Wanted By The Killjoys

Chapter 2

2019 present year

Midnight Alchemy-

I woke up with a start from the dream. I rubbed my tired eyes to find tears. I looked at my now damp pale hand and scoffed. "It was just a memory. That's all it was!" I told myself. I was only 13 when that happened and my Joey was 18. I sat up and stretched and let out a loud yawn. My blue hair an absolute mess and sticking up all over the place.

I got up and went to the little kitchen for breakfast, if you call dog food breakfast. I sat down on a wooden bench, picked up my dagger, and opened the can of power pup and chowed down. After years of eating this crap I've grown to get use to the rancid flavor. I got about halfway done when someone knocked on my door.

The place I had taken shelter in was a very small abandoned church. They had all those wooden benches but I got rid of the all except for one, just for sitting. The church was in zone 5 and hidden behind hills, so who could be way out here? It can't be a drac, they're too far gone from their own heads to find this place.

Grabbing one of my ray guns from behind the flimsy mattress, I took it off the safety and hid behind the bench and waiting to see who was there. This was one of the two ray guns I had taken from those two dracs that day seven years ago. I painted over them since. The wooden door creeped open and some teenage boy walked in.

He had shaggy white hair that reached his jaw. His mask was orange with a purple line running down the right side and over the eyehole. His jacket was made of wool and didn't have sleeves and was a very dark green, almost black, his sleeves to his bright yellow shirt just barley went passed his elbows, leaving the tan skin of his skinny lower arms exposed.

His jeans were a light blue with large holes so you could see his boney knees and finally he wore all black converse. He stepped in further examining MY home. He was holding his orange ray gun lazily at his side. I aimed my blue one and shot his right out of his hand. "WHOA!" He shrieked, jumping from the sudden blast.

I finally stood up from my hiding spot and kept my ray gun pointed at him. "Who are you?!" I barked. "Holy crap! A female killjoy!" His high premature voice spoke in awe. I rolled my golden eyes and scoffed. "Answer me you little brat!" I sneered through clenched teeth. He held his hands on either side of his head and smirked.

"Calm your tits lady! My name's Ghost Accumulator!" He said. "Why are you here?" I asked. He scuffed and rolled his bright green eyes. "I was just looking for shelter." He replied. I sighed and lowered my gun. "Sorry, but this place is taken, now leave." I ordered. "Well if I can't can't shelter here then can I take shelter between your legs?

If you know what I mean?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrow. Who does this little fuckboy think he is?! He's know different than other male Killjoys. An absolute sleaze bag! I angrily stormed over to him, grabbed him by his ear and yanked him back outside. "OW OW OW! LET GO OF ME BITCH!" He squealed.

"Beat it kid! You're way too young for me anyways! Now go back home! You're parents are probably worried about you!" I sassed before shoving him down in the sand. He rubbed his ear and stood up. "I'll have you know that I live by myself by own rules! Nobody tells Ghost Accumulator what to do!" He shouted, throwing his arms up.

I rolled my eyes and groaned. This little brat's got a big ego that's gonna get him killed. "Get the fuck away from my base before I ghost you!" I threatened, aiming my ray gun to his head. "Tch, whatever! But your sweet ass is missing out!" He scoffed. I swung my hand vertical and back handed him across his face. "OW! Alright! Jeez! I'll go!" He cried.

He picked up his now broken ray gun and ran for the hills that hid my base. I walked back inside and slammed my door shut. I plopped down on the bench and picked up my power pup again. That kid was really young looking. He had to be like 13 or 14. He sounds like he hasn't even hit puberty yet. He was shorter than me and really scrawny.

Little jackass! Running around hitting on every woman he sees. Though, it's hard to blame him since all I'm wearing his my black Highway To He'll t-shirt and blue underwear. Heh, ironic, I'm in what used to be a church and I'm where an AC/DC shirt that says Highway To Hell. Honestly, I feel kind of bad for that Ghost Accumulator kid.

There aren't many female Killjoys or any females around anywhere, and the only ones that are around for him to hit on are much older than him. Oh well. Sucks to be him, he's not my problem. I finished my disgusting breakfast and got dressed, picked up my radio and headed out. Time to do what I do best. Slaughtering dracs and rescuing poor sappy excuses for Killjoys who can't save themselves.