are you all ready where you are? (p)

speckles of light seemed to rain down on the world, yet somehow so still and stagnant. only the twinkle of them alluded to them even actually existing. mostly, she wondered if anything ever really existed at all. settling into her position, a matte black sniper rifle resting on the ground and against her shoulder, she began to peer through the scope. the electric blue sights were like her claws, and she was a ferocious predatory feline. the very epitome of danger, and the definition of a shadow.
living under the radar of crows and the other inumerable minions BL/ind had was proving difficult. she had been in the walls of the city for almost a whole year now, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. perhaps now was the time. her target was the lead of this whole mess, the reason the world became so full of anarchy that pulsated through the zones at a seismic velocity. and it has never changed.
studying her target's gigure carefully. she took the first shot she saw. silence. alarms. the flash of red all around like a cruel game of strobe lights. she had to go, and now. luckily, DK had been planning her escape from this situation for months. she already had a motorbike waiting with a full tank to get her out of this hell hole. the turnpike gates were wide open.
she wasted no time getting out of there, revving the engine and speeding through the open gate. she wasn't the only one who did, though. shit. about three dozen crows and dracs were chasing after her, following her every move. if she could just avoid the fire of their guns and get deep enough into the zones, she might be safe. she didn't even know if she'd made a kill shot. it wasn't often she failed, but if she had? DK would be a fugitive, and her head would soon be served on the cold platter of revenge.
 
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As quickly as the day started it came to an end, going from a hot and dry summer’s day to freezing temperatures and sparkling, cloudless skies. The air was crisp, but yet danger always seemed to linger within it, as there was no rest for the wicked. This time around, Galactic Ghost, along with a group of stray killjoys who just so ended up beginning to follow Gal around as if they were his disciples, spent most of his time with the small group to search and rescue or kill outsiders. But killing them was depending on their intentions.
This wasn’t necessarily Ghost’s favorite hobby, or his main. He was into fireworks, blowing shit up, things of that sort. But fireworks were the reason he was chased deep into the zones by Korse; the main Scarecrow. For the longest time Galactic Ghost as a legend himself hid away in zone 7 with no one but himself, alone to party all by his lonesome.
Gal had lost himself in the stars, something he always took notice of and admired when the sky was clear, which tonight was perfect for such. He was crouched over on his propped up motorbike, his head resting in his hand as he stared up at the constellations. The group had hidden themselves behind an old BL/ind billboard, which had been spray-painted and given a killjoys touch of a warm welcome on both sides. The twenty something year old killjoy was lost in his thoughts but he was broken from them as he heard approaching engines. Not just a car engine but motorbikes, and lots of them. Maybe it was Korse and his clutch of ugly little bastard Dracs!
Galactic Ghost watched as one motorbike sped by, screaming through the air. Then another, then another, then a shit ton that he didn’t have time to count. He immediately slipped on his helmet and kicked his kickstand up with his heel, revving up his bike and speeding off with the gang to follow, rocket launcher in clutch.
 
as Doom Kitten flew by an unfamiliar billboard, dust spraying behind her, she could hear another group of engines start from somewhere she couldn't quite see. she'd turned her headlights off a mile back, hoping to be lost in the darkness of the zones, but the crows and dracs racing behind her had prevailed. they hadn't been as mindless as she'd always thought. the strange bikes she heard before were after her now, too. I really do not need more of you fuckers right now.
DK needed a plan, or a distraction, or at least a weapon she could fire qnd take out the whole lot of them. right now, her mind and holster were empty. a sniper wasn't going to help her unless she had high ground and could remain undetected. right now, that was completely out of the realm of possibility. not only was she worried about her, hopefully, eventual escape, but also if she'd even landed that shot on Korse to begin with. she was almost positive he wasn't gollowing, but was it due to a safety concern or death or what?
she didn't know, and right now she had no time to care. if she could get out of their lights, she could jump off of her bike and find solice in the cliffs, maybe. then again, she had no idea which zone she was even in, or if she'd live to see tomorrow.
 
Speeding up, Ghost, the little devil he was, decided to shit in their pills. You couldn’t see it because of his helmet, but he was smirking as he glanced over to one of the group members and raised a fingerless gloved hand to tell everyone to fall back and stay at a distance. He set the cruise control at a steady speed behind the pack of Draculoids and hopped up to stand on his bike, quickly swinging his rocket launcher from behind his back and propping it on his shoulder to aim. As he aimed at the back of the group, he steadied it, then fired. A stream of smoked trailed behind the projectile, but an explosion of color and sparks filled the air as it hit its target. What a show, Gal.. he thought to himself when he dropped down onto his bike, the rest of the killjoys racing forward to take care of any stray dracs. They all sped up to go through the flames and burning bodies in V formation. There were only a smaller portion of the Dracs taken out, and the fact that the rest had noticed the group of wild kids behind them didn’t make it any better, damn. It was time to get serious.
Ghost gripped his handlebars and hit the accelerator as he pulled out his blaster, taking out Draculoid after Draculoid. He knew Korse had to be somewhere around them, but that bald headed bastard was the least of his worries right now. He just had to get these freaks away from whoever was trying to get away from them, because he knew they were definitely chasing this kid.
 
What the fuck was that?
DK could smell the stench of burning sand and smoke trailing behind her. had they began shooting missles now? or was it a band of angels come to her rescue? the latter was very unlikely. that was just her imagination thinking too wishful. she was more rational than this. more logical.
maybe if she made a hard turn she could put more distance between her and the disgusting beasts racing after her. only one way to find out.
drifting her bike to the side hard and almost falling right off of it, Kit got herself behind a bit of the Dracs, and could finally see the form behind the exodus. their bikes weren't the same at all, and one shape in particular, illuminated by the embers sparking and flickering around them, piqued her interest. they seemed to be standing on top of the bike. odd. but this group of bandits were definitely not any of Korse's baddies. killjoys, perhaps? she would see soon enough, as now she was cutting diagonally through them and her assaulters. a show off? for sure, but not for them. it was more for her own self gratification.