “Did ya come for this?”
Giggling, Show Pony waved a hand like a diva. “How’d you know? Now who’s music is on this?”
“The Beatles!” Kobra Kid grinned madly. “Massacre over here figured it out!”
Party Poison stood up from his seat in a booth. “Alright. Well…Show Pony.. Can I talk to you outside before you go?” He added quickly, “In private.”
“Why of course!” Show Pony giggled and very slowly and carefully made his way out the door.
Following, Party Poison hopped over the puddle, but slipped on the very edge of it. Fun Ghoul stifled a laugh. Kobra wasn’t so lucky. He chuckled loudly.
“Behave,” Party Poison pointed at Jet Star jokingly and opened the door. He looked over his shoulder. “Oh, and Kobra? Wipe up that water if you get a chance, would ya? After all, it’s your fault it was spilled.”
Fun Ghoul and Jet Star snickered when Party Poison vanished around the side of the building.
“….Why do I have to clean it up?” complained Kobra.
“Aw, shut up! I’ll do it if you’ll just stop acting like such a baby! You’re Kobra KID not Kobra BABY,” I rolled my eyes at him while I searched around for some paper towels.
“Aha!” I exclaimed when I found some under the sink. I quickly soaked up the water and set the wet paper towels in the non-working sink.
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Party Poison’s P.O.V.
“So what do you need?” Show Pony asked me. I sighed.
“Massacre Maze…She’s kind’ve a new addition to our team. She’s trying to find this guy named Fire Star. I have reason to believe that he’s still alive. But not for long. And so I decided to start at any new reports of odd behavior on BL/ind’s part. Did they take any male prisoners lately, and when were these prisoners taken, stuff like that. Could you get Doctor D. on it for us and you guys can get back to us on this?”
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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...
