Being a Killjoy might seem obvious at first, you point your gun and shoot the ones who shoot you. But they were rules, and they had to be followed precisely.

Number one, do not get caught. This means you had to be quick on the draw, lithe, and ready to take any risks, any risks.

Secondly, have no mercy for your enemy. To kill. To make them bleed, no matter how hard they plead. Being able to sleep at night, knowing the blood you've seen today would certainly not be the last.

But most importantly never (ever) leave the others behind. This one's the most important. Being a Killjoy is about rebellion, revolt. About fighting together, standing together. This is what makes them so strong, because they don't question that fact.

Because they're ready to die for the ones they love.

*

'There you go, steady, keep your eyes on the target, and shoot.' Ghoul explained standing behind Bonnie as he held the side of her shoulders, murmuring directions in her ears. 'Your arms have to be stretch and tense. You'll feel when your aim is set. Lift them just a little higher, yeah, just like that.'

It was early morning, the sounds of the waking birds were still chirping all around. The sky was a deep kind of blue and it harmonized perfectly with the aurora's tranquility. Well, if not for the loud resonance of Bonnie's ray gun that was shooting at Power Pup cans. They were aligned on top of large flattened surface rock. Ghoul didn't want to waste anytime. He came to wake her up just before dawn and had to drag her out of bed as she groaned (and looked) like a bear who'd just hibernated from a long winter. He promised himself he would make her the best Killjoy the desert had ever seen. But, there was work ahead, a lot.

'Don't crouch your back, your posture is very important and your shoulders are not straight.' He was meticulously positioning her body as if she was a plastic dummy in a clothing shop. 'Okay yeah, that's it. Now shoot.'

She missed the target, hitting a random tree. 'Shit. I can't do it. This laser thing, it's just so hard.' She sighed and wiped the sweat dripping down her forehead with one of her arms.

But Bonnie's panting wasn't about to discourage Ghoul, not even in the slightest way. He strolled in front of her and grabbed her head with his leather covered hands, pressing on her cheeks. 'Listen to me Bonnie, you keep doing it. We won't stop until every single can is drop dead on the ground. This is very different than shooting with a regular gun, but you'll learn, trust me.' He was bound and determined, pupils enlarging just a few inches away from her face.

'Ehh' She mumbled from her awkward position. 'O-O-kay.' Straightening her arms once more, her eyes focused on the aligned series of the infamous food cans. She took a deep breath and waited a few seconds for Ghoul's approval and finally pulled the trigger.

But Bonnie missed again. And again. And again.
And again.

'AW I SWEAR I CAN'T DO THIS THING!' She yelled, violently throwing her new toy on the ground, not even caring if the impact would break it. She kicked a pile of sand and sat roughly in the dirt. 'I'm not a Killjoy, and never will be, this is pointless.'

The raven haired man sighed and kneeled down to her side. 'Bonnie, don't say that. You have to be patient a little bit. For christ's sake you blew the headquarters up and now you complain just cuz you can't shoot a god damn can, you need to be more tolerant with yourself.'

She didn't look at him, pouting a little bit. 'Argh, I know Ghoul. But, I just, I can't do it.' She grunted, her fingers nervously tracing deep lines in the sand.

'Fine. Let's get inside and have a cup of coffee. But we're trying again later.' He gently tapped her back and gave her a hand so they would both stand up. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed by her defeating attitude. But she was a stubborn girl and that, he knew.

Bonnie grabbed her gun, making sure it wasn't broken. They both walked side by side to reach the green diner in the distance.

'Coffee seems nice. I don't know what it tastes like, but the way you said it makes it seem like a nice thing.' She admitted, feeling her anger slowly decreasing.

Ghoul's eyes widened. 'You never had coffee before?' He was a little startled by her statement.

There were so many things that people considered normal out here. But yet, she was unfamiliar to so many of those. It made her feel embarrassed, and undoubtedly stupid. 'Not that I can recall, no...'

'So that makes you a coffee virgin.' Ghoul joked, hoping it'd ease her mood out. He could definitely see the unconfessed shame in her eyes and hated it when she was upset. 'It'll be an honour for me to take away your virginity with what I call, the shittiest brew in town.' He wore his usual devilish smile and walked backwards in front of her.

Bonnie chuckled and punched him in a playful way. 'Hm, I don't think I'm supposed to talk to strangers, especially not the perverts with shitty brews.' She teased at him, the tone of in her voice was sarcastic and something like genuine happiness was starting to come through.

Ghoul was trying to avoid her punches, his warm and childish laugh resonated in the morning's landscape. 'Well, darling I don't think you have a choice now. It's either my shitty brew...' He quickly grabbed her waist and swung her over his shoulders. 'OR YOU DIE!' The Killjoy started running fast, making Bonnie scream from his sudden move as her feet kicked in different directions.

'LET ME DOWN YOU MOTHER FFF-' She panted, unable to escape his grip. Rough sounds of laughter and squealing cries coming out of her mouth. 'PUT ME DOWN GHOUL! YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST!'

Her voice trembled from the impact of his feet hitting the ground as he ran through the bushes at an incredible pace until reaching the building, finally dropping her down. Bonnie smoothed out the fabric of her precious crimson jacket as she tried to catch her breath. 'You idiot.' She poked his arm, a playful but slightly annoyed smile subtly spread on her lips.

'That's what you get for missing the target.' Ghoul grimaced, pointing out his tongue. 'Now, it's time for that shitty brew.' He opened the door for her, showing her the way.

'Yeah...' Bonnie mumbled, unimpressed.

Once they entered inside they saw Kobra and Jet sitting in the booth, they were carefully shining out their guns with old rags as the unclean sound of the radio was playing in the background. The rays of the sun came through the plastic shutters of the large windows, making the red color of the walls to reflect across the whole area. None of them batted an eye when the two friends walked towards the small crafted kitchen on the other side of the room. Ghoul started making some coffee while Bonnie laid her chest on the small counter near the sink, she fixed the steady drops of water coming out of it like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

'Alright, should be ready in about 5 minutes.' Ghoul said as he stretched his arms, yawning from the short night of sleep he just had. 'I'll go grab some stuff to eat, think we might have some interesting options from the supplies you guys brought yesterday.' He said before disappearing.

Bonnie grumbled something that sounded like a yes as she kept her unusual position, eyes still staring at the dripping repetition of the drops. She noticed the way Ghoul acted with her, he was always so patient and caring, maybe too much. Always trying to read her face to make sure she was okay. He somehow felt responsible for her happiness, but Bonnie didn't want to be a burden. She felt like she was standing in the way, disturbing the peace the four boys used to have. Since arriving here she'd only caused nothing but trouble, well at least that's what she thought. And to make things worst, she wasn't even able to shoot properly with her way too pretty stupid gun. What kind of Killjoys does that? Yeah you guessed it, none. Dr.Death and his talk about courage and fear, like it mattered somehow. Like she, would ever be able to achieve something great. Something meaningful. Something like changing the world.

'What you're looking at down there?' Party's usual cocky voice came from behind.

She cleared her throat and blinked a few times as she awkwardly straightened her body up. 'Ehh, nothing. I was just...' She scratched her head. 'Thinking.' Her voice sounded preoccupied.

'Mkay, you made that coffee?' He asked her, fingers pointing at the freshly brewed liquid. Party was looking particularly good this morning. He obviously just got out of the shower, a few strands of his soaked hair were sticking against his face as tiny drops of water were pearling on his forehead, slowly sliding down to his neck. His blue jacket was unzipped, revealing the adjusted black shirt we wore underneath. It perfectly moulded the shape of his well-proportioned chest, showing off a few inches of skin just above his leathered belt. And his pants, well, let's say they were the tightest she'd ever seen, making emphasis on the hm, thing in between his legs.

The sight of Party's hazel eyes widening made Bonnie realize she didn't answer his question, but simply stared at his body, the white of her eyes probably craving every inches of it. Did she just looked like a creep? Oh god she hoped not.

'Huh no he did. I mean G-Ghoul, Ghoul made it.' She stuttered, feeling her cheeks burning, they were probably flustered red by the time she finished her sentence. What the hell was wrong with her?

He studied her in a suspicious way. 'Okay, perfect then, hope you don't mind, but I'm really tired.' He said as he poured himself a large amount of the liquid in a weird looking bowl. 'You might need to make some again.' He winked at her. The boy couldn't lie, he kind of liked seeing her embarrassed like that. Party Poison knew he was handsome, all the girls from the zones desperately wanted a piece of him. Even the straight males would sometimes caught themselves staring at his ass. He walked away in a casual way and went to sit down with the other guys.

Bonnie nodded in silence and passed a harsh hand through her stormy hair, still thinking about the way she acted just a few seconds ago. She touched her cheeks to check how hot they were.

Ghoul came from the back with a bunch of items in his hands, dropping them on the counter. There was chocolate bars, Power Pup, fruit and other different types of canned food. 'There ya go, that should make it for today.' He stated as he admired the lot in from of him. They then both proceeded to pour themselves a cup of coffee from what remained in the container.

'Fucking hell, Party Poison the rat, stealing my coffee like always.' Ghoul cursed as he sat in the booth. Bonnie followed shortly, the only available seat being beside Party, she squeezed herself to fit in the tight space, feeling her muscles tensing as she brushed the warmth of his frame.

'So what's in it for today?' Kobra asked the group, still cleaning up his gun.

'I'll be keeping the watch, maybe you'd like to join me brother?' Party stated at his sibling as he roughly sucked on his nicotine stick.

Kobra glanced back, a hesitating expression on his face. 'Yeah, guess it's our turn...' He finally admitted.

The 4 Killjoys started elaborating plans, there was a large group of Dracs who'd just crossed the fourth zone and they would probably reach the sixth in a short period of time. Jet would be the one securing the home for the day while Party and Kobra would be hunting the desert until darkness came. Ghoul made it clear that he and Bonnie had to train for the rest of the afternoon. She couldn't help but groan silently at the thought of missing the targets again. Her ego was on the table and she would have to risk it all.

'How's that shitty brew Bonnie, think you ready for the training?' Ghoul teased at her, smiling devilishly.

'Pff, yeah. Tastes like fucking shit.' She grunted after swallowing the remaining brown paste in her cup as she clashed it against the table.

Party peeked a subtle eye on her, he couldn't help but enjoy seeing her on the fence, still unused at her wilder side, he almost thought it was adorable. Though there was definitely something scary about it. She glanced back at him, trying to pull the most serious face she could ever give.

'Alright, time to go guys, it's getting late.' Kobra said, standing up on his feet, a way of telling everybody else to stand up so he could get out of the booth.

The rest of the group nodded as they all went their separate directions, if not for Jet who was more than happy to stay home for the day. He stretched his legs on the now empty seats as he started scribbling notes on the back of an old BLI news paper.
*

Kobra and Party just got out of the diner, wearing their own personally designed masks as they made their way towards the hills, eager and ready to kill. They walked passed Ghoul and Bonnie who were going to the same spot as earlier this morning to continue their somewhat, rigorous training.

'Don't let her shoot you Ghoul!' Kobra yelled at them as he slowly disappeared in the scene.

'Hah yeah, and you fuckers better come back alive!' Ghoul shouted back. The two groups waved at each other as they slowly drifted apart.


*

'Alright, Buns, remember what I told you, it's all about the arms. Now shoot!' Ghoul stated, meticulously watching her as she fixed the target.

She obviously missed again, but this time she wasn't even surprised or upset, a part of her knew this would happen. She shrugged her shoulders in contemplation at her dramatic failure as she turned to face his friend. 'Huh, since when did you start calling me Buns?'

'Like right now, but if you don't like it I can stop.'

'Nah, it's okay, just, never had someone giving me a nickname before.'

'Well then, show me what you got Buns, cause it clearly looks like those cans won't be falling on their own.'

She sighed and repositioned herself. 'I never promised I'd be good. I'm trying okay?'
*

The afternoon didn't go as quick as he thought it would, the heat of the sun was causing them to sweat uncontrollably. They felt like chickens roasting underneath the constant UVs who clearly had no sympathy for them and the lack of wind was making it even worst.. She had only shot one can throughout the whole time and it wasn't even the one she'd targeted. Her aim was so bad it almost made Ghoul cry a couple of times. To his own surprise, it was him who called it a day, his patience not as solid as he thought it was.

'Alright, Buns, think it's enough for today...'

'Bu-But wait, I think I'll have it this time!' She claimed, squinting her eyes at the target, a desperate need to prove him wrong. But hey, Bonnie missed again. Controlling her anger with every bites of her strength, she groaned and glared at her friend with a disappointed look on her face.

Ghoul leaned closer to her and put an arm around her shoulders. 'Buns it's fine, I swear, we'll try again tomorrow...'

She sighed and pressed her head against the side of his neck. 'I'm sorry, I wish I could just do it. I'm the worst Killjoy of this fucking desert.'

'Hey don't say that, that's not true. You just need a little time.'

'...yeah, if you say so.'

*

It was getting pretty late and Bonnie was laying on her bed. Still feeling down about the fact that she hadn't been able to achieve any of her daily goals. She played with her gun distractedly, consumed by the thoughts racing through her head. So much has happened in the last few days, she couldn't even remember the day she first came here. Might be something like a week, or less, though it almost felt like a month. She was starting to enjoy her new life but there were still a lot of unanswered questions that needed to be addressed, slowly eating her up. Especially with that red haired guy. That guy who looked like the most self-centered prick in the world but also one of the most fascinating creatures she'd ever seen. His annoying cocky smirk, the way he smoked his cigarette as if you suddenly became uncool at the hasty sight of his moves. But then again, no matter how hard he tried to keep this facade, she had seen the other part of him. And it was that part that wouldn't leave her head. She wanted to help him, and felt like somehow, he could help her back. As if each of their broken pieces could stick together again.

She rolled in her bed, hoping she'd stop thinking about him. But the silence around her was making it impossible, there wasn't any action or background sounds in the diner to distract her from her thoughts. Jet and Ghoul were probably sleeping by now and Kobra and Party still hadn't returned from their watch. She wondered a couple of minutes just before deciding it'd be a good time to go out and practice her aim. Maybe being with Ghoul made her feel some kind of pressure that kept her from concentrating properly, and anyway, she goddamn needed to think of something else right now.

Tip toeing in the hallway, she got out the back door, making sure not to wake anybody up. As she stepped outside, the huge darkened sky above her reminded her of her times in the desert. When she used to eat scorpions and sleep head against the sand. She obviously didn't miss that, but there was this strange feeling of being free, that kind of rush, a soft addiction she suddenly realized she had been craving. The feeling of being on your own, with no one to care or think about, like the world belongs to you. Like you can go anywhere, without the eternal regrets of yesterday or the fake promises of tomorrow.

She stood alone in the cold night, facing the line of cans that had caused her so much trouble.
'Okay, shoulders, straight. Arms, stretched. Eyes, fixed. Focus.' She whispered to herself just before shooting. This time the laser hit the rock, almost reaching her chosen target. She took a deep breath and positioned herself again, concentrating so hard, she could already feel the sweat forming at the base of her neck. She shot a second time. Again, the same spot, just an inch away from the can.

'God dammit, Bonnie, are you a Killjoy or not? You can do this, come on.' Her voice softly murmured. She jumped a few times to crank herself up. Positioning her arms for the billionth time, she harshly stared at the Power Pup cylinders in front of her. But she didn't move or shoot, she waited. Waiting to feel it in her arms, when her aim would be straight, just like Ghoul told her.



'You'll never hit it standing like that.' A voice came from the back. She turned around and saw Party walking towards her. He just came back from his watch and had dirt covering his face with his mask standing at the top of his head. Why was he always there, sneaking up out of nowhere whenever she was spaced out on her own? She can't remember how many times his voice brought her back to reality.

'What are you doing here? I'm tryna practice...' She told him, taking a few steps back as he came closer.

'I know but, if you want to hit those cans, you'll never do it if you keep making the same mistakes over and over again...'

She frowned at him, hoping he wouldn't try to boss her out like he always do. 'How can you know I'm making the same mistakes? I haven't seen you since this morning.' She bragged, trying to keep it distant and short.

'Because otherwise you wouldn't be standing here all alone, desperately trying to shoot your gun.'

He made a point. Bonnie was only there because she wanted to prove herself that she could do it, that this time she could somehow magically find her perfect aim. She swallowed and let her guard down a little, realizing he might really be trying to help her this time.

'Would you let me show you?' He asked her, soft and kindly. The sound of his warm voice making Bonnie's heart beat a little faster.

'Eh, okay.' She admitted quietly just as the Killjoy reached her side, smiling at her.

She positioned herself again, thinking he'd give her a demonstration so she could imitate him. But instead, he pressed his body behind her. His hands gently grabbed the side of her waist, causing her to gasp at the unexpected feeling of his touch.

'You see.' He whispered in her ears. 'You're way too tense.' His hands starting to draw up her sides. 'You want to it so badly, that you're forgetting the essential.' He lifted her arms and pulled them back a little, making their bodies pressed even tighter. 'You're forgetting why you're shooting, what, you're shooting.'

Her knees were buckling.'W-what do you want me to do?' She murmured breathlessly, feeling his legs rubbing against the back of her thighs.

'Just shoot, stop thinking.' His breath tickled the side of her neck. He was holding her arms, making sure they were aligned, that she would stay still against his grip. 'Just shoot Bonnie, don't think.'

She smelled really good and Party couldn't help but inhale the scent of her messy hair, sending goose bumps across his body, he pressed his face even harder against the side of her neck, closing his eyes as he controlled himself not to taste her. His impulsive temper was taking over, but he didn't care. Bonnie shivered, reacting immediately from his abrupt intensity. As if all the tensions between them were suddenly being released, all the eye sex they've been having was finally discharging all at once. Her fingers were still pressed against the trigger and without thinking, she shot relentlessly as she squeezed her eyes together and turned her head to the side.

There was the sound of lasers exploding. But Bonnie didn't move, not even checking if she'd hit the target. She was trapped, somewhere in between fear and lust. She blinked, slowly. Party's face was now pressed against hers. His hazel eyes were devouring her, he was breathing against her mouth. Her lips were wet and panting. He then pulled on her arms that were still stretched out to wrap them under his grip. You could almost tell they were kissing, but they weren't, none of them was making the move.

Party groaned as one of his hands started sliding down her stomach, causing her breath to resonate even louder against his mouth. His fingers caressed the side of her thighs, just before gradually moving towards the middle, both of them arching their backs as he roughly applied more pressure. Bonnie cried out a loud moan, overwhelmed by this toxic feeling, she violently pushed him back and threw herself on her knees, sinking deep in the sand. You could immediately hear her struggling, desperately trying to escape from all the intensity boiling inside of her. The last move he made on her brought her back to places she wished her mind would never dare to go again.

Party stood behind her, shaking from what just happened. He passed a vigorous hand through his hair as he tried to catch his breath. Realizing he might have gone too far.

'Bonnie...'

'Go away.' She cried out.

'B-Bonnie I...'

'Go away, please, Party.' Her voice was trembling so badly, sharp gasps cutting through her words.

'I'm sorry...' He whispered as he turned around, his heart crushing at the sound of her broken voice.

She waited for his footsteps to take away as she lifted her head.

All the cans had fallen on the ground.

Notes

Yooooo, okay...... was that soft smut? I don't even know what the f this was, but it had to be done. (and I realized I wrote 'epilogue' at the beginning of my first chapter, but epilogue is supposed to be the end HEH, sometimes words, they slip through me! )