look Alive Sunshine

I should probably start off with my name. My name is Clare but my killjoy name is toxic bullet. I only refer to my killjoy name because it’s the only way I can leave my past behind. I was only 8 when I left Battery city. It was only my mother and I at the time. My father tried to steal from a little shop and got shot on the spot by some scarecrow. My mother got killed 3 years later by some Draculoid when we were held up in some shop on the out skirts of Bat city. Ironic isn’t it. That was the day I shot and killed my first B.L.I member and god it felt good. For all the hell they put me through growing up that was what they get. So now I’m 19 and on my own. That’s how I like it. Yeah I met many different people in the desert that helped me but I try not to get close to them knowing one day they’ll get killed in front of my eyes. That happened many times and I just can’t learn. I’m human I have to have someone to be with at all times but it kills me to know that I someday I’ll leave them or they’ll leave me. I don’t believe in the phoenix witch like most Killjoys. We die we die it’s that simple.
Now I’m living with dr. death defiant or d for short. He fought in the Analog war and lost his legs now he sits around drinking juice and encouraging the killjoys. I go and run airings for him like food, water, and some meds. That how I repay him for giving me a place to stay. He sort of became a parent to me. He gave me clean clothes and proper shoes to wear. He gives me advice when I really needed it and taught me how to properly shot a ray gun. That’s what my life is so far. I’ll go to concerts and get information about the resent deaths so we can broadcast them to morn them. Life was fine until I got my mask.

Notes

next chapter later tonight.