the fabulous five (mikey way)

chapter one

my long hair flew out behind me in streaks of red and black as I.crused in my convertible Trans am, the explosion design once painted on it now faded. that's my signature piece, explosions, where the blasta came from.

I turn my head, eyeing the convey of dracs that were tracking me. I smile and swerve, my engine silencing as I stop at the side of the road, pulling out my stolen Ray gun and and diving into the thorned bushes that line the cracked desert road . I watch as the. 3 dracs speed toward me. just at the perfect time, I hit each of the cars' fuel tanks, watching as they leave a trail of the stinking liquid behind them, and stopping a few hundred meters up the road when the fuel has run out. I pull out my lighter, set some dry plantation on fire and drop it into the trails, smirking as the cars And dracs go up.

I.hear the hum of an engine and the slam of a door and footsteps behind me. I turn and see a short guy, tatoos lining his arms and neck, his hair hanging down to his chin.

"fun ghoul" I breath. I've been looking for theese guys for months, who else will help me destroy BL/ind?

"blasta revenge" he says with a wiry smile. BL/ind

hate me. I'm their biggest threat, so they constantly track me. I nod at the shorter killjoy and jump into my trans am. I line up level with him.

"last one back has to eat a whole spoonful of sand" I shout over my loud engine and ghoul smirks.

"three" I shout over the engines.

"two" ghoul hollers

"one" I cry out.

"go motherfucker" ghoul shouted and I hit the accelerator, kicking up a cloud of dust around me and him. he knows this part of cali better than me and pulls off down a tunnel and I follow, scowling at the

BL/ind logos. FG has slid off of the road and is slowly bumping along the rough terrain and I take this as an opportunity to pull into the base. I slam out of my car and saunter in.

"party" I call out to the killjoy, who has his back to me. I take the silk strip from around my eyes, it's like a more sophisticated superhero mask. he turns and smiles.

"blasta. how's things?" he says, as I sit in the booth with him.

"good and bad. I just got out of scarecrow" I.shivered at the memory, the cold clinical atmosphere, endless pristine corridors and the insertion of drugs. the pain.

"good because you got out?" says ghoul as he slides in next to me.

"good because I observed. I know ever weakness, every floor in the system. I know everything they don't want us to know. I also know that they've been planning an attack on you guys. in five days. I would run" they sit, drinking in the information. that's when jet star strolls in after target practice.

"where's kobra?" questions party, ever caring for his younger sibling.

jet snorts in amusement. "someone" jet looks at ghoul "spiked his coffee. he's wandering the warehouse looking for a bloody unicorn" it's at this point kobra wobbles in.

"geeee I can't find my uuuunicorn" he cries out, dropping into party's lap. he rolls his eyes and drags his younger brother upstairs.

"I'll show you to your room" states fro and walks out, gesturing for me to follow. I see party drag mikey into the room next to mine. I can hear their conversation through the walls.

"buuut gee"

"mikey there are no unicorns outside."

"but I can hear them"