Draculiod to Killjoy

You'd think since Battery City is ahead of the game, we'd take a break from all this fighting. I mean, I can't believe my Dad is training me to be a Draculoid! It's the worst job in BLI, and that's including the custodian jobs. Besides, I'm a girl. I don't see why I have to do this, it's not like any of my friends do this. My Dad must enjoy hurting me. Not that I don't think I'm good enough, just that I'm lazy and not much of an outstanding type person. A stay-in-my-own-box kinda gal.
"Stand up straight, no slouching. If you let your guard down for one second, you're done." said my Dad. He pulled my shoulders back and raised my chin.
"Keep your head up, and don't keep putting your head down." he touched my chin and put it back in place.
"Why do I have to do this, and why can't I be put in the city with my other friends?" I asked, and I pulled off my mask and sat on thechair with my arms crossed. It's time for one of my tantrums.
"Your too good for the faucilities, and you wouldn't like it there, it get's boring honey."
"But I don't want this job. I'm 18, well enough to make my own decisions, can't I manage bots or polish some metal, anything but this, pleaaaaaase..." he patted my head.
"You're my princess, and I only want what's best for you. Trust me you'lle love it, whe I was a boy-"
"See, that's the problem, I'm a girl. I like girl things, like purses, nail polish, and I don't know... pink. This just seems like a lot of running, and I'm not sure what the whole purpose is."
"Well, just this one time, please at least give it a chance. For me." He gave me a hug, and handed me my mask. I got up, and put it on.
"Bye Honey, I love you." he said, and I nodded my head, and closed large metal door. We stood just outside the city wall, me and a couple of old friends.
"Blake Mortin dressed as a Drac, that's a shock. Shouldn't you be at home reading up on your little...idk manuals." I heard someone say, and I walked outside with everyone else.
"Excuse me, but I became homeschooled for a reason. Clearly you're not as smart as I am." I tried to sound brave as I was fucking hot under that damn rubber in old Los Angeles heat.
"I mean, if you were smarter than I was, you wouldn't be in the same position as I am. But here we are, at the same 6-battery paying job."
We went to the desert, around Zone 4. It wasn't as hot as I expected it to be, but still, it was hot and I wasn't planning on taking off this sweaty mask until one of the guys gave in first. Just my luck though, we arrived at the place we were supposed to be, and I had to remember what my dad said. Back straight, chin up, uhh,...eyes...open.
"Remember Blake, were looking for anything that looks suspicious and danger to society, or the city." Said Roger. My partner, he was also my partner before I left. I didn't wanna get fired off the bat so I nodded and continued walking along side of them.
"so are all we doing is walking, because I got no proper training on-" I was interrupted.
"Roger, Blake, you take Zone 4, Ryan, Harry you take Zone 5, and Bryan and I will take Zone 6. Be back here in an hour, and if anything goes wrong, try and contact us, and we'll call for back up." said John, and we all separated. Me and Rodger were on our toes, but he took a breath when he handed me a ray gun.
"Fire this ONLY when you see anything. You wouldn't wanna rile John up. He drank too much oil fluid this morning." He said wth a playful smirk.
"Is that a robot joke? Cause' John is prewired with a hate towards me?" I quietly laughed.
"Not at all, he likes you, it's just that we haven't made much progress and the mate you're replacing shot his foot off on accident. Not to mention you're the first female we've had here." We stopped walking by a small hill in the shade.
"Being a Drac already sucks. I don't see why I have to go out on day one though, no training, anything, couldn't I at least know exactly WHAT awe do, I'm not much of a fascist." I said.
"There's another reason your Dad made you do this."
"Let me guess, he wants me to change my lazy ways, and actually get a job, be more like him." I sighed looking around for any signs of movement, while he did the same.
"No. It's safer here, if you went to the faucilities, you would be a different person, and he may not have seen you again. You could have died somehow."
"Being tested on would be better than standing in the fucking sun all day, walking, but couldn't we have at least been the Dracs with the cars cause' my dad was one of them for a while." I said, trying not to depress myself more than I already was.
"Blake, you have so much to learn. You're still the same funny girl I knew from school, and it was a damn shame when you left." He chuckled, now leaning against the cliffs wall.
"So...we're allowed to dirty our uniforms?" I laughed, looking at him.
"I suppose so. If John or anyone asks, just make up a badass lie like we were battling some rattle snakes."
"Those still exist?" I jokingly asked.
I heard ray guns being fired from Zone 5, where Ryan and Harry were.
"Come on, time to kill some fucking Killjoys." Roger said, pulling his gun to his side and running. I froze for a second. Ifollowed his lead but with caution. Nobody said anything about killing??!
"Killjoys? Kill?" I said. He ran over there, and I stood there thinking. All this talk my old friends used to say about them, and how their better than any BLI agent. And, how mean they are, and they suck on human blood. So many rumours. But, I have to kill them, no matter what happens to me.
I jogged over there, through this dirt, and trails, I seen my friends on the floor, even through this mask, it was hot. No sign of life anywhere. I don't see any Killjoys anywhere, but I know that my partners are so dead, so FUCKING ghosted.
"Aww shit! Roger!" I squealed rushing to his body. "Wake up, I can't walk back alone, please. Someone's behind me. I can feel their presence.
"Don't shoot me." I said in my 'man voice', still crouched on the floor. My hands were shaky holding that shiny new ray gun, I bravely got up and tried to catch my breath.
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't." I turned around slowly, and dropped my raygun. A man with red hair, and blue jacket. He was so fucking...colorful. But so terrifying at the same time.
"Don't suck my blood. I won't hurt you. Please." I said in my normal voice accidentally. The anxiety kicked in. He was going to kill me like he killed the guys.
"Wait a minute..." he said, and he came closer, he's going to suck my blood. HE'S GOING TO SUCK MY BLOOD!!!! He grabbed my shoulder, and pulled my mask off.
"...a girl Drac?" He laughed, and three other's came up from behind him, they must be his friends.
"Don't drink my blood." They all kept laughing. A short guy in a green uniform, a guy in a red jacket, and a guy with a curly fro in black. All laughing now as they were about to feast.
"We're not vampires and we won't suck your blood. But no really,... who are you?"
"Blake Mortin. This is my first day, I promise I won't kill you, I don't kill. And, you people must be the Killjoys, my father made me be a Drac, he said it's better then going to a faucility. Please, I don't know anything, like I said, it's my first day. Can I go home now?" I asked, still shaking and looking around hesitating.
"Or you can stay with us for a little while." said the one with a fro. "Unless there's more of you?" He raised an eyebrow and they all removed the scarves hiding their faces. All SO different, kinda mean looking but still trusting.
"No. Not coming near here at least. I promise." I gave the red haired guy my best honest look in hopes he wouldn't still kill me.
"Jet Star, she's a Drac, there's no way she can-"
"Please? I'll behave. I just don't think I deserve to die, I didn't do anything." He grabbed the cuffs from his pocket and put them around my hands behind my back, stepping on my Drac mask in doing so. "I wasn't even thinking about killing you, or...anyone. I didn't even want to participate in the war. I'm good, I'll be good. Just please don't kill me." I said, and I gave him my gun, and mask. He walked away, along with the other three guys. I stood there in shock and disbelief of the events that just took place. Had I been standing around my 3 dead colleagues, being cuffed and demasked by a group of colorful strangers?
"Arent you coming?" The red haired man asked. Appearently so.

Notes

I didn't realize what sexism and objectification was at 13 but now that I do, I hope you can get that I wrote Blake much like myself, girly, but lazy. And I don't remember much about how money currency works in this Universe, so I used batteries. I had the comics when they came out but as I started becoming less and less emo, I gave them to her, seeing as she was in her emo phase.
If you have comments or suggestions, please let me know, I apologize if I make any mistakes writing this, it's been 4 years.