The TRUE Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys (Danger Days Oneshots)

Party Poison

Party Poison:

The wind was blowing through my short brown cropped hair. The sound of blasters echoed through my ears. I could die. I knew all too well that I could die. Yet, I never felt so alive. I could see the vast desert by now. I could see my escape. The cement sidewalk and plastic astroturf was coming to an end. I glanced over at Mikey. He was speeding along on his white bike that he stole from the Dracs.

It was only five minutes ago that we planned our escape. Five minutes ago since things were normal. We saw our opportunity and and grasped it with both hands. The Dracs had left their bikes all alone. Then, seconds later, we were speeding away like there was no tomorrow.

Specs of sand hit my face as our bikes were thrusted off the cement sidewalks.

What was I thinking. Bikes can't ride on sand. We have to run.

"Mikey, leave the bike, just run!" I yelled as we took off into the desert.

After about five minutes, the Dracs had given up on catching us. They had their bikes back, and that was all that mattered to them. In the end, I guess that it was our own fault for leaving Battery City, or "Paradise", so they didn't care if we were out in the desert. We might as well be vulture food. But they didn't understand that we have a better chance of surviving in the desert than surviving on B/L pills for the rest of our lives. What's the point of happiness if it's artificial.

Plus, we heard rumors about rebels in the desert. People who find a way to survive alone without B/L.

Killjoys.

I looked down at my B/L attire. A grey jumpsuit that everyone had to wear.

"Well, now that we're rebels, we gotta get some new threads, we can't have people think we're Dracs or spies from battery city. There's gotta be a town or somethin' around here." Said Mikey.

"Well, let's start walking then."

It was around sunset when we finally reached a gas station of some sort. We had been walking for hours and almost crashed of relief on the porch of the small place when we reached it.

"Hello?" I called as I opened the door to the small building connected to the gas station. It was deserted except for a man in a wheelchair sitting behind the counter.

"Whats up crash queens? Strays from B/L? Well why would you want to leave paradise?!" The man laughed, Mikey and I glanced at each other, "I'm just kiddin' ya, come on let's get you out of those plastic bags."

The man wheeled himself through a door behind a counter.

"Uh, Gerard..." Mikey said sheepishly.

"Come on, we might as well follow him." I replied.

We followed him through the same door and back into a medium sized room. The lights were off.

"Finally, what took ya so long," Said the man as he flipped on a light switch.

The room was finally illuminated. It was filled with so many colors. There were racks and racks of jackets and shirts and pants and shelves with masks and blasters. I had never seen so many colors. Everything was so plain in B/L.

"Take yer picks boys, just don't take too long, I gotta get some sleep too ya know," He looked back at us. Or, at least it looked like he was looking at us, he was wearing sunglasses, "I'm Dr. Death Defying by the way. You can call me Dr. Death." And then he wheeled away, leaving us in the room of vast colors.