Brainwashed

Risk Your Life

      "Poison don't!" Kobra whispered.

      But I had to. I couldn't let everyone be harmed because I didn't feel like being the leader today. I walked up behind a Drac and punched him. Obviously, the other Dracs started shooting at me. I dodged most of them, until one bullet hit me in the stomach. I fell, doubled over in pain.

      "Poison!" all of them yelled in unison. They ran out from under the tables and started tackling the Dracs.

      "Get off of me!" one of the Dracs yelled. He didn't sound very…Drac-ish.

      I slowly got up and ran to Dr. Death's room. I knew there was medical supplies in there, and possibly an extra ray gun. I searched on his desk, and in his closet. Nothing. Dr. Death! You son of a bitch! You took your stuff with you! I searched around one more time to make sure. Still nothing. I peered out to see the rest of the killjoys still fighting the Dracs. I saw Frank fall over, obviously hurt. Now I needed to find that medical kit. If one of us is hurt, we're all hurt. I ripped out the drawers on the desk. A big pack fell to the floor, making a dust cloud poof up into my face. I started to take my jacket off to wrap bandages on my wounds. I almost screamed. I knew it hurt like hell, but I didn't think it was this bad…I quickly wrapped myself in bandages, trying to not look at it. I put my shirt and jacket back on, and ran out to Frank. But before I could help him, I saw everyone pinned down by Dracs. Oh fuck no; no.

      "Hey! There's the leader one! Get him!" one of the Dracs yelled, pointing to me.

       I slipped past them, out the Diner. I ran to the Trans Am, waiting for me to flee the scene. But I realized I couldn't leave without my friends. So I threw the medical kit into the open window and grabbed the spare ray gun that was under the seat. I started shooting the Dracs blindly, not knowing if I'm hitting them or the Diner. I stopped shooting, and slowly lowered my gun to see the damage. All the Dracs were laying on the ground with unimaginably large scortch marks on their chests. I breathed a sigh of relief, and ran back into the Diner to find the killjoys rubbing their arms and such to relieve the pain. I looked at Frank who was lying on a table, face down.

       "Frank? Are you okay?" I asked him. He turned to look at me.

       "I-I'm fine…don't worry about it…I'm i-indestructible…r-remember?" He kinda laughed.

       I smiled, and helped him up. I quick ran outside to get the medical kit. But I stopped, like being frozen in time. The Dracs were gone Their car was still there, but the bodies were gone; something horrible was happening. I could feel it.