A/N
First thing's first. This is my first ever fanfic. I like reading and writing, I'm a pretty big geek tbh... I'm from England so I apologise in advance for any American readers who are appalled at any mistakes about their country, I promise I'll research as much as I can before publishing something. I'm going to New York, New Jersey and Washington at the end of this month, 27th May 2011 - 1st June 2011. When my mum asked me where I wanted to go most I answered with New Jersey purely for the fact that MCR are from there. Then once it was all booked she asked me where I wanted to visit most in New York... I answered with Ground Zero (Site of the Twin Towers/World Trade Centre, because it was the reason Gerard formed the band. Yes, they were my genuine first thoughts. Don't judge me okay? =L

I love My Chemical Romance and I've been to see them at Wembley Arena on 12th February 2011 on the World Contamination tour. It was amazing. I couldn't stop shaking and I nearly cried. (Nearly being the keyword as I was with my step-dad and I have too much pride and dignity for that. =L Mikey's my favourite, but I do like a bit of Gerard as well ;) I would say a bit of Frank too but my best friend is just as obsessed with him as I am with Mikey, and tbh I'm not all that interested in him...

My Killjoy name is Nuclear Revenge, yes I'm aware that this is the lead, I do think she's based on me, but as I'm younger than her... I just think I've given her my personality slightly, but I can be really quite childish not to mention easily amused... =3

Anywhoo, on with the story =P

Stomp. Stomp.

The footsteps echoed through the hallway. They were caused by a tall figure, dressed in white wearing a grotesque vampire mask. Turning its head into each room, it looked around for any signs of life. It wouldn't find any.

Little did it know, in the small cupboard under the sink in the restroom, a small figure was curled into a brightly coloured ball, praying to whatever God may be up there that she wouldn't be found.

Stomp. Stomp.

The footsteps were fading away from the small ball that was Nuclear Revenge but another half an hour passed before she dared make a move to get out the cupboard. Slowly inching open the door, she peered out with one heavily lined and masked eye. It was all clear. Next she put her hands on the ground in front and slowly eased out her upper body, before dragging the dead weight of her legs out.

Nice foetal position there Nuke. Not only were you curled against a solid wall, but you've also numbed your legs.

Reaching into the cupboard she had just vacated, Nuclear Revenge pulled out a red laser gun that had a mix of red, green and pink stars of various sizes printed all over it. It was her baby.

Without me, my gun is nothing. Without my gun, I am nothing.

It was the phrase she had had drilled into her at the start of the war and it couldn't be more true. Slowly getting up from the dirty floor, testing the use of her legs, Nuclear Revenge started on her way to the door that would lead to the hallway that a Draculoid had only just exited. That thought made her feel nauseous.

Eventually she spotted the stairs, and quickly descended them, staying in the shadows with her blaster at the ready. Once she got to the main lobby, she automatically scanned the area for any signs that a Drac was waiting nearby. There was none. With this information at hand she stayed low and ran to the front door. Unlocked, just as she had left it. Smiling to herself, Nuclear Revenge eased it open, mentally cringing at the loud creaking the hinges gave.

Poking her head out first and having a look around, Nuclear Revenge was pretty confident there was no one about and slowly brought the rest of the her body out. Closing the door quietly behind her, automatic instinct caused Nuclear Revenge to flatten herself against the grimy wall before proceeding down the stairs.

The clothing choice was… bright. Her boots were neon pink and knee-high but covered by a pair of neon green legwarmers, decorated with neon pink stars. Underneath she wore thick, laddered luminous yellow tights, with red stars printed on them, and over the top of these she wore a pair of washed-out red shorts, with one yellow star on the front. The hems were turned up, making the shorts a length that should be illegal. On her on of her wrists was a thick yellow band with a single red star on it. On the other was the same, but the colours were opposites. On her upper half there was a long sleeved red top, with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, topped with a tatty and torn bright yellow tank top with red stars printed on it. Around her neck was a worn and ripped red tie with a faded yellow star on the end. Her eyes came next. They were covered by a lime green mask with electric blue stars on. Finally: her hair. It was four colours: Green, pink, red and yellow. The coloured streaks were extremely bright and stunning to look at. The different strands mixed in with each other, causing your eyes to swim in and out of focus just trying to separate them. She was definitely a Killjoy.

Sneaking around the corner she felt compelled to duck before sticking her head into unknown territory. Just as her head went down, she heard a whooshing overhead and saw a bright white beam pass where her forehead had just been. She was right to duck, her instincts rarely failed her. Holding her beloved laser in front of her, she sped around the corner and fired in the direction of the other beam. Her aim, as usual, was spot on. She waited until she heard a satisfying groan and then a thunk before she approached the bush that hid her attacker. Grabbing a long stick from the nearest tree, Nuclear Revenge parted the leaves of the bush and saw a strip of white. That was all she needed to know before she got the hell out of there.