When the Sun Goes Black 1/?

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When the Sun Goes Black 1/?

In the boiling desert sun, everything seems far away. A foot is a mile, an hour is a decade, the ones you love are a lifetime away. Right now, in my jacket and scarf, water seems as close as Heaven. Maybe it's not that far though...
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The first thing I saw when I woke up was red. It was bright red with a dark tint to it. Slowly, a blob that resembled a face shifted into view.
"IT'S ALIVE", the blur said dramatically. *Am I? This might be Heaven. I could be in a very dusty, grimy Heaven where angel's have strange, bright hair colors and fuzzy profiles...*
"Bout time", another voice boomed from far away. My sight was slightly better now and I could actually make out objects and a few details. I was right. The blob was the face of an angel. He was wearing a light blue jacket with half sleeves and a yellow mask.
"We found you in Zone 3. I think you might have had a heat stroke. You were unconscious and shit. Jet took care of you, though. I'm Party Poison."
*Umm.... hi. I'm guessing you have very active vocal chords.* "Water?"
"Oh... sure. HEY GHOUL!!! WATER!" And with that, a short man with black hair trotted into the room carrying aqua. He was gorgeous. More than that. Beautiful.
"This is Fun Ghoul. He was the one that spotted you. Are you hungry? We have plenty of Power Pup, so, you know, help yourself." *I'm gonna get tired of hearing this voice sooner or later. I need out of here.* Where was I gonna go? BL/ind was looking for me. I was wanted, and being by myself might not be safe if the Dracs find me. Then again, staying with people I didn't know wasn't a good idea either, even if they were very generous and beautiful. If they were genuine, I wouldn't want my stupidity causing them to get ghosted.
"What's your name?", Ghoul demanded. *I can't tell him my name. My name isn't safe anymore. 22 isn't a Killjoy. She died in Zone 3 from a heat stroke and vultures got to her remains. I don't have a name. Wait... candy. FUCK! I'm hungry. No, candy- I'm definitely on to something. Skittles. Something to do with Skittles. Skittles spelled incorrectly. Cap'n Crunch. FUCK- I'M SO HUNGRY!!! I'VE GOT IT!!*
"I'm Cap'n Sckitalz. I think I'll take you up on that Power Pup offer, Poison", I answered nonchalantly. *Hey, I'm good at this!*
"Ai, Ai Cap'n!", he said, leaving to get the most heinous food product known to man.
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It was silent. Poison delivered my food and disappeared, leaving us alone in this dimmly lit room. Then, out of nowhere, he spoke.
"I saw you on the ground... you were still and bright red, and you weren't breathing at all... I resuscitated you, but you didn't come to..... I carried you to the car and poured water on you and you opened your eyes..." He was shaking now.
"You okay?"
"I know you're lying about who you are. I just do. I'm cool with it. I know you have a reason."
"How did you know that?"
"I just know."
*Should I tell him? Give him my secrets*, I asked myself. *NO! YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT KIM! DON'T TELL HIM!!!*
"My dad is a Drac. He couldn't stand having a Killjoy for a daughter, but didn't kill me. When they found me, they tried to ghost me, but he got in the way. He's dead. Everybody's dead. My real name is Kim. My Killjoy- 22, she doesn't exist anymore, either. I don't have a name- the way to protect myself is to change it everyday. Names are too vunerable." *Mental facepalm*.
"You didn't have to tell me."
"I know that, but I did anyway."
Party Poison marched into the room just then. He had three other people with him. The two men were both tall, one with a blonde/brown hair and an awkward build and the other with a black fro. The other was a little girl with a brown fro and big blue eyes.
"Cap'n, this is Kobra Kid- he's my brother, Jet Star- he took care of you, and Grace."
Kobra Kid was the awkward one. He didn't say anything, just looked vacantly into the horizon, though we were indoors. He was wearing a red leather jacket and a yellow and black shirt with a sort of zebra pattern. He had a yellow helmet with "GOOD LUCK" written on the visor in white. He took the helmet off, only to reveal a poker face.
Jet Star's hair confused me. It was curly, but not quite fro material. Compared to Grace's, it was just a hot mess. He was wearing a denim blue jacket and had already taken off his space man helmet.
"Um, hi..."
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I got bored and figured "What the Hell. Might as well take the time I spend doing nothing and do something semi-productive". Tell me what you think. At this point, I'm not sure how many chapters there are, or if I should even continue it. I need feedback.