Duel Personalities

As the four fabulous Killjoys drove through the dry, dusty desert roads of California, Party Poison mindless plays with the radio set, jumping from station to station, while his fellow Killjoys layback and relax, cracking the odd joke, and commenting on how full and vivid the wild emptiness is. After a few hours on the road, Party stopped tinkering with the radio, and called out "Look alive Killjoys, Dr D.'s bound to be on soon" With the mention of that name Kobra Kid, Jet Star and Fun Ghoul all leaped up, their lazy, goofy half smiles replaced with a look of determination and importance. " Dr D did you say? I thought he wasn't able to broadcast anymore after that last Drac attack? Kobra Kid called out in suprise. With the sudden outburst from his brother Party Poison turned around, one hand still on the wheel, cocked his eyebrows at Fun Ghoul, and replied in a mocking tone "Well well, you think something as little as a 2-bit Drac raid could put on Dr Death Defying do you Kobra?". "Well, of course not Party, but I didn't think he would be up and running again for at least a few more weeks" Kobra half yelled, almost too quickly, raising his voice to try and hide the hint of embarrassment that was present in his voice.

As the beat up car drove on, passing under the starry Cali night, Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid had snuggled up against each other, and fallen asleep together, sprawled out across the back seats, while Jet Star loosely held his blaster in his hand, elbow sticking out the window, humming Metallica songs to himself, in an effort to stay alert and vigil, while Party Poison carried on driving, not showing any signs of fatigue. "You seriously humming Metallica Jet Star?" Party Poison called out after a few hours of the situation ceasing to change, and present a more exciting, adventurous circumstance for him to engage. "Yeah, it helps keep me alert, you got a problem with that Ger... Party Poison" The fro'ed man spat back, temporary taken off guard by the red haired man's odd objection to his choice of music. Realising that Jet Star was simply beyond tired, Party Poison turned back to focusing on the road, he knew his friends had had a few rough days tracking him down after BL/inc had somehow managed to find where they had been holed up, and he had gotten seperated from his team.

As the four Killjoys ride on through the night, till the gas lamp in the sky rises, bringing with it its majestic rays of radiation, they keep on traveling, pasting ghost settlements here and there, places once occupied, and now empty and desolate due to the work of BL/inc and their Dracs. People living peaceful, free lives, mercilessly rounded up, some killed, and taken by the bald devil Korse back to Battery City to be reprogrammed, and adjusted to 'normal' life. As noon approached, Party glanced at the fuel dial, and announced to the rest of the car, who at this time were eating travel food out of cans, "Look guys, we are getting low on fuel, we need to stop off somewhere soon, there should hopefully be somewhere in the next 40-60 miles where we can get some gas, grub and stretch out legs". Hearing Party's announcement, the three men all yell out their agreement with the idea, and quickly went back to stuffing their faces with what little food they had left in the car. Seeing their reaction, Party just lets out a half laugh, and with a crooked smile on his face, sets down the make shift road, going faster than before.

About 40 minutes down the road the Fabulous Killjoys spot a little, semi-abandoned village, holed up in a massive ditch along one of the bigger, more used roads. After navigating the steep sloaps down towards the small village, Party Poison drove towards the edge of the village,and pulled up into the first gas station he saw. "Right Killjoys, we need to fill this baby up with gas, and gather supplies, Kobra Kid, Jet Star you stay with the car, and see if the station has any rations and medical supplies we can store in the car for emergencies. As for me and Fun Ghoul, we're going to go find some grub for all of us, and maybe something a little special". With the orders issued, the four Killjoys quickly split into their pairs, and went their seperate ways.

As soon as Jet Star and Kobra Kid had turned around, Party Poison grabbed Fun Ghouls hand and ran off towards the center of the village. Darting through the streets, Fun Ghoul flailing behind him, barely able to stay on his feet, let alone keep up. "So Fun Ghoul, do you know what I want" Party called out, trying to keep his voice monotone, as to not give anything away. "Well knowing you, we are liking going to get some fucking disgusting BL/inc food, because it stays edible for ages and is cheap" Fun Ghoul replied, the distaste clear in his voice. "Maybe thats what we'll get later" Party replied, his voice akin to a rasp, and in one flash movement he twirled into a small, dark alleyway, that was largely invisible unless you where stood right next to it. "Right now I want to some fun" Party finished off saying. And before Fun Ghoul could utter a word Party Poison pushed him against the wall, pinning him in place, and starting to passionately kissing him, his tongue worming his way between Fun Ghoul's lips and entwining around Fun Ghoul's tongue. Completely taken back by his leader's actions, Fun Ghoul takes a moment to realise what is going on, but quickly snaps back into reality, and returns the passionate kiss, pushing back at Party Poison, grinding their bodies together as they ferociously make out. Gasping for air Fun Ghoul say between kisses "Ah Party, why didn't you just say" but quickly got cut off by a renewed assault upon his mouth by Party's tongue. As Party Poison continued kissing Fun Ghoul, he loosened his grip on the other man, and let his hands freely explore Fun Ghoul's body, one hand settling on his chest, while the other hand reached down to Fun Ghoul's crotch, and slipped his hand into his skinny jeans, finally reaching the man's now semi-erect penis, grabbing in firmly through Fun Ghoul's boxers. "Oh Ghoul..." Party Poison panted, unable to say anymore because Fun Ghoul had just recommenced his own passionate attack on Party Poison's pale lips.

As the two men passionately made love to each others mouths, Kobra Kid and Jet Star were able to fill up the car, as well as obtain some basic medical supplies for their first aid set, if it could be called that, living the rough live on the road meant some basic needs went uncatered too, not that any of the 4 Killjoys minded. Having finished packing the supplies away in the car, they were about to head into the village center to assist Party Poison and Fun Ghoul when they saw a pack of Dracs heading their way, they knew they had no choice but to stand their ground, even if they managed to hide, they would see their now rather infamous car. With a glance and a nod between the two men they rushed to separate sides of the car, Kobra Kid taking shelter by the bonnet, while Jet Star slid into place, hiding by the boot. As the footsteps drew nearer the two Killjoy drew their blasters, they might be outnumbered, by they had the advantage of experience and shelter, while the 6 Dracs where out in the open. "If we jump them now we can finish this in seconds" Kobra Kid urged Jet Star, however Jet Star simply shushed him and said "We have to give the others time to get back, once we open fire, there will be more Dracs here before you can say Dr Death Defying". Realising the wisdom of his friend's words, Kobra Kid remained quite and gripped his blaster a little tighter, if they were to get out of this one, his brother would have to hurry up... However there wasn't much time, the Dracs would surely notice the Car any second, and if they saw the car it was only a matter of minutes at most for the call to go through that the Fabulous Killjoys had been located in some small, washed up back village. "Kobra, I'm going to call Party Poison on the radio, I need you to keep an eye on the Dracs, and not do anything rash or heroic" Jet Star called out, and without waiting for the younger Killjoy to argue he jumped up from behind the boot of the car and dashed to the side of the gas station, which was less than 10 meters from the car. Panting from the sudden sprint, Jet Star Pressed up against the hard concrete wall of the station, placed his blaster on the floor, and quickly set about raiding his pockets trying to find his radio set.

Back across town in the village center, Party Poison and Fun Ghoul showed no signs of letting up anytime soon, both men had flushed faces, and neither were backing down, both almost angrily pushing into each other as the continued to make out, when out of the blue *beep* *beep* "Party Poison, this is Jet Star calling in, we have company, not sure how many, but at least 6 Dracs are heading our way, we need to leave, now" *beep* *beep* Flushed and out of breath Party Poison grabbed his radio from his back pocket and panted in reply *beep* *beep* "This is Party Poison, me and Fun Ghoul are heading your way now, sit tight, and die with your masks on if you have to" *beep* *beep*. Fun Ghoul, who had slumped to the floor, exhausted from the rough, energetic session. As he looked up he saw Party Poison, his cheeks almost reaching the same bright red as his hair, blaster in hand, mask on, "Well I suppose those two need saving again huh" Fun Ghoul said in a raspy voice, between gasps for air. "Something like that" Party Poison replied, a grin creeping onto his face. "Now lets go" Party Poison called out, grabbing Fun Ghoul's hand, and pulling him to his feet.

As the two Killjoys ran back towards their vehicle,they saw the white mob of Dracs Jet Star had warned them about, but it was certainly a lot more than just 6 of them, closer to 16 at a quick estimate. "Well shit" Party Poison angrily called out "Had it been 6 or 7 we could have taken them alone, but now we'll either have to lead them to the others, and lead a pincer attack on them, or draw them away and double back,. For fuck sake, I shouldn't have let something like this happen". "Don't worry about letting it happen Poison, it is what it is, and its not your fault anyway" Fun Ghoul quickly replied, not about to let his beautiful leader blame himself for this. Deciding not to waste any time Party Poison grabbed Fun Ghoul's arm and tore down the side road "I took this off the Dracs when they attacked us last" Party Poison quickly gasped producing with his free hand a smoke grenade. As the duo reached the end of the street Party Poison lobbed the grenade at the group of Dracs and dashed infront of them, letting go of Fun Ghoul inorder to draw his 2nd blaster "TO THE MOTHERFUCKING CAR" He yelled out to Fun Ghoul, and the other Killjoys if they happened to be within earshot.

Seeing the sudden explosion Jet Star grapped his blaster, signaled to Kobra Kid, and dashed back to the car, "That can only mean one thing" He called out to the youngest Killjoy, who eagerly replied "Party Poison's bring the party to us". The two friends smirked, and then stood up blasters ready, only to be greeted by Party Poison and Fun Ghoul sliding down, their backs bashing into the side of the car, as they twist to face their foes. "AND FIRE" Party Poison called out, and without needing to be told twice the four Killjoys all opened fire towards the massive cloud of smoke that had consumed the Dracs. "Jet Star, Kobra Kid keep them busy" Party Poison replied not a 30 seconds later, as he pulled the driver's door open and slid in, while Fun Ghoul jumped in through the back seat window, which he had left open, and carried on shooting from inside. Twisting the key in the ignition, the engine roared to live, and Party called out to his comrades "jump in". Not taking a split second to even nod their agreement, the remaining two Killjoys slid into the car, Kobra Kid taking the front seat, while Jet Star slid in next to Fun Ghoul. "KILLJOYS, LETS HIT THE ROAD" Party Poison yelled out as he slammed on the gas, driving straight towards the remaining few Dracs at full speed.

Just before the car splattered the Dracs however, Party Poison pulled off a perfect U-turn, creating a mini dust storm to baffle the already confused Dracs, and raced off, back towards the upwards sloaps that would take them away from here, and back onto the road.

As the Killjoys sped away from the town, the four of them compared embellished, heroic stories, of near misses, crack shots, and deeds, all seemingly forgetting how simple and easy the fight had ended up being due to Party Poison's ingenius idea to take the smoke grenade from the last assault. As the hours pass, the other three Killjoys all relax, lie back and enjoy a drink and some well eared rest, while Party Poison kept focused on the road that laid before him. However as the hours passed, and Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid and Jet Star had fallen asleep, Party Poison noticed a lone figure, with short, white hair, and an incredibly pale face. However what really stood out to him was the, almost ghostly, figure's outfit, black trousers, with a black and silver marching band jacket, almost as if he had been part of a parade, but had gotten lost, not that these parts had seen a Parade in many years.

Trying to push the phantom parade marcher from his mind, Party Poison carried on driving, and driving, till he started to feel groggy from the days events, and was about to nod off at the wheel of the car, when he felt a sharp nudge...

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