This was a little rough draft of my Killjoy fanfic. o_o

Not the greatest, buttt... I don't careeee

Killjoys (c) MCR - My Chemical Romance

"S-Sparx…"

I frowned with my eyes closed. Did I just hear my name? Was I actually dead? No… I can't die. Can I?

"Sparx… Wake up…"

Yep, I'd definitely heard it. My eye lids were too heavy, though. I couldn't blink, couldn't see.

"W… Wha?" I mumbled, struggling to get up. My limbs felt weighed down, trying to force me back into slumber. Resistance was difficult.

"Sparx, it's me, Bullets. The bomb went off too early. You were hit pretty badly, so Punk and I brought you to the closest hideout."

Finally. My eye lids were lightening up. I blinked slowly, trying to focus. "Bullets… What Zone are we in?"

"… I'm actually not sure."

"Oh, great." Finally, Valence Bullet's face came into view; his dark brown eyes looked worried, and his hair curled around his face, like he was looking over me, and I realized I was lying down somewhere. Thank god we were in the shade of this strange building, or else the sun would have fried my sensitive eyes.

"Sparx? Oh, Sparx, you're alright! We were so worried…" I heard Punky start rambling on behind me and couldn't help but smile. My spikey-haired sister really needed to calm down. I sat up and sighed, trying to shake off the slowness from an unwelcomed sleep. I pushed my red streaked, black hair away from my eyes and adjusted the goggles on my head.

"I'm fine, Punky. I just seriously need to know where we are, and how we're doing on supplies." I spoke firmly, not bothering with small talk. I wanted to know exactly what situation we were in. Being a Killjoy was never easy, and it was especially never easy being the leader. I wasn't the leader type, but now, I had to be.

"Um… We don't really know. There's an abandoned gas station a quarter mile away, but that's all that's around. We're hanging in Elekid's little hideout…"

"Wait, who's Elekid?"

"Silver Electric," she explained. "She's a killjoy who thankfully lived nearby. Without her, we'd all probably be dead by now."

"Well shit." What kind of leader am I? I left my gang to die, and somebody had to protect them for me. So much for being the hero. "Where… Where's the car?" I looked up at my black haired sister who stood about a foot away.

"In the back."

"Well, come on, let's go."

"What? No! We can't leave yet."

"Why?" Punky was really starting to annoy me.

"Elekid… Wanted to join us…" My little sister played with her hands nervously. She hated objecting to me, but seemed stuck on her argument.

"Seriously?" I groaned inwardly.

"Yes. She was going to find her friend Trigger Danger…"

"Damn it, this is why I'm the one to make these decisions!" I snapped a little too harshly, but why couldn't Punk just leave me to do what was right? Now I had to leave these poor Killjoys…

"B-But it seemed like a good idea! Safety and success in numbers, right?" Punky looked down at her converses. Aw crap. I hate it when she's right. I hate it even more when she was logical.

"Augh… F-Fine, whatever! I don't care. They better hurry up though." I crossed my arms and looked around myself, feeling pouty. I was sitting on the ground next to a shabby, small house-like building with graffiti of all sorts on the walls. Not bad. I glanced down the highway, hoping to see the gas station Punky'd been talking about. I was always searching for a way out, a way to get up and leave, a way to survive.

The life of a Killjoy was much more difficult than we make it seem, with our strange costumes and reckless and obnoxious behavior. There was never a place to call home, no way of saying whether we would see the light of the next day. Dracs and exterminators were always after us, and the radiation here is a real killer. Being inches from death at all times really sets the mood back.

"Here they come." Bullets told me, and I turned to see the two walk over to us. Silver Electric was the girl, I assumed: her hair was a shocking, toxic green color with a silvery gray color on the tips. She wore camouflage capris and a striped tee under her denim vest. Trigger Danger was a man with dark hair, like Bullets', only it seemed to be a little brown. He had confused, brown eyes and scratched glasses.

"Well, there are the strangers." I huffed and got to my feet, brushing dust off of my strange, yellow capri-like pants. "Let's leave, now."

"Supplies." Bullets reminded me. Thank god he was always reminding me of stuff, or I'd be screwed.
"R-Right, of course. What supplies have you guys got? Might as well bring it all with us." I tried to act casual in asking so. I mean, they were following us, so we deserved to have their supplies. Trigger looked thoughtful, like he found it extremely hard to remember anything.

"Um… Elekid? Do we have supplies?" What the heck? Did he not know anything?

"Yes, remember?" She spoke gently to him, like he was a fucking five year old or something. "We've got some ray guns, a bit of food, and water."

"Oh… Right."

Elekid went back to grab the supplies. When she did, I leaned over to ask Punky: "What's wrong with Trigger Danger?"

"Amnesia," she whispered, "he can't remember much of anything. Elekid said she found him after raiding a BL/ind building. He was pretty scratched up and seemed very surprised to be where he was."

"Hm." That was a bit of a strange case. I wondered what the heck the Dracs were doing to their kidnapped Killjoys now. Usually, they just killed the Killjoys or brainwashed them and let them loose in Battery City, but this couldn't be the case, because Trigger seemed to know what he was.

Elekid came back, then, carrying the things she'd named off earlier. "Alright, I think I've got everything. We leaving?"

"Yep. I'm driving." I said before anyone could think of trying to drive. I was in charge, and damn it, I was making sure it'd stay that way. Elekid only shrugged and brought Trigger along with her while we went around back to our car.

Time to get back on track.