Shoot From the Hip, Aim For the Head
First To Know
“We did it! I can’t believe…after all these years of fighting; I was beginning to think it was impossible.” We were practically jumping off the walls. Korse had actually surrendered to us, handed Battery City over to us. It was over. Finally, over! We could celebrate without fear of being caught. We could just be us, just us, again.
The Dracs didn’t bother to come close at all. They had some brain I guess. We were all happy, everyone was cheering, and everyone was excited. Maybe, just maybe, we could see our loved ones again, that we had to leave behind. We would need to figure out how to deprogram most of them, but there was that chance more than anything.
Part Poison, he wasn’t here. He was by my side a moment ago, in our group hug jumping around with the rest of the Killjoys. It was a party after all, and it was mostly dedicated to him. He’s the one that held the ray-gun to Korse’s head. The one who walked him out of Battery City, and took him prisoner. If it was for Party we wouldn’t be celebrating, so why wasn’t he?
“Hey! Kobra, where’s your brother? I don’t see Party anywhere.” Figured asking Kobra Kid out of anyone here was a good idea, after all, isn’t there like some form of brotherly instinct to locate each other?
Obviously, I was dead wrong. Kobra stood there jaw hung slack, mouth slightly open, twisting which and what way looking for his lost half. Eventually he turned to me, scratching his head, shrugging. “No idea Ghoul, sorry. Kinda a crazy party, here. Ladies lookin’ a bit frisky.”
“You need to just…never mind. Find me if you see him, kay?” Kobra nodded and I turned away holding back my laughter. Like any of the girl Killjoys here would want to get with him? What a joke. Then I thought about it a bit. He kind of is a hero right now, maybe he would get lucky. The thought was something I would rather not think of. At all, ever again.
After aimlessly wondering, trying to find my lost comrade, and trying to shake the images of Kobra Kid getting laid, that somehow managed to pop into my head, I ran into some luck. I was informed by some younger Killjoys that they saw Party leaving with the Dr. Death-Defying. I was a bit confused at first as to what Doc wanted with just Party, and not all of us. As I set off to where they said they saw them go, I started to figure that he was awarding Party or something. After all Battery City is ours now, and Korse is our prisoner rather than vice versa.
As I exited the party, outside you could still hear the music clear as day. I hummed the tune as I continued to walk over to where I heard a conversation going. It sounded like Doc, and Party, but Party was yelling, and it was just kind of off. Why would he be upset with anything?
“We just finished all this! And you want to send us off to a completely different zone!? Are you fucking crazy Death?! This isn’t funny…we spent years fighting for this! Now you want us to leave! No. It’s not going to happen! I’m not fighting another motherfucking war like this!" Party stood face to face with the Doc, yet Doc seemed unfazed at what Party was yelling at him, like he had heard it all before.
I knew I shouldn’t be eavesdropping on their conversation, but I wanted to know. If it was pissing Party off this bad, his face was going red almost matching his hair, I wanted to know what it was. Now eavesdropping has never been a specialty of mine, but hiding was. I simply choose to hide behind some parked motorcycles, doing my best to stick to the shadows. Unfortunately, Doc seemed to find me like I was just standing there. I swear, he could see me a mile away, for some strange reason.
“Ghoul, get out here. This involves you too; don’t see why you’d hide.” I stood up from behind the motorcycles I was hiding behind, shrugging slightly as I walked closer. Patting Party on the back before Doc went to explain what Party was so upset over. “I know you don’t want this, I didn’t want to send other of my finer Killjoys either, but these sacrifices must be made. I’m sorry, but I can’t send anyone else. They’re not ready for this Zone.” Doc did seem sincere in his somewhat apology. He did sound like he really didn’t want to send us off after our victory here, but his hands seemed tied.
“Well where’s this other zone? Can’t be too far. And, well what are we needed for?” I asked. Party seemed to already know this by the way he rolled his eyes, but hell, I was curious.
“Nevada, it’s a bit, but these guys are desperate for new recruits. Well, trained recruits that can take on a good challenge, which you four have proven. It’s Zone XI 3-1.4, the…” Doc seemed to almost choke on his words. I leaned in slightly, anticipating the end of his sentence, like a child waiting to hear what theme park they’re going to. “It’s the ‘New Vegas’ project…” And like a child waiting to hear the name of Disney World, or Universal, instead they hear a crappy month long trip at a National Park, looking at trees and rocks. Yay, I couldn’t contain my excitement…
Was Doc crazy? Now I know why Party seemed so pissed about this whole ordeal. The New Vegas project? Did Dr. Death-Defying want us to die in cold hearted warfare, or something? Because that’s where he was sending us. This project was suicide, and everyone knew it! No one actually knew solid fact about New Vegas, all just rumors. That’s just because no one has seen the light of day once they’ve gotten there, besides Doc. Once you enter the New Vegas warfare, you don’t come back. If you do, it’s in pieces sent in a pretty package from the enemy as a warning to other Killjoys, or in a jar that contains your ashes. If you wish to be buried, it’s there, in the desert. Be lucky if the black hounds won’t dig you up.
“Um, Doc…not to sound mean or anything, but um…did we do something wrong? Cuz ya know, that’s suicide for us to just say ‘Okay, you’re the boss, let’s go boys.’ I mean really, Doc. We just beat Korse, and you want to send us there? Sorry, but that’s crazy.” I really didn’t want to point out that Doc may be a few bolts short now, but he had to be. I don’t blame Party for flipping out at all. New Vegas is your death bed. I don’t necessarily want to die now, not yet anyways.
“Ghoul I know, and I talked to, well their leader. He just needs some new experienced Killjoys to teach the younger ones how it’s done. The basics for fighting and what not. He said you four won’t even need to see the battle grounds if you don’t want to get that involved. They really need the extra help. They’ve had to sacrifice guards and territory to keep up. Any help is welcomed. I can’t send newer Killjoys because they’ll be ripped to shreds in matter of hours. You four can hold your ground for a while, and are trusted to follow command on any given order.” Party just rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms over his chest, kicking at the dirt. As much as he didn’t want to go, and wanted to call out anything, no matter how stupid, he couldn’t deny the points Doc had made to us.
As much as I hated to admit it too, he couldn’t send anyone else out. It would be their graves before ours. In numbers most of them could probably survive quite yell, but every time someone has been sent off, it’s been no more than one or two. Plus we’re just going to be there to help train and do simple tasks around the camps. Probably another thing Party isn’t too pleased about, but hey, I was game for the simple stuff.
“Alright. When do we leave? I’m not happy about this, not for one fucking second, but…I don’t see another way. As much as I’d love to give you names of other Killjoys you could send. I see your point. So, when the fuckin’ hell do we head out to New Vegas?” Party spoke up, eyes glued to the ground, he was chewing on the inside of his cheek as he spoke. Only looking up at the end of his sentence. Waiting to hear when our fate is going to be sealed.
“Tomorrow. Afternoon the latest.” Doc’s reply nearly sent us tumbling back. Wanting to send us kicking and scream like little kids not wanting to go to creepy Uncle Joe’s house. Tomorrow, we become the dead.
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The Dracs didn’t bother to come close at all. They had some brain I guess. We were all happy, everyone was cheering, and everyone was excited. Maybe, just maybe, we could see our loved ones again, that we had to leave behind. We would need to figure out how to deprogram most of them, but there was that chance more than anything.
Part Poison, he wasn’t here. He was by my side a moment ago, in our group hug jumping around with the rest of the Killjoys. It was a party after all, and it was mostly dedicated to him. He’s the one that held the ray-gun to Korse’s head. The one who walked him out of Battery City, and took him prisoner. If it was for Party we wouldn’t be celebrating, so why wasn’t he?
“Hey! Kobra, where’s your brother? I don’t see Party anywhere.” Figured asking Kobra Kid out of anyone here was a good idea, after all, isn’t there like some form of brotherly instinct to locate each other?
Obviously, I was dead wrong. Kobra stood there jaw hung slack, mouth slightly open, twisting which and what way looking for his lost half. Eventually he turned to me, scratching his head, shrugging. “No idea Ghoul, sorry. Kinda a crazy party, here. Ladies lookin’ a bit frisky.”
“You need to just…never mind. Find me if you see him, kay?” Kobra nodded and I turned away holding back my laughter. Like any of the girl Killjoys here would want to get with him? What a joke. Then I thought about it a bit. He kind of is a hero right now, maybe he would get lucky. The thought was something I would rather not think of. At all, ever again.
After aimlessly wondering, trying to find my lost comrade, and trying to shake the images of Kobra Kid getting laid, that somehow managed to pop into my head, I ran into some luck. I was informed by some younger Killjoys that they saw Party leaving with the Dr. Death-Defying. I was a bit confused at first as to what Doc wanted with just Party, and not all of us. As I set off to where they said they saw them go, I started to figure that he was awarding Party or something. After all Battery City is ours now, and Korse is our prisoner rather than vice versa.
As I exited the party, outside you could still hear the music clear as day. I hummed the tune as I continued to walk over to where I heard a conversation going. It sounded like Doc, and Party, but Party was yelling, and it was just kind of off. Why would he be upset with anything?
“We just finished all this! And you want to send us off to a completely different zone!? Are you fucking crazy Death?! This isn’t funny…we spent years fighting for this! Now you want us to leave! No. It’s not going to happen! I’m not fighting another motherfucking war like this!" Party stood face to face with the Doc, yet Doc seemed unfazed at what Party was yelling at him, like he had heard it all before.
I knew I shouldn’t be eavesdropping on their conversation, but I wanted to know. If it was pissing Party off this bad, his face was going red almost matching his hair, I wanted to know what it was. Now eavesdropping has never been a specialty of mine, but hiding was. I simply choose to hide behind some parked motorcycles, doing my best to stick to the shadows. Unfortunately, Doc seemed to find me like I was just standing there. I swear, he could see me a mile away, for some strange reason.
“Ghoul, get out here. This involves you too; don’t see why you’d hide.” I stood up from behind the motorcycles I was hiding behind, shrugging slightly as I walked closer. Patting Party on the back before Doc went to explain what Party was so upset over. “I know you don’t want this, I didn’t want to send other of my finer Killjoys either, but these sacrifices must be made. I’m sorry, but I can’t send anyone else. They’re not ready for this Zone.” Doc did seem sincere in his somewhat apology. He did sound like he really didn’t want to send us off after our victory here, but his hands seemed tied.
“Well where’s this other zone? Can’t be too far. And, well what are we needed for?” I asked. Party seemed to already know this by the way he rolled his eyes, but hell, I was curious.
“Nevada, it’s a bit, but these guys are desperate for new recruits. Well, trained recruits that can take on a good challenge, which you four have proven. It’s Zone XI 3-1.4, the…” Doc seemed to almost choke on his words. I leaned in slightly, anticipating the end of his sentence, like a child waiting to hear what theme park they’re going to. “It’s the ‘New Vegas’ project…” And like a child waiting to hear the name of Disney World, or Universal, instead they hear a crappy month long trip at a National Park, looking at trees and rocks. Yay, I couldn’t contain my excitement…
Was Doc crazy? Now I know why Party seemed so pissed about this whole ordeal. The New Vegas project? Did Dr. Death-Defying want us to die in cold hearted warfare, or something? Because that’s where he was sending us. This project was suicide, and everyone knew it! No one actually knew solid fact about New Vegas, all just rumors. That’s just because no one has seen the light of day once they’ve gotten there, besides Doc. Once you enter the New Vegas warfare, you don’t come back. If you do, it’s in pieces sent in a pretty package from the enemy as a warning to other Killjoys, or in a jar that contains your ashes. If you wish to be buried, it’s there, in the desert. Be lucky if the black hounds won’t dig you up.
“Um, Doc…not to sound mean or anything, but um…did we do something wrong? Cuz ya know, that’s suicide for us to just say ‘Okay, you’re the boss, let’s go boys.’ I mean really, Doc. We just beat Korse, and you want to send us there? Sorry, but that’s crazy.” I really didn’t want to point out that Doc may be a few bolts short now, but he had to be. I don’t blame Party for flipping out at all. New Vegas is your death bed. I don’t necessarily want to die now, not yet anyways.
“Ghoul I know, and I talked to, well their leader. He just needs some new experienced Killjoys to teach the younger ones how it’s done. The basics for fighting and what not. He said you four won’t even need to see the battle grounds if you don’t want to get that involved. They really need the extra help. They’ve had to sacrifice guards and territory to keep up. Any help is welcomed. I can’t send newer Killjoys because they’ll be ripped to shreds in matter of hours. You four can hold your ground for a while, and are trusted to follow command on any given order.” Party just rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms over his chest, kicking at the dirt. As much as he didn’t want to go, and wanted to call out anything, no matter how stupid, he couldn’t deny the points Doc had made to us.
As much as I hated to admit it too, he couldn’t send anyone else out. It would be their graves before ours. In numbers most of them could probably survive quite yell, but every time someone has been sent off, it’s been no more than one or two. Plus we’re just going to be there to help train and do simple tasks around the camps. Probably another thing Party isn’t too pleased about, but hey, I was game for the simple stuff.
“Alright. When do we leave? I’m not happy about this, not for one fucking second, but…I don’t see another way. As much as I’d love to give you names of other Killjoys you could send. I see your point. So, when the fuckin’ hell do we head out to New Vegas?” Party spoke up, eyes glued to the ground, he was chewing on the inside of his cheek as he spoke. Only looking up at the end of his sentence. Waiting to hear when our fate is going to be sealed.
“Tomorrow. Afternoon the latest.” Doc’s reply nearly sent us tumbling back. Wanting to send us kicking and scream like little kids not wanting to go to creepy Uncle Joe’s house. Tomorrow, we become the dead.
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12/26/12