Dream On Sunshine

chapter 1 - precautions

Killer Diamond's POV

"That's it Revolver, we've been walking for days and there is literally nobody around. You know they're going to find us at some point, don't you?" I say, coughing as a bit of dust goes down my throat. 

"No they aren't, and we aren't alone. I know this part. I've heard that this is where they go. You know, the real ones. I've heard that this area is the area they patrol." Revolver stops walking for a second to adjust her mask which is beginning to slip.

"The real ones? Who are they? And even if you do have friends out here, chances are they will not remember you. And if they do, you don't know  they'll accept you out here. It's a dangerous world Revolver. People change." I sigh and a memory fills my head. When I was young, I used to run around outside with my mother, and my dog, and everything was perfect. But that was before BL/ind and their drug induced bliss, which I wouldn't go for under will. So I ran. Far, far away from there, I just ran. And that's when I met Revolver.

"No. I don't have friends up here per say. If you're worried about that, then you're going to hate my answer. These guys more than likely will toss us out the minute they see us. But you're going to love who I may have located." she grinned with giddy excitement. I groaned. This was not a good thing.

Revolver was known for being a realist. She recognizes whether something is realistic or not, and if it isn't, she finds a way to make it somehow realistic. With a few tweaks as needed, but still, she tried. She was practical and easy going but had that... that madness all killjoys had. And that's how I knew she would be my best friend. She was a dreamer, but a realistic dreamer, and like me, she was determined not to fail. I think that's what made us find each other out in the middle of nowhere, with no source of food and no source of water. I think it was that we were both as stubborn as mules.  But this, this had gone too far. What was she really thinking this time?

"Revolver, as crazy as this sounds, if they're going to chuck us out, let's go elsewhere. It's not a good idea."

"No. This is a good idea. I promise you that."

I had just opened my mouth with the intention of answering her when we were met by the screeching sound of wheels on the road. "They've found us!" I jerked my head up, slightly bewildered about the silence just seconds earlier. I pulled my lasergun from it's holster and held it close to my chest. If this was them, I'd need to be as quick as possible. I glanced at Revolver. She had grabbed her gun too, but didn't seem as on edge as I was. "Revolver?"  I whispered. She didn't seem worried at all, even in the slightest.  

"It's fine. I have a feeling I know what's going on.  I've only got my gun in case it's not what I think."

"Revolver! You need to get a grip! Stop trying to be the bravest one here. Bravery is not getting killed because you thought you were better you know?"

"I know that. I also know that that might not be anyone from BL/ind." she said, her voice quiet and reserved. She obviously knew something I didn't. There were shouts from the direction of the car squealing, and there were flashes of red. Shouts and red flashes. It looked to me like a fight. In fact, that seemed quite reasonable. There were moving figures around about the red flashes, and colourful ones at that. I seemed to see some red, some blue, some yellow and some green. I glanced to Revolver who had a huge grin on her face as she watched the mini battle from the distance we were at."It's them. I've found them. I've found them Diamond, I've really really found them!" 

"Wh-... Who have you found?"

Revolver turned to me, her face almost lighting up with joy. "The Killjoys."

I rolled my eyes at this. We were all Killjoys - the original group of us had dubbed us the Killjoys when the Killjoys were formed.  And those people fighting couldn't have been anything but Killjoys... Unless they were idiots playfighting, which wasn't possible because BL/ind didn't permit violence of any kind or individuality in the form of colourful clothing. Except white, and white isn't really a colour is it? 

"Yes, I get that, but which Killjoys?" I asked, needing my mind a bit cleared up on the matter.

She sighed a small sigh and sat down on a rock. I did too. This was going to be a long one.

"When I was younger, I had known about these bunch of outlaws named the Killjoys. They had always been heroes of mine, standing up against society for what they believed in. Everyone knows about them now, the four leaders of our organisation, the Killjoys. Party Poison, his brother Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul and Jet Star. I stumbled across a few facts and located them. They should be around this area somewhere, and by that fight over there, I'm guessing we have literally walked right into their area. My father knew Fun Ghoul. I'm just hoping Fun Ghoul still holds some account for his name. If he doesn't, then we might as well turn back. But you have to understand that this is my biggest dream. And if it's them, then it'll be a dream come true." 

I paused. Killjoys didn't have many dreams. We didn't want for much, we knew that posessions and dreams were very very rare. If we had a dream, it meant something and we had to follow it. It was  something only we could understand. I nodded.

"I'm in. Just don't hold out too much hope. It might not be them."

"I know. I know. Of course, I'm taking precautions." she says, waving her gun in the air as emphasis

The screaming finally stops and the figures get back into what appears to be w hite car. And that's it. The figures in the car all disappear in a shroud of white dusty smoke and the screeching of tyres is ringing through my ears once again. Revolver looks giddy with happiness. I should be too... I've just possibly seen the founders of the original killjoys, and that's really something. Some people have seen their pictures. If they're lucky, but most of us have just heard about them.  

It's clear I'm not the only one gone into daze mode. Revolver's looking down at her feet in daze mode too, clearly stunned by what's just occured. I stare at my boots and wipe my fringe from my face. Someone coughs directly in front of us. Looking up, I gasp slightly. 

There's a yellow raygun and it's pointed at my head. A male voice speaks, but it isn't exactly what one might call friendly - he's angry.

"Who the hell are you two?"