You're More Than My Hero

What a smooth ride... In the complete fucking opposite! If you ask me, this is the worse ride I've ever rode to! Why, you ask? There are lots of reasons. It would take me forever to finish it, but here are a couple of reasons that are actually the main reasons why I'm overreacting and ranting like this. First of all, though I'm lying on the backseat (relaxed and all), my legs are placed on a fucking mysterious man's legs! Talk about awkward! Weird! Disgusting! And how could he be so calm and collected about this?! Any guy would overreact in this situation! God, it sucks to be me right now... So much. What's worse, Party Fucking Poison is not the only fucking mysterious man in this car, there's Kobra Fucking Kid and Jet Fucking Star. Maybe you are all wondering why I add "Fucking" to their names? It's because they're so goddamn lame (their names that is)! I want to know their real names! Their less weird and not stupid names! Why am I even ranting about their names in the first place?! It's fucking worthless! If they heard every single word that came from my mind, they would only just laugh about it (because it's just their names, goddamn it!) or kick me out of the car ('cause they'd be sensitive if they do). Ugh, why are they so damn quiet? Is it because I'm here? Or do I have to start the yapping for them? Wait! I think I'm going out of the topic!

Uh... Okay... Second reason... Is that the car is running too fucking fast! Like how Party Poison run! It feels like we could crash in to something at any time and at any rate! I'm like riding a roller coaster going in one direction. Are they in a rush hour or something?! Besides that, how do they get used to these things?! It's scaring the shit out of me! Well, the only good thing is that we're not going through any humps or bumps. That would make the ride worse than it is right now. Damn the driver, who is Jet Star! Though he looks like he's nice, like I said before and always, he's mysterious! Like his other two companions! Sigh... Seems like I'm an outsider here... The outcast... Out of place... I know they all mean the same shit but it makes me feel like I haven't been saved. I only feel like I fell in to a bottomless trap in this fucking world, where you could die as easy as one, two, three. And why? Because of the Vampire-fuckers. Wherever you are, they will follow you. Wow, I'm like singing a song for them, for those no-good, goddamn bastards (which are those Vampire-fuckers). Speaking of songs, why isn't the radio on? I heard a song coming from it just a while ago. Maybe Jet Star turned it off. Tsk... Killjoy. Then, not only me this time, but all of us heard sirens coming from... I don't know, Police cars? They do sound like the police... And now, I hear the engines coming from... Motorcycles? Hm... Are they the comrades of these fellow gentlemen with me? I hope not. And why? 'Cause I'll even feel more mindfucked with all the goddamn mysteriousness and all. When Kobra Kid looked at the rear view mirror, which I can't see due to my position right now, he then looked at Party Poison and said,

"It's them again."

Them again? I'm guessing... The Vampire-fuckers? They don't stop fucking with us, do they? And now I have to be in their list of "people to fuck" with? I officially hate my life right now. I rolled my eyes, sighed and placed my arms on my back. Then, Party Poison pulled out his ray guns from his back pockets. He looked at me and asked (luckily, without that fucking smirk of his),

"Not used to warfare?"

"I think I can get used to it, I guess," I replied with no hesitation. Well, if I had one of your ray guns, then I might get used to pretty quickly, but you're not sharing even one of them! Party Poison nodded as he... Handed me out one of his ray guns. I gladly grabbed it and holding a yellow ray gun (which is not my type of ray gun, 'cause of the color. I'm more of a green person, not that green, you perverts!) made me smirk. This is my first time holding one of these babies, so of course I'm fucking happy about it. At last, Party Poison did something nice (aside from saving my life). Kobra Kid pulled out his dark blue ray gun and started to shoot, with half of his body outside the car (well, window of the car to be precise. What a fucking risk taker! He could get hit by a sign or post that would break his spine and shit that would hurt! In fact, he'd die if that happens). Party Poison looked at me for the second time in a row (a new record?) and asked,

"Can you stand or kneel?"

Uh... Are you out of your fucking mind? Of course I'm going to say no! My leg is bleeding and has a bullet inside it! Fucking idiot! I really wish I could shout this out to him, but I think he will seriously kick me out of the car if I did.

"I don't think I can. With my leg bleeding and all," I replied to him in a "Duh!" tone. Party Poison looked at the part of my leg that has been shot. He then reached out his hand to Jet Star and said,

"Bandage."

Oh, so now is the time to put a fucking bandage on my leg! With Vampire-fuckers chasing after us! Good timing, Party Poison! You deserve a fucking standing ovation! Jet Star handed Party Poison the much needed bandage and Party Poison immediately started wrapping it around the wounded part of my leg. Fuck, it hurt like hell, but the pressure made me feel that the blood isn't flowing out anymore.

"Okay. So now you can stand or kneel?" Party Poison asked for the second time and my answer for this second time is still fucking no! You stopped the bleeding, but not the pain (This is making me sound like a depressed poet or songwriter)! I just shrugged. I don't know what I can say to him at the moment. He's so hard to get to know of. He's making me feel damn stupid.

"Well, you should. 'Cause you get to shoot of those 'Vampire-fuckers' yourself. You know, for revenge, for shooting you and all," He said. Hm... You got a point. But it's still goddamn risky! I don't wanna feel pain again, 'cause I felt too much of it (for the second time, the depressed poet thing!)! But then again, I want a piece of those Vampire-fuckers so... Why not give it a try? I decided to get up, removing my legs from Party Poison's. Ah! I feel the throbbing pain! But then, Party Poison quickly stood up from his position and started to shoot those Vampire-fuckers through the open space of the roof of the car. Oh, so he already forgot about me? Hello?! Person in pain here! Ugh, forget it. I slowly stood up from the backseat and stood beside Party Poison, who's concentrating at shooting the Vampire-fuckers in their cars and motorcycles. I feel the cooling breeze, which made me forget the pain I'm feeling. It instead gave me a feeling of thrill and suspense, the adrenaline rush! I glanced at the ray gun Party Poison handed out to me and in no time, I started to shoot at those Vampire-fuckers. This is so action-packed! It feels like I'm in a video game, but only better and real! I get to shoot one of the motorcycles of those Vampire-fuckers, making it explode. I even saw that Vampire-fucker flying in the air. I noticed Party Poison looked at me, so I looked at him as well.

"Nice shot. Have you done this before?" Party Poison said. Oh, is this a compliment? This is new.

"First time. Cool for a beginner, eh?" I said, smirking at him. Party Poison smirked as well and said,

"Yeah, not bad."

Then we continued shooting down those Vampire-fuckers until every last one of them is killed. This feels so good... Killing the ones who tried to kill you (my depressed poet self is coming back again!) and as I said, I don't feel the pain that's coming from my leg anymore. Hm, I just noticed that I had my real and longest conversation with Party Poison. Well, that's another new thing. Hoping for more new things to come. After wiping out those Vampire-fuckers that are after us, we both sighed in unison (and Kobra Kid safely sat back to his seat again). We didn't mind it, as long as every one of those motherfuckers chasing after us is gone for a while. Then, he reached out his hand and said,

"My gun?"

I looked at his ray gun for a moment before handing it out to him. Goodbye, ray gun! We had fun while it lasted! When I gave it back to him, he sighed of relief. Wonder why? Okay, another mindfuck! Can you please tell me anything?! Anything about yourself?! At all?! He then suddenly chuckled and said,

"You know, if I hand someone one of my guns for their protection, when I asked them to give it back to me, the person would point the ray gun to my head and say, 'You Killjoys ruin what's perfect and beautiful!' Though we just saved them from those Draculoids. I would just simply push the person pointing me the ray gun and left him/her in the desert."

Huh? Killjoys? Ruining what's perfect and beautiful? Does that mean... Yes! He's telling me something about himself... Or something! Finally! Uh... Wait, that's not what I was supposed to say! Take 2! Killjoys? Ruining what's perfect and beautiful? What the hell does he mean by that? I gulped and decided to ask him that came from my mind,

"Killjoys? Ruining what's perfect and beautiful?"

Party Poison stared at me intently and said,

"Classified information. You'll find out soon enough."

"Fine. Have it your way," I said, letting out a "hmph" sound. Party Poison then shrugged and ducked... Well, actually, he sat down back to his backseat. I sighed and whispered to the breeze,

"We'll meet again, cool breeze."

I don't know why I just did that. I know it's fucking weird. But I just wanna let out what's on my chest right now. I then sat down as well, sitting beside Party Poison, without the legs thing this time. Good grief. Yawn! I feel sleepy... Well... The sun is going down so it's time to get some shut eye.

"If you guys don't mind, I'll take quick nap," I said. They all ignored me, which means "Sure, go ahead" for me, I think. I closed my eyes and started going to sleep. I then heard Party Poison say,

"Turn on the radio, Jet. Maybe Dr. D has some good lullabies for Frank here."

Wow, he used my name for the very first time (wait, I think this is the second time. Never mind). Then I heard Jet Star turning on the radio with the clicking sounds and then, I hear a voice...

"A not so good evening to you crash queens and motor babies. The sunlight's going to die once again so it's time for songs that will make you all step in to Dreamland. Here is SCARECROW..."

I kinda smiled on hearing the "not so good evening". Yeah, it is a not so good evening. Wait... It's evening already? Guess time really does fly fast. I then hear the guitar playing and melody of it is just soothing, it may be a lullaby. It makes me fall deeper in to "Dreamland" as Dr. D said. I really love the chorus, it makes wanna take out my lighter (though I don't have one), light a fire and sway it in the air. This band is so good. I hope I hear more of these... Kinds of songs... In the... Future.

*falls asleep*