A Drac came at me carelessly. I dodged it with little effort and jumped into a crouch before taking a shot at his head. The sphere with frazzled black hair fell back and started smoking. The white coated figure fell to the ground like a broken doll.
Grinning at my kill, I ran over to the fallen Drac. His mask had a bullet hole right between it's eyes and blood was starting to ooze out the wound. For some reason I felt the need to pull off the mask. I just needed to.
I took at hold of the top and pulled. It came off easily and revealed a person's face. My brother's face.
A feeling of panic overtook me, I just killed my own brother. No. No!
My brother was somewhere in Battery City, Felix would never have turned him into a Drac!
His hair was the same as it had been, dark brown with it's blue streak running through it. His face was still the same as I remembered. The only disturbance of the picture was the giant bullet hole through his forehead. I fell back on my rear and felt myself start to sob. This can't be real. This can't be real. . .
"Kitten. . . . Kitten. . . ." I heard someone calling my name and I turned to see who. There was no one. No one out here in this desolate wasteland of a desert but me and my brother's corpse.
"Kitten. . . . KITTEN!" A sudden jolt on my shoulder made me wake up. Party Poison was leaning over me and had a hand on my shoulder. Up close I could see his face in all it's glory. Even the pupils of his eyes that were surrounded by a cloud of green and gold iris.
"Thank god you're awake. I can't stand a woman crying, even in her sleep.", he huffed, standing up straight and walking off. I glanced around and saw that I was still in the abandoned diner with the Fabulous Killjoys. They were bustling around and making what smelled like food. Though from the looks of the can of beans Fun Ghoul was eating out of, it wasn't very appetizing.
'It was just a dream. Just a really fucked up dream. . .', I breathed in relief to myself. Tears were still trailing down my cheeks. How embarrassing! I quickly wiped them away and tried to compose myself. Nothing was worse than showing weakness. Even to your allies who had previously been your enemies.
"Hey, you okay?", Fun Ghoul's voice jolted me out of my head. The concern in his voice surprised me. I nodded numbly, "Just a nightmare."
He bite his lip, "Sorry to hear that. We're already living in a nightmare, you should have happy dreams to compensate."
He smiled and I found myself smiling back. Apparently having my gun pointed at him last night had been forgotten. Someone poked my back and I turned around to see Grace holding out a can of beans to me. I grinned at her and accepted them. For a minute.
Once the smell of them hit my nose I internally gagged.
"Only thing we got sugar. Better eat them while they're hot.", Party Poison spoke with a hard edge to his voice. It seemed that Fun Ghoul had forgiven me for last night, Party hadn't. His eyes had a venomous look in them as he gazed at me.
I shrugged his comment off and dove into my food. Despite the smell, the beans weren't completely bad. I turned the can over and saw the words POWER PUP. They were cans of food from Better Living Industries. How did these guys get stuff from BLIND?
We got done eating and everyone stood up. Except me. What were we going to do now?
"Someone want to fill me in on the game plan?", I asked to no one in particular. Kobra Kid spoke up, "We're going to an associate of our's. He's going to help us rally up the troops for a heist."
I nodded and stood up too. One our way out, Grace grabbed a radio that someone had painted BOOM on. I liked these guy's style. Since it wasn't as dark as it was last night, I could see more of the artwork that decorated the place. Someone had painted cartoon vampires on the walls, along with various other motto's and statements from before. Everyone started putting on their gear. Kobra kid put on a helmet with the words GOOD LUCK printed on the visor. Jet Star had a similar helmet with a lightning bolt on the side. Fun Ghoul had a rubber Frankenstein mask. Grace had an aviator's cap on with a miniature STOP sign on the front. Finally, Party Poison had a yellow mask with black stars around the eyes and blue dots scattered across it. He pulled up a red handkerchief to cover the lower part of his face. I pulled on my cat mask along with my purple handkerchief and we went outside. I remembered my motorcycle parked a few yards away.
"Um, can I ride my motorcycle to wherever we're going?", I requested. The guys looked up at me and then at each other. Party Poison went over and spoke something in Jet Star's ear, who nodded at his leader. Party looked over at me, "Yes, but I'm riding with you. Just so there's no funny business."
He really didn't trust me did he?

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