Chapter Five - A new face.
The young Killjoy kicked away the sand and dirt at her feet, and clawed at the gloved hands of her attacker, she saw the small portion on white fabric and at that moment he knew she was finished. The hands tightened at her neck, and she gave up her fight. The sharp pinprick atherneck brought her to her senses, and she could almost feel her pupils diliate. Her attacker loosened their grip, and she fell to the floor, weak and powerless. Her eyes widened with fear as she blacked out.
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"I'm no real expert, but I suggest we raid at dawn. We'll have the cover of darkness, and the Dracs get lazy after sundown." Ray stated.
"Well, I'm no expert either, but I say we go with Ray. Seems pretty accurate to me. Don't all the Dracs disapear after sundown to go and jack off over Korse?" Frank added,with a quick grin.
"OH KORSE. OH BABY." Mikey added, trying to keep a straight face. Everyone else broke out in peals of laughter.
"Anyway," Gerard started, trying not to laugh again. The scrape of a weight being dragged disturbed them. They tugged their bandanas up from around their necks to cover the bottom portion of their faces. They came to face a scrawny teenage girl dressed in a tatty jacket. Holly's hand instinctivley went to her raygun on her hip.
"State your name, and your purpose here." Gerard demanded, taking the girl by suprise.
"I-uh-I'm uh, Hydrogen Impolder. I-uh, got lost in the zones. Please. Help." She stuttered, obviously intimiated by the group. Holly had her doubts abot the girl, so she stepped up to discuss the matter with Gerard.
"Poison. I vote we keep her under surveilence for the next 48 hours. If she shows no suspicious signs, I suggest we help her on her way." She kept her voice hushed.
Gerard nodded. "Okay kid. You're staying with at least one of us until we know we can trust you for the next two days. Starting now. My name's Party Poison. The dude with the 'fro's Jet Star, the midget with the 'tatts is Fun Ghoul, the lanky blonde guy is my little 'bro Kobra Kid, and this is Kryptic Korpse. Ghoul's sister. I wouldn't suggest fucking us about, especially not myself or Ghoul. Questions?"
The girl shook her head, "I won't sir, uh, Mr. Poison. Mr Ghoul. Mr. Star. Mr. Kid, and uh.."
"Just call me Kryptic. I'll keep an eye on her tonight Poison. If she tries anything, I'll give you a shout." Holly nodded to Gerard.
Gerard pulled down his mask, nodded to Holly and retreated to his room. The rest of the group followed and disapeared apart from Mikey.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright on your own tonight babe?" He asked Holly, lacing their fingers together.
"I'm twenty two. I can cope with a kid for the night. I'll come and grab you if I need too."
"Feel free." He raised his eyebrows and flashed her a cheeky grin before leaving himself.
"Dirty bastard! There's a kid about!" She yelled after him laughing. She heared a faint laugh in reply, then turned to Hydrogen.
"So. Kid. I'm guessing you'll be hungry. Here. Grab this." Holly said, rumaging around, then passing the can to the kid. "aaa-and this." rumaging round a bit more she dug out a retlativley clean fork and passed that to her too. The kid's eyes widened."Yes, that's for you. Knock yourself out."
Watching the kid eat gave Holly time to study the girl. She noticed her pearl-blue eyes were dialted, the way the kid's hands shook, and most importantly the pinprick of a needle sized trace that gave away the fact that something had been injected into her neck. And recently from the looks of it.
"That lanky blonde one. Um, Kobra Kid. Is he your boyfriend?" the kid asked.
Holly narrowed her eyes. She didn't want to give too much information away, but it was more than kinda obvious. She'd never really thought herself being named as 'Mikey's Gilfriend.' "Yeah, I suppose so yeah."
The kid nodded, and they both fell into a silence.
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