Prologue:

Darkness covered the dry, dead, colorless wasteland, along with a silence that seemed unbreakable. A figure, with blood red hair streaked with black, stood. A closer look showed a girl, about 16 or 17, with a black leather jacket, red skinny jeans, black combat boots, and a dark blue t-shirt with black lettering. She was carrying something. No. She was carrying someone. A man. With black hair, a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans with a khaki belt, black leather gloves, tattoos, and a black, silver studded bracelet. The man’s skin was very pale, almost too pale, and his eyes were closed. He looked, almost, dead.
The girl carrying the man looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were bloodshot and had a pinkish red tint around them. She looked as if she hadn’t eaten in days either, as if too shocked or grief stricken to do anything. She looked as if she knew that no matter how much she wanted to go back and change the past, to save her friends lives, that even after praying to anyone who would listen, no matter what she did now, in the morning, when she woke up, they would still be gone. And they were never coming back. Ever.
The girl continued walking for miles and miles until she came to a small area of color. There were flowers and paintings and graffiti and letters stuck against 3 gravestones. Next to them was another, with an empty hole in the ground for the last of the four. The first stone read “Party Poison” the second “Jet Star” and the third read “Kobra Kid”. The red haired girl slowly walked over to the last one and carefully placed/lowered the man she was carrying into the 6 foot hole in front of the final stone. There was a pile of dirt and sand next to the hole and the girl, reluctantly, pushed it over the body of her fallen comrade.
Finally, she looked at the stone which read “Fun Ghoul.” At that, tears began to slowly fall from her eyes. She stepped back, wiping the tears from her eyes and saluted the graves. “Party, keep on being sassy” she whispered with a smile. “Jet, you’d better have that fro again in your next life. Kobra, I’ll miss you buddy. And Fun Ghoul” her voice became choked and as if she was forcing herself to go on. “I-I hope we meet again. One day. I swear, I’ll see you again one day. The fabulous Killjoys will never die. I swear. Your memory will live on with me. So you’d better come back. I will see you guys again. One day, I promise. One day, I’ll find you all. Stay Beautiful, Keep it ugly, and give ‘em hell guys. And I’ll carry on your memories. Forever.”
As she finished speaking, she fell to her knees, sobbing. She was alone again. But she knew, she just knew that her Fabulous Killjoys would be back. And she would be waiting for them. Because she had promised them once, when it all began, she promised to follow them no matter what. And that she would never let them down. Even though now, she felt like she had.

Notes

I hope you guys like this. I'll try to update every week but I'm not sure if I'll be able to. So there will just be random updates whenever I finish a chapter.

~ Killjoys Never Die