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

Jet Star

Jet Star:

I glanced up and down the shelf. None of them would work.

"Are you gonna pick a color, or are you just gonna stare at it all day." Asked Dr. Death.

"I dunno about this," I stuttered, "Do I have to dye my hair?"

"Well if you wanna be a killjoy, you gotta look different than before. They have your face in the database, but it's the hair that always gets em'." He replied.

"But i've been in this desert since I was three! How would they have my face?"

"I can't explain everything, frizz." He stated.

I looked in the mirror next to the shelf. My hair was short and stubby, but it was insanely curly. If I let it grow for a few more months, then it would be a full blown afro.

"Okay how about this. I let my hair grow out? Then I won't have to dye it." I suggested

"Hmm," He thought about that for a moment, "A'right fine. But if I catch you again with hair like this, your gettin' your hair inked. Even if I have to tie you down to a chair."

"Thank You Dr. Death. Now when do I get my blaster." I said sternly.

"When you come up with your name. I can't call you Ray for the rest of your days, and Frizz is definitely not a killjoy name" Death Chuckled.

"Okay..." I replied. My mind drew a blank, "I got nothin."

Dr. Death sighed, "Your not supposed to come up with it now, you gotta wait until you have a near death experience or somethin'. Somethin to inspire ya. Somethin that means somethin to ya."

"Oh." I said bluntly, "How long is this gonna take?"

"Depends on the person I guess."

A few hours later I was sitting behind the gas stations cash register, waiting for a customer to stumble in. There were various books laying on the table that Death told me to read, but I hated reading. We were never allowed to read any books other than the ones we read in school, but I hated it then, and I hate it now. Instead, I fumbled with my pencil, trying my hardest to draw on a scrap of paper. I'm not the best at art, but it's better than reading, I guess.

"Ya got any oil?" A man boasted as the small bell above the front door jingled.

"Oh, uh" I dropped my pencil out of surprise. The man entered so suddenly, it was almost like his presence wasn't even in the room yet. "Let me check in the back"

I came back a few minutes later with two boxes of oil cans to offer to the man.

"How much'ya need?" I asked through two wobbly arms of boxes.

"Two cans'll do" He replied. He had a thick rough tone in his voice that sounded familiar. I finally got a good look at him. He had a scar on his face that started right under his left eye and vertically stretched across his lips. On his face was a scruffy beard speckled with white spots. He had to be in his forties or early fifties.

"Anything else sir?" I asked politely.

"Actually, yea," he said, quickly pulling a gun out of his hollister and aiming it at my head, "I'm lookin' for Death."

"Uh-h I-..." Sweat dripped in beads on my forehead.

"He's right behind ya, but you better not move or he's gonna put a bullet in your head." Said Dr. Death, also holding gun up to the mans head.

"Ah, Death, long time no see," The man said as he quickly whipped around and dodged Death's blaster. Then, in a quick second, the man had both blasters in his hands and had them aimed at Dr. Deaths head.

"R-ray, get out of here. Now." Said Dr. Death.

The man's stance slackened, but then quickly went back to normal. "What was yer name again, kid?" He asked

"..." I stood in silence out of fear.

"Say it or i'll blow your brains against the ceiling!" He yelled as he pointed one of the guns towards me.

"Ray!" I blurted.

"No, it's not possible. They couldn't have lied to me! What's your real name!" he yelled with fire behind his words

"It's Ray, I swear!" I yelled, scared of what he might do to me.

"Sam, it's his real name." Death said, slow and smooth.

"My little Jet, is that really you?" His face softened. He turned into a completely different person.

"What are you talking about? What's going on? Do you guys know each other?" I asked

"They told me that you killed him!" The man, who I'm guessing was Sam, said to Dr. Death.

Dr. Death went cold. "Who."

"Who do you think, Death" Said Sam as he put down the guns

"I can't believe you ran off to work with those battery bastards!" Yelled Death

"That's because they were my only option!"

"Will someone tell me what's going on?" I asked

Sam looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "You wanna Tell him?" Asked Death as he guest urged to Sam.

"Heh, not really." Sam grabbed a chair and sat down, "you might want to sit too, kid."

I sat down too.

"A long while ago, me and death here were friends, fighting against the dracs with my wife. She died fighting dracs, but not before." He paused, "not before she had you."

"What?" I stood up violently. "Your. Your my dad? That's not possible you died! I saw you die! I watched the dracs take you!"

"I wasn't dead. Close to it, but not dead. The dracs took me back to battery city where they told me that you were dead. And that you killed him." He motioned to death. "I've been trying to find ya for years. Trying to get revenge. But you sure do move around a lot, dontcha."

"I'd be bat food if I stayed in one spot for too long." Said Death.

"Oh Destroya," I muttered as I put my fingers on my temple.

"So your gonna be a killjoy, jet." Said Sam.

"Who's Jet, why do you keep calling me that?" I asked

"Well it was your 'name' when you were a baby. It was like a killjoy name, but more for protection, I guess. My little Jet Star."

"What was," I faltered, "what was my mom like."

Sadness filled his eyes. "She was wonderful." Then suddenly, he got up and walked towards the door.

"Wait, what? Where are you going?" I asked

"Somewhere. I can't be there, I can't be here, so I'm going somewhere in between. Nowhere." He replied.

"You can't just leave me! I finally get to meet my dad, and he leaves!?" I yelled.

"Yea." He walked out the door.

I started to go after him, but Dr. Death held me back. "Let him go, Jet." I glanced at him, "Or, I assume it's going to be Jet from now on."

I looked back at the glass front door.

"Yea."

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