Keep Running (Killjoy)

02

D.A.'s POV:
The only thing I kept my focus on was keeping the beat of my feet touching the ground steady so I wouldn't slow down. There was a possibility of going even faster, but the heavy load on my back wouldn't allow for that to happen. Glancing to my sides, Wyvern was close beside me while the other two girls were a bit farther back, although still far enough away from the Dracs to be considered safe. For the time being.

My breathing had become erratic and similar to loud gasps rather than actual breaths, resulting in me significantly slowing down since I couldn't get more air to my aching muscles. The same thing was happening to the rest of the group and after a short period of time, we all collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to keep going. My body fell down into the sand and struggled to breathe air back into itself. That was when I truly thought I was about to die since the Dracs were still on our trail and armed with better weapons than us. The sound of a few shots being fired filled my ears in the most unpleasant of ways and my hopes of everyone staying alive were the only thing left on my mind.

My eyes had tightly shut in fear of facing whatever happened after the shots. A group of footsteps walked towards where we all were resting, severely increasing my mental panicking. The Dracs caught up to us; we were all doomed and obviously about to die right then and there. We were such easy targets- all lying on our backs breathlessly, not able to move and escape our wretched fates. I couldn't even manage to make any noises come out of my mouth as I started to prepare myself for the inevitable death I was to suffer on that lonely area in the middle of nowhere.

A foot lightly tapped my side and the action was accompanied by a slightly rasping, male voice, "Hey, get back up, the Dracs are all ghosted. You're safe now."

I honestly thought that message was a trick, so my body stayed on the ground and I didn't dare open my eyes. A few more voices spoke in the background and the foot came back, only a bit harder this time. I convinced myself to only crack my eyelids open the tiniest bit so I could at least see who was kicking me. Hopefully, a friendly Killjoy or two rather than a member of BL/Ind's team trying to trick us into a false sense of security.

Directly over my head, there stood a guy who was obviously a Killjoy- bright red hair, vividly colored clothing, and a yellow mask over his eyes. I shifted my gaze a bit to the right, finding that there were three more people in his group that had saved us. They were also dressed in non-BL/Ind clothes, flooding relief into my system along with a burst of energy to get back up on my feet. Somehow, I'd managed to stand upright and quickly wrap my arms around the closest Killjoy in gratitude for saving us. He was clearly surprised at the sudden gesture and returned it for a moment or so before brushing me off to talk to the four of us.

"Don't want to be rude here, but for safety purposes, we have to know who you guys are." The red-haired one said.

"Small group of Killjoys fleeing from Section Five since her car broke down and Dracs would've come out to ghost us if we were parked in the same place for any longer." Wyvern replied.

"You had a car?" A different member of their side with dark, shoulder-length hair dressed in black, yellow, and green questioned.

"Yeah, it ran dry and my spare tank of gas was empty too. It's sitting in the middle of Five right now probably." I told them.

"Were you guys a group of responders to Dr. D's radio messages?" The tall, blonde guy continued with the questions.

"No, not officially. If any Killjoys were around wherever we were and they needed backup, we'd help them out. But we were never called out to be deported to another section on our own or sent to sweep the borders." Grenade answered.

"Got any weapons?" The last one with the biggest mass of brown hair asked.

"Yeah, not ray guns though. None of us could get our hands on proper weapons, just older ones that we could find around the abandonned buildings." Wyvern replied.

"Okay, I guess you guys are fine. We'll take you back with us and hopefully manage to hook your car up so we have another vehicle to use." Red-Head informed.

"Umm, just gonna warn you guys, she doesn-" Lithium bewared them before being cut off by me.

"Hold up, nobody is touching my car except for me." I spoke up defensively with my hands immediately finding their ways onto my hips.

"Yeah, that's what he meant. We're taking you back and picking up your car for you guys. Your skills of surviving around the desert here and running that hard with all your shït in these bags could really be helpful on missions." The short guy with shoulder-length hair explained.

"Okay, cool. Sorry for being all stubborn about it, but I'm really protective over my car." I apologized.

"Where exactly are you planning on taking us?" Grenade asked.

"The main buildings around where Dr. D broadcasts his messages." Answered the blonde.

"Wait, I'm so stupid for not realizing this sooner, you four are The Four Fabulous Killjoys right?" Lithium's awe was evident in her expression.

"Yup." Red-Head nodded.

That was when she ran out of air and turned red enough to attempt covering her embarassed face with her black and blue hair. Lithium had always admired the Fabulous Killjoys so meeting them alone would've been huge for her, but they actually saved our lives and were planning on bringing us back with them. Definitely better than anything we could've hoped for at that point.