You Want The Heart, Or To Be Saved

There are many ways one could describe California in the year 2019.

Those living in the city, Battery City, might describe it as a haven, heaven on earth or a 'perfect world', especially if you're on the pills BLI doles out. Of course all these thoughts are nothing more than artificial happiness, created by a combination of chemicals all mixed up in some lab nobody knows the whereabouts of.

On the other hand if you were to come from the outskirts and the surrounding deserts of that city your opinion would be very different, especially if you've been slapped with such a label as killjoy; even worse if there's a poster of you somewhere with a black bar over your eyes reading 'exterminate'.
That's when you have something you really need to worry about.

A certain group of these black bar people that you might come to know if you are unfortunate enough to be living in such dire times are known as the Fabulous killjoys, self-titled of course since there aren't many of their kind around and the city dwellers sure aren't going to be doing them any favors.

These so-called Fabulous Killjoys love nothing more than causing chaos, screwing up the perfectly organized system put together so carefully by BLI and nothing would make them happier than to see the perfect order come crumbling down in ruins. Freeing the people of Battery City from all their hypnosis and pills, for them to be able to see and discover true happiness for themselves.

It was a noble idea and an even nobler pursuit but the whole thing could easily be hindered, say by death for example.

Yes, the Fabulous Killjoys or should one say the ex-Fabulous Killjoys had met their inevitable fate. Everyone had seen it coming, ever since they started their campaign to bring an end to BLI and its mind manipulation, there was only so long they could walk along the fine edge of the blade, waiting to fall on one side or the other. Unfortunately it had simply not been in the cards for the small group to stick around long enough to see the end of the monochromatic industry, God rest their brave little souls.

Party Poison, the leader and easily the most conflicted of the foursome had been taken out by the Chief Exterminator of the Scarecrow division during a moment of weakness, one shot in the head by a laser-blaster and he was out.

Kobra Kid, he was the second to go and the little brother of Party Poison, he had seen his brother's death and it was inevitable he would lose his sanity after having his only remaining family taken from him; guess it was best for him to go out quickly after getting Party's ghoster in the leg.

Fun Ghoul, was third and tried his hardest to keep the only remaining killjoy and the girl they risked their lives to rescue safe, despite Jet Star's protests he barred the building's door and took with him as many draculoids as possible.

Jet Star, the fourth and final killjoy to fall, he had been running out of the building with the girl in an attempt to get her to the groups car and far away from the city but he simply didn't move fast enough and was last seen by the killjoys sprawled out on the bonnet of the car.

All deaths tragic, all four of them greatly missed by those they knew best; they were even mourned by the killjoys who they had yet to meet.

They were not simple anarchists and rebels, they were a symbol of true utopia for all who wanted to retain the emotions that would be forcefully taken from them by pills and hypnosis machines back in the black and white Battery City.

They encouraged people to be who they wanted and to fight for what they believed in even in the face of danger and possible death, when all personality would be torn from your body without so much as a second thought.

The Fabulous Killjoys of Zone Four were not just troublemakers or misfits; they were revolutionary.
They were hope.

Notes