Dream On Sunshine

chapter 3 - sleep with a gun

Killer Diamond's POV

Stepping out of the Trans-Am, I kept my right hand firmly on my gun. I didn't believe that I was out of danger, not yet anyway. Fun Ghoul and Revolver seemed to be getting along. I rolled my eyes. She was so intelligent, but so naive that I wanted to punch her. It wouldn't be a good idea. Revolver was extremely strong, for her small size. That's one of the things I always liked about her. She could pack a decent punch and fight extremely well but nobody would expect it. She was the "pocket rocket" of our group  back north, so everyone would say. I wonder if the others here would think the same of her. She was quite the... fighter. And smart, intelligent and so many other positive (or necessary) qualities. She was literally the definition of the almost-perfect Killjoy. Everyone had a weakness. One weakness which could destroy every other quality in a Killjoy. I was yet to discover hers, and I had an eye for people's strengths and weaknesses. Maybe her naivety (i.e the way she lets her excitement take over her thinking process) was her weakness. Honestly - I wasn't that certain.  

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched, taking a step forward and turning around. It was Kobra Kid. He was slightly taller than I am, probably about 5'10ft. (I'm 5'6ft if you were really interested, Revolver is 5'4ft and I think Fun Ghoul looked about 5'4ft too. I can't really tell. I'm not overly interested in figuring it out right now...). I just gave him an overall unimpressed look and he laughed. "Lighten up," he joked. "It's just for now. You don't have to stay forever but it would be dumb for us to chuck you out in the open when you travelled for days already. Haven't you eaten, like at all?"

"No. I'm not that hungry to be honest."

"Come on, you need to eat something. You've been travelling for days now. You need to eat."

And he was right. I did. I lied. I was starving. But I wasn't in a friendly mood. "Nah, it's cool."

"It's not cool," he strained a little, looking at the light blue gun in my hand. "Killer. It really isn't."

"I prefer Diamond, but whatever floats your boat." I shrugged.

"Make you feel less violent?"

"I don't condone violence. I'll kill, but only if I need to. Those things aren't human anyway. They were once upon a time but leaving them like that is cruel. Draculoids don't think. They aren't free. If they were free, do you think I would be killing them like I don't give a shit? Do you really? Do you kill them under the impression everything is peachy? I thought you were the kind one."

"Kind? That's Jet Star. I'm like you I guess, on that theory."

"You guess? Why not know? Honestly, I'm sick of people telling me they are different when they're the same as everyone else. Kobra Kid, I'm not friendly. Can you tell?"

"Just, call me Kobra. And I'm not friendly either. In fact, I hate everyone. I guess that's why I was drawn to you the minute Party held his gun to your head. I guess I'll see you soon. I need to speak to Party about where you'll all be staying." he smiled (he had a gorgeous smile, in all fairness) and walked off. I shook my head in slight confusion. Was he messing with me? I didn't get it. People didn't like me  often. He was likely messing.

 I shrugged and went back to fiddling with my gun. Revolver came over and put her hand on my shoulder, snapping me back to reality. "Hey, you alive?"

"No, I clearly got ghosted on the way in here." I rolled my eyes.

"Y'know, there is no need for the sarcasm."

"There is when you get messed with by Kobra Kid." I smiled sarcastically, as if to prove my point.

"Oh that's riiiiight. Kobra Kid was always rumoured to be a bit out there wasn't he?"

"No, you're thinking of Fun Ghoul. Kobra generally doesn't even talk. He's like Jet Star but instead of being sad when things die, he actually likes to shoot stuff."