Nobody knows who she is. Nobody knows her true identity. Not even Dr. Death Defying, that is why he has sent literally every killjoy on a mission to find her and bring her to him. Ironic isn't it? To be a Killjoy and be wanted by other Killjoys. Mos...
"Get back in the car!" I half barked at my team and they scurried back into the Trans-Am. I jumped into the drivers seat through the window and sped off and searched for the motorcycle the dracs came in on. I adjusted my mask and scanned the hot sand in front of me with my ray gun held tightly by me. "See them anywhere?" I asked everyone.
"Nothing yet." Said Ghoul. "I don't see the bike either." Jet spoke up. "Shit, nope." Said Kobra. "Damn it!" I hissed. We circled around until we came up to a comic book store in zone four. "We'll get me next time!" Ghoul said, patting my shoulder in attempt to cheer me up. I sighed and parked the car. We never miss a firefight!
We've never arrived late! And what's worse is we let two dracs get away! "DAMN IT! FUCK!" I screamed, punching the dashboard and slamming my head on the steering wheel. "Dude, come on. Let's go get some new comics." Said Kobra. He was already out of the car and tugging my sleeve trying to get me out. I nodded and finally got out.
I slammed the door shut and everyone followed me inside the store. "Welcome back Fabulous Four!" Said Steam Engine, the owner of the comic book store. A 22 year old killjoy with pin straight black hair that went passed his shoulders with platinum and blonde highlights everywhere and was spiked up in the back.
He wore goggles on top of his head, wore blue eye shadow and black eyeliner. He wore two necklaces. One was a star, the other a backward dollar sign. His shirt was shiny blue with fish net sleeves and gloves and he wore black skinny jeans and convers. "Hey Steam." We all greeting.
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"So what ya got for us today?" I asked, leaning forward on the counter. "Dude, you're gonna love this!" Steam says. He reaches from under the counter and lifts up a large box and plops it down on the counter. "Ok, so I got the entire first volume of Star Wars, some Green Lantern, Tom And Jerry, Batman, Dr. Strange, oh, and you're love this, the very first issue of Wolverine!"
Steam Engine beamed. My eyes widened as I stared in awe at them all. "I've got all sorts of DC comics and Marvel and Dark Horse. Help yourselves boys!" He said. On que all four of us started digging through the comics and looking to see what else he had. "Dude, how much of the Wolverine comic?" Kobra asked.
"Given that it's the very first issue ever made, 300 carbons." Steam replied. We sighed and groaned. None of us had that much, not even if we put all our carbons together. Just then we heard an explosion from outside. "The fuck was that?!" Ghoul shouted. I grabbed my gun and bolted outside.
