Toxicity ~ A Party Poison Story

Two - Tox Shox

""You've got my respect" oh hush, you can't respect me if you don't know me." Tox muttered under her breath while she dug into her can of Power Pup. She pet the stray cat that comes and goes to her base. After a while, she named him Loki. "And no one's got a chance of catching me. I'm too quick. Not even the Fan Four or whatever they're calling themselves have a chance. They're too busy signing 'n shit." She spun on her heel and drove a knife into the wall. Loki jumped from his spot that wasn't too far from the new mark in the wall. 

Tox pulled on her teal knee high boots and laced them up after buckling her grey, torn up jeans to her hips. She clipped her purple belt to her waist and tucked her teal gun into it's holster. Tox inspected a new rip in her teal leather jacket and made a mental note to either sew it up or make a patch for it. Once she tied her bandana to her face, painted on her face stripes, and adjusted her shades, she grabbed her bottle that gave Toxic Rock her name.

In her hand held a vial label "Tox Shox", a purple liquid swirled around inside. She coated her knives in this liquid before attaching them to her belt. This liquid acts a poison, a creation made by herself. It's a part of what makes her so deadly. She also puts it in her gun to lace the plasma that shoots out of her gun with the poison. If the plasma shot won't kill them, then the Shox will. She named herself Toxic Rock after her lethal liquid and love of rock music. It also just has a nice ring to it. 

"Alright. To zone 6." She muttered to herself as she grabbed her knife from the wall and added it to the others on her belt. Tox hopped on her bike she snatched from one of her claps with dracs. "You'd think they'd learn their lesson to not mess around in zone 6, it's my favorite zone."

Tox had always loved this zone solely because it was known to be the most dangerous. Since its the outermost zone, its less populated and there are less supplies out there. Only the riskiest Killjoys venture out there. And as much as she doesn't want to admit it to herself, Tox also likes venturing out into zone 6 because it's where the Fab Four take base. "It's only because I like to show off and make them angry," she tells herself. 

Tox accelerated on her bike and sped forward into zone 6. Tox likes to stay in zone 5 for the most part. She has a base on border between 5 and 6, but she hasn't been staying there recently. Someone had caught her there recently so shes staying away. Of course she took all of her stuff with her, but she wants the buzz to die down before returning. 

Tox hates being seen by people. There hasn't person whos seen her face. Some have caught glimpse of her with her gear on, but never without. She doesn't talk to anyone, never goes into public, and definitely doesn't work with others, at least not anymore. Maybe it's her ego, maybe it's because she grew up and only child. Tox had always been a private person, even before BLI took over, so it only made sense that that trait carried over to her becoming of a Killjoy. It took awhile for her to build up her credibility. It wasn't until she created her Tox Shox that she got a name for herself.

Her Tox Shox was created when she broke into a BLI lab to take out a fuck ton of dracs. She stumbled upon a room full of chemicals. She tucked as many as she could into her backpack and dipped. Once she returned to her base, she experimented with different chemicals until she created Tox Shox. There were several versions of Shox that she tested on dracs. 

One made them explode - too messy.

One caught them on fire - too dangerous.

One made them swell till they popped - too disgusting.

One changed her - we don't talk about it.

One made them just disappear - who fucking knows where they went.

One made them fucking huge - opposite of what she wanted.

And finally one injusted a lethal substance into them that killed them instantaneously - perfect. This is now known as Tox Shox. No one has figured out yet that this is her secret weapon. She always takes her knives with her after fights, cleans them up, and puts them back in her belt. 

As she pulled forward, she saw the dracs coming into sight. Tox drew her knifes from her belt and pulled her arm back. Once she was at a fair distance, she released three knives that flew directly into the chests of three dracs clumped together. She then whipped her back end around so she'd be facing the dracs. Tox drove towards another group of dracs and like before, whipped her rear tire around and drove it into two more dracs standing there. The bike knocked them to the ground, clutching their abdomens. 

The fierce killjoy jumped off her bike and let it land on the helpless dracs. She scanned her surroundings to see at least seven... nine... eleven dracs prowling in on her. "Time for some fun." She smirked, grabbing her gun from her holster. 

Two dracs charged at her full force. As they neared, she knocked one to it's knees, flipped over his back and shot the other drac. Turning around, she shot the downed drac and ran towards another group of three. The had blasters so she knew to keep her distance. With three pulls of her trigger, three dracs fell to the ground, instantly lifeless. 

Pulling a knife from her belt, she threw it at a drac's throat, slitting it and allowing the poison to seep into his blood. A drac grabbed her from behind and put it's arm around her own throat. Tox swiped her leg around his and knocked out the back of his knee. He fell to the ground as she shot at two more oncoming dracs. After delivering a kick to the drac's chest, she spun around and shot him in the temple. The remaining two dracs looked at each other in fear. 

"It's okay, you two can go. Just don't come back." She said sweetly, yet with a stern undertone. They seemed unconvinced, but she shooed them with her blaster, "seriously, go before I change my mind."

The dracs were quick to scurry away from the girl. Tox tapped her foot, seeming bored, "Alright, I changed my mind." She said to herself as she shot both of them in the back of the head. "Oh I love my job." She sighed with a smile. There was a ruffling coming from under her bike. Once of the dracs she toppled with her bike was still alive, trying to squirm free. Toxic Rock rolled her eyes as she shot him in the head, he fell back down to the ground.

She picked her bike up off of the dracs and kicked the other one to make sure he was dead. Unsure, she drove a blast into his chest. Some blood squirted onto her face and she groaned in disgust. "Fucking... nasty."

As she went around collecting her knives, the roar of an engine grew louder and louder. Tox recognized that roar from anywhere. It was a trans am... the trans am. She looked over to her last knife and saw she wouldn't be able to grab it in time. An idea sparked while she ran over to her bike. She hopped on, started it up, and drove to the corpse. She reached down to grab it but it just barely scraped it. The bump from running over the arm caused one of her vials of Tox Shox fell off of her belt. "Fuck!" She grunted as she zoomed away from the scene. She had plenty of vials filled with Shox, but she doesn't want the four to find out about it. If she's lucky, they won't even see it. 

Eventually, Tox shook it off and continued on her journey home. "Everything will be fine, Tox. Don't even worry."