Hit the Dust

"You've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free the machine will be prevented from working at all." -Mario Savio

Together, they're a machine. Large, loud and powerful. A machine can't function without every piece, but the war is raging and seperation is inevitable. Can they survive?

NOTE: This is a re-write of my Killjoy story "Lost", I felt the need to write it again with a new writing style and more thought. I'll remove Lost once I'm up to date.

I'm also sorry that there seems to be a glitch with the layout, I'm trying to fix it. For now you can read without the layout, I'm really sorry it's not very easy on the eye without it but the chapters don't seem to be working with it. I'll see what I can do to get it fixed ASAP!

WARNING: There will be language, there will be violence, there will be drug use, there may be mild sex.

DISCLAIMER: This is as real as Father Christmas.