Brainwashed

     It was a decent afternoon; the sun shining, us Killjoys having fun. We were just about ready to eat our dinner.

     "Hey, Poison! Come over here a sec, I need to show you something!"

      I walked over to Jet Star, who was sitting by the jukebox scanning through the tunes.

      "What's up, Jet? Find a song you like?" I replied sarcastically. He's loved all those songs for probably a year now. If he found one that he would actually listen to the full song, it would be the end of the world. Oh wait. The Helium Wars already established that.

      "Well, I did find a song I think you would like. That is, if you stop making sarcastic comments."

      "Aw! You know I can't do that!" I laughed. "Let's see here; 'Bulletproof Heart'? That sounds interesting. Play it."

      He pressed play and the melodic sounds filled the Diner. Lyrics like 'Gravity don't mean too much to me' and 'this world is after me' sounded different than the other songs on there.

      We ended up having dog food. Again. It tastes so bad, yet that's about the only food we'll get. Then again, once you eat it over and over, you get used to the taste.

      "Hey Kobra! Fetch me something to drink, would ya?"

      Kobra Kid, unwillingly, opened the cabinet and got Fun Ghoul a beer.

      "Aw, thanks man! Trust me, I'll repay you somehow!"

       However, he's said this every time Kobra got a drink for him, and he's never done anything.

     "So where are we going from here? I mean, we're safest here, but we can't stay in this Diner forever," Kobra managed to say.

      He usually didn't get much time to say much of anything in our discussions, nonetheless start deciding what we should do. Missile Kid cut in.

      "You know, I think Kobra's right. We can't stay here forever, so why not take a stand? We have our guns, they have theirs. We have determination, which is something they lack. We're individuals, they're clones! We have to do something about this before they come hunting for us. We're already on the wanted list, why not make it fun?"

      Later that night, we took Missile and Kobra's advice and started towards Battery City. We could see the perfect buildings with the white lights clearing the road. We could also see the sign. The sign of Better Living Industries. We screeched to a stop in front of the building.

      "Come on, let's go!" I whispered.

      We crept along to the front doors, where we knocked out the guards without a sound. But, unfortunately, before we even touched the doors, sirens started to go off. We'd been spotted.

      "Aw, fuck! C'mon guys, move!" Ghoul started yelling.

      We ran along the side of the building until we came upon some back doors. We ran inside just as Dracuoids rounded the corner. We were silent for what seemed like an eternity. My heart was beating a million miles a minute. I live for this shit. Finally Jet Star cracked open the door.

      "It's clear!"

      We peered around the building to the front, where we found even more guards; to be expected.

      Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my ear.

      "Gah! My ear! Ah, I think there's something in it!"

      "Hey, bro, it's fine. It's probably just pressure," Kobra consoled.

      We ended up driving back to our Diner and getting some sleep before tomorrow's venture. I could still feel that pain; it was making me dizzy…