Killjoys: Alternate storyline (Rewritten Version)

Kickstart

It was a dark, windy night in a large, nearly endless desert. Four people walked in the sand darkened by the night but just lit ever so slightly by the moon. The one leading has near shoulder length red hair and striking green eyes, a blue jacket and some rather tight tan jeans along with black boots that had two simple lines colored red and blue. A somewhat taller, slimmer figure walks beside him. He had on a red jacket and black jeans relatively similar to the redhead's wear but he wore brown boots with a slight heel, more of a western style. His hair was a medium blonde color and his eyes were a lighter brown, nearly hazel. Lagging slightly behind the two of them were two shorter males, one was a teen and the other an engineer of sorts. The teen had his waist long, light blonde hair down, the tips colored gradient blue and green at the ends which was supposedly natural for him, as well as his uncovered eye. It's pupil blue with the iris green, even having a second star shaped iris which was yellow. He has on a police hat and his bangs cover his right eye, he wore camo jeans, a camo long sleeved shirt underneath his black one with a star on it, and he wore knee high black boots and had on black fingerless gloves. The last man is the shortest and has shaggy black hair that wisps down to his shoulders and down his back a few inches. Tattoos cover his arms though not many show since he wore a short sleeved shirt with a vest-like green jacket. His eyes were a dark brown and he even wore black jeans and combat boots. The four walk to a camp not far from where they had come from, assumingly a battle of some sort. The redhead approaches the campsite and signals the others to come over as soon as he knows it's safe. The teen boy makes a fire and the taller blonde makes a few comments about the battle as they all sat around the fire, "Dude, I didn't even realize how f*cking slow those Dracs could be! Like, you literally kicked their a**es so quickly, Poison!". The redhead smiles slightly, his name was Party Poison and he was the feared leader of the rebels. The rebels were known as the killjoys, "Yeah Kobra, but it was a team effort honestly.", he replies back to the blonde. The blonde was known as Kobra Kid, he was the leader's younger and wilder brother. He was known to almost constantly bicker with his teammate known as Fun Ghoul. Fun Ghoul was the shortest man with the shaggy black hair, he simply rolls his eyes as he agrees with Poison, "Uh huh, it was most certainly a team effort but I think Star did most of the backup job. He had to save your a** several times and he's a rookie, Kobra.". The teen was new to the rebel group, his name was Star Chip. He was a rather kinder soul and helped out medically along with his fighting. "Sure, you act like you haven't been cornered by a Drac in your entire life, Ghoul.", the blonde replies in a annoyed tone, he slips off his jacket and looks at the shorter man with a bit of anger, "If it wasn't the fact that you had even a little bit of physical strength, you would have been f*cking crushed by that one big dude. Like, that guy was totally bigger than Jet.". The last of the main Killjoys, known as Jet Star, was the overprotective nurse and lead recruitsman of their small rebellion. He was known to get more physical in fights due to his bad aim with guns and he was seemingly more mature if you looked at the other killjoys. Ghoul grabs a small book out of his pocket he always carried around, it had poetry in it but he never mentioned his love for poetry to most people, "Yeah yeah, keeping talking sh*t, Kobra.", he says in a taunting tone, reading his small book. There was a cracking noise behind a large pile of cans. The whole campsite was surrounded by small bush shrubs and metal debris. Most of the piles of metal consisted of mainly cans and pieces from old cars. The first to notice the noise was Star, who looked around before grasping onto Poison's arm in fear like a frightened child grabbing onto their parent. He was trying to get his attention, obviously, "I think I heard something..", the teen whispers in a shaky tone. Poison glances around the darkness surrounding the camp, his gleaming green eyes hovering over the piles one by one. "Maybe you're just hearing things, kid.", Kobra implies, after he watches Poison scan the area, "I'm pretty sure there's nothing out here but us.". The green eyes glare in the blonde's direction, they always do whenever he says something like that. "Kobra, stop being an a**hole. I heard it too. It could be dracs or something.", the redhead says, seemingly sticking up for the teen. It was more than likely due to Poison being the older brother type, he had always been protective of people he knew either looked up to him or was younger then himself. In return, Kobra rolled his eyes and scooted closer to them, posing on his knees with his hands held up like claws. A grin flickers across his face as he sorta looms over the two, "Maybe it was a ghost. Probably an aimless spirit wandering the desert looking for...", he smirks more as Star hides behind his red haired brother a little. He then shouts in a frightening tone, "Freedom fighters to behead!". As he had anticipated, Star completely hid behind Poison out of fear, while Poison stared at him unamused. Everyone who knew the killjoys more personally knew how much Kobra taunted his friends. Especially if it was Ghoul. "Kobra, that's quite enough. This is serious someone could actually be hunting us and you're being a f*cking fool.", Poison states as he glares down his younger brother, who raises his arms up a little defensively. The blonde's grin turns into a playful smile, "Ok ok, I get it, dude. Ya know, it could just be Ghoul snoring. He snores pretty loud.". The redhead remains unamused as the teen slips out from his hiding place behind him. The smaller killjoy shouts over at Kobra in a slightly angry tone, "Shut the f*ck up, I don't even snore that loud at all, you a**.". The wind drops to a more calmer state as Ghoul shouts, the sound of a can being stepped on suddenly alerts the 4 killjoys and causes them to all look over at the area. Bravely, Poison stands up and walks over to wherever the noise came from. He gestures for the others to stay back because if anything was back there, it could go for all of them if they follow him. All around was darkness only lit by the firefight and the crescent up in the sky, he could only see cans and scrap metal scattered around in the sand near the piles of junk. A crushed can caught his eye as soon as he stared to his left, the camp remained quiet as the others watched him. He sees what looks like oil and some sort of white gooey fluid in a small trail. It smelled like gasoline and what he assumed may have been nectar of some sort. The smell was not exactly sweet but he was familiar with the smell, slowly he steps back and looks at the other killjoys around the fire. He pulls out his ray gun, "We need to head to the headquarters...something's not right here...", he says in a more hushed tone, keeping his eyes out for whatever made the trail. The other three got up quickly, grabbing their things and allowing Star to put the fire out before they head out. About a mile away, was an old story house they called home. It takes them a decent amount of time before they get there, and by the time they do they see a tall, curly haired man standing by the door in the doorway supposedly chatting on a small walkie talkie with someone. The man looks over with a warm smile, "You guys are home early.", he says in a more softer tone, his shoulder length curly hair made him seem even softer then he should have been due to how intimidating his size was. Currently, the man wore a dark blue and black jacket, a blue choker with a bell on it, dark blue jeans, and black boots that lace up. He stood at least 6 feet tall, the tallest of the killjoys. Star smiles at him in return and is the first to walk over to him, "Yeah, Kobra was scaring us at the camp because we kept hearing things.". The blonde looks a little nervous as the medium brown eyes set on him, "Kobra, you know what your brother's said about you fooling with the recruits and making a fool of yourself. You need to stop being such a child.". Kobra sighs after the man scolds him, "Whatever you say, Jet.", he replies, walking inside past him and the teen. One of the reasons Star had been closer to Jet was the fact that Jet of course led the recruitment area of the killjoys with two other killjoys. He was also second in command alongside Poison and helped make a lot of decisions, since he was the most mature of the killjoys rather than just Poison himself. He was somewhat timid at times but he usually warmed up to people after a good introduction. "Who was on the Walkie?", the leader asks as he walks up onto the porch, giving Ghoul the space to smoke nearby. With a glance of his gentle brown eyes, he looks at Poison tenderly as Star walks inside after Kobra, "It was the recruitment station. Tiger says they might have a few other recruits. But I mean...Star's only been here a few weeks and he's doing wonderful already. Do you really think we need another person around, Poison?". It takes maybe a moment or more for the leader to reply, the leader looks off and mentally debates about this. He knew in the past they had let people in but it never always lasted when they had more than one person at once. Maybe Jet was asking the right question as to if they needed someone else, as they probably didn't yet, "I'm not sure we do now but I'll think about it, I'll give you a more clear answer tomorrow. Is Blood here or did he go out?", Poison asks. Blood was Ghoul's twin brother who had stayed with them for as long as they had been killjoys. He had the power of blood manipulation which resulted in his name being Blood Bird. While Ghoul was rebellious and kinda obnoxious, Blood was quiet and usually helpful with their more thought out plans. The only thing that was the same about them was the fact that they were identical besides their hair. Blood always cut his short while Ghoul left his long. "He's in his room asleep, he told me he was going to bed early so I decided to leave him alone.", Jet replies, he slid the walkie talkie on his belt by a clip it had on the back as he looked over at the redhead again. Out of all the killjoys, Jet carried his walkie talkie around the most. Almost constantly if he was having a busy day with the recruitment station folk, Jet worked hard even if he wasn't out fighting with the others against the dracs. Poison slips his hands in his pockets and he walks past Jet, "Good. I don't want him out at night. Especially after the camp incident we had a bit ago...I'll talk to you about it tomorrow but, right now I need some sleep and so do you.", he says as he heads to his room upstairs. The taller man looks over at the steps and waltzes over to the smaller killjoy smoking, "Ghoul, are you gonna come in?", he softly questions, soundly like a parent speaking to their child. The ravenette looks back before putting out his cigarette and standing up, "Mhm. I was just taking a break.". Ghoul usually spoke gentler towards Jet, as he quite respected him due to how much care he gave to the killjoys. Once Ghoul had sprained his ankle during a battle with a few Dracs, he thought he was done for until Jet stepped in and helped out. Everyone knew Jet could hold his ground and he along with Poison were heavily trusted by the killjoys and other rebel groups they allied with since they both always had your back in a fight. The smaller killjoy smiles up at the taller man as he passes him to go inside, "Sleep well, Jet.", he says, going to his room on the lower level of the house. He shares a room with his twin brother, and he only shuts the door after hearing Jet come in and shut the front door before locking it up for the night. The room light was off and he noticed his brother passed out in the bed on the opposite side of the room they shared. He smiles again as he slips off his boots, getting into his own bed and dozing off not too long after.