The colored kids

Party's POV
" fuck it!" I yelled and rolled out from behind the shitty-ass car we were hiding behind. As I rolled I shot towards where I knew the dracs were standing. I landed on my knee and continued shooting.

Why? All we were doing was driving to pick up ghouls sister from zone four and we have to be fucking attacked by dracs. The fabulous lives of the killjoys!

Although it only took us twenty minutes to wipe out the thirty or so dracs that came at us we are on a strict time schedule so it's a pain in the ass.

" party get in the fucking car!" I herd ghoul yell at me.

" what the fuck do you think I'm doing?" I yelled as I climbed in the widow of our car. Yup four guys one car. Dr. D had to be a cheap son of a bitch. But we do get our own motorbikes. Cars are faster though.

Oh by the way I'm a killjoy and we fight against the better living industry who basically brainwashed most people to think they're ways are correct. The few that escaped battery city and the bl clutches are hunted down and killed or brought back and brainwashed. That's where we come in. Killjoys fight against bl and protect innocent people. Korse, the leader of bl, has some pretty fucked up views on how the world should be like. No music. No art. No word in the government. Pills to Neutralize the general public so they don't know what they are being deprived of. Like I said before its fucked up. That's why the killjoys are so colorful and creative and such. To piss in their faces and tell them fuck you. Morse doesn't like to say killjoy he says rebels instead.

We have six main zones surrounding battery city. Each zone has a base that trains new killjoys and homes the many orphaned children that come from battery city. Me and my brother, kobra kid, were orphaned when I was five kobra was barely one. We were found dr. Dr and he raise us as his own along with several other runaways and homeless kids. He wanted to protect our identity so we got our killjoys names.

Me, kobra, jet, and ghoul went on to form the original killjoys. In doing so ghoul had to leave behind his little sister, red check or check for short, so that she could train a bit more then join us. Now she is trained and we are coming back to get her.

" here!" Jet said turning off the car and getting out.

" there are our wittle boys themselves! Kids the anti-heros, the rebels, the killjoys!" My childhood friend, hopeless fighter , announced as we walked in. She is anything but a hopeless fighter she it actually one of the best fighters i know but she decided to stay at e base and help out with the training and stuff. I ran up to her and threw her over my shoulder. She screamed at me as I ran around the base. Eventually I put her down.

" how's things at base, hope?" I asked as she lead us to where check was.

" good. How's life on the front lines?" She acted like she cared but I knew she didn't.

" good." I said.

" we'll there was this one fight like a month ago," ghoul expanded with sunshine a trainee who was like ten on his hip. Both girls giggled and laughed at ghoul trying to reenact the fight. Ghoul bounced around making " pew" noises and faking dead dracs. he always a little ADHD. I laughed too. " and gee, did this crazy tumble and - " I cut him off by slapping him.

" what?" Ghoul said with a big smile.

" don't use my real name!" I half laughed. But seriously him should know not to.

" hey guys!" A now older looking check said running towards us.

Notes

My first killjoy story so.... I hope you like it!