I followed after the red haired man named Party Poison. He was sobbing as he ran to another building that was larger than the first two. I assumed this was the living area, where they slept and ate. He was on the front porch sobbing his hazel eyes out and I just wanted to give him a hug.

"Party Poison?" I said sitting next to him. "Whats wrong?"

"It's just, it's nothing." He said hardening to my prescence.

"How old are you?" I asked. He looked about 20 years old. "You dont look that old" I touched his hand

The icy coldness was astounding, but I kept my hand there. "23." Party Poison had a tone to match his tempurture.

"You are ice cold. And come to think of it you are pretty pale too." I stated. "How long have you been 23?"

"A while." He replyed again with an even colder tone than earlier.

I gazed into the shiny bright hazel eyes and thought I saw a flicker of light behind them. At that moment a man walked out and sat next to us.

He looked familiar. He had longish black hair, hazel eyes. He looked like me. Then I realized who he was.

My brother! "Kyl- Uhhh I mean uhh," I couldnt finish my sentence. I thought he was dead. He had been gone for 3 years. We assumed the killjoys had get him. I guess we were right.

The look of utter disbelief on his face let me know that he was astounded to see me as I was to see him. Maybe this whole killjoy thing could work out after all.