Hello! My name is Gina Maxwell and i am here to entertain you with my ridiculous plots and incredible music taste!
If you didn't get the memo, this is a *ahem* DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS FANFICTION, BASED ON THE INCREDIBLE ALBUM BY MY CHEMICAL FUCKIN' ROMANCE! WHOAAAAAAAA!
Yeah, i'm actually a new recruit of the MCRmy, i joined the bandwagon in October(?) but i LOVE MCR! They are such an inspiration to me and i just had to show my love for them!
Also, pretend that the singer of Mad Gear and The Missile Kid is a girl, because i totally screwed with what MCR think they are...
So anyways, reveiw and let me know what you think!
I DO NOT OWN DANGER DAYS, MCR, OR ANY OF THE BAND MEMBERS. ANYTHING YOU THINK IS NOT MINE, IS PROBABLY NOT MINE!
Mikey didn't know what hit him. It had been hard and he woke instantly. His eyes searched the room until they landed on something small and gray in the corner. A stone. Crap, he thought, it's that time of the month.
Gerard threw open the door to his bedroom. "Take cover!" He shouted ducking as another stone flew into the room.
Mikey threw himself under the bed, his hands covering the top of his head. "Where are the others?" He shouted.
Gerard thrust his hand over his shoulder. "They're in the cellar. C'mon!"
Crouching on the floor, they quickly crawled toward the cellar in the center of their shack. The wind howled as more stones were thrown in, crashing into glass.
Gerard lifted up the door to the cellar and Mikey climbed in. Gerard followed once he was inside and slammed the door shut. The beams supporting the small hole creaked, the one lantern flickering on and off. Mikey looked over at his other companions and sighed. Ray and Frank sat in the corner, both twiddling their thumbs.
Ray smiled, "I really hope you didn't forget Mother Nature's monthly gift again mate."
"Please," Mikey snorted, "How could I forget?"
Gerard sat down next to Frank and ran his fingers through his bright red hair. He hand was starting to be the same color; he had been sweating if off so much. "That stone really packed a punch." He said, pointing to a giant bruise beginning to form on Mikey's head.
Mikey stroked his forehead and winced. "It's not that bad," He lied, "I've had worse."
"Oh really, when?" Ray teased, slapping him on the back. Mikey winced again and didn't answer.
Frank remained quiet. "Hey, you alright?" Gerard asked.
Frank looked around. "Yeah, I'm fine." He replied quietly.
Mikey frowned. "I know what's wrong. It's been a year."
"I know it has," Frank said quickly, "Just give me time."
Of course, time was something they all needed, along with more food. Battery City was taking over the zones, their numbers increasing by the second. It was almost impossible to rest, let alone try to fight them.
Mikey sighed. The Dracs were getting antsy in their capture. They wanted this do get done fast and efficiently. If the killjoys were exterminated, then they could go on living their sugar-coated lives.
The wind stopped shrieking. Gerard poked his head out of the cellar and then called down to the rest of them, "Alright, it's safe now."
One by one, they crawled out of the hole and examined the damage the annual tornado had left them. It hadn't been much, a couple of things were thrown over, and some papers ripped off the walls. Gerard was thrilled the Trans-Am had survived.
"Not too shabby." Frank muttered, kicking some rocks out of the way. Ray nodded in agreement.
"Definitely not as bad as last month." Gerard said, settling down in the old booth bench. Ray opened the last can of Power-Pup and "tried" to divide it evenly among the four of them. The attempt was unsuccessful, leading in Mikey getting hardly any and Frank getting a huge mountain on his cracked old plate.
"This is bullshit," Mikey muttered, "I'm tired of these Dracs leaving us with Power-Pup. I don't deserve Power-Pup."
Gerard looked disapprovingly at his little brother. "Be thankful we even have this." He said.
Mikey sighed and looked over at Frank for support. He was now looking out the window, his long black hair hanging over his eyes. Mikey put his hand on Frank's shoulder. "You alright man?" He asked.
Frank shrugged. "It just hurts. I miss her so much…"
Mikey understood the process of losing a loved one; he had gone through it when his grandmother had passed away. There were several stages, grief, denial, acceptance and all that jazz. Frank was making it impossible to get over her.
Her would be his wife, Charlotte.
Charlotte. The Charlotte who played guitar for Mad Gear and The Missile Kid. The one with long orange hair, the one who wasn't mental. Charlotte and Frank had practically been a match made in heaven. They had been in love and together, they had a kid, Grace. They were happy. In love. Until last year…
Charlotte was ghosted last year.
Frank and Amber had taken the loss hardest. Amber was the lead singer of Mad Gear and The Missile Kid and Charlotte's best friend. Amber had some, ahem, problems. She had been born with a defect thanks to all the radiation, so she had ran away from Mad Gear and The Missile Kid, never to be seen again. As for the other members, Travis, Lucas, and Zac, they had been abducted by Dracs and are now working for Bl/ind. And that was the end of Mad Gear and The Missile Kid.
Mikey didn't know what to tell Frank. It wasn't going to be alright, they had established that last week when they had all nearly gotten ghosted by a couple of stray Dracs. "Would it make you feel better if we saw Grace?" Mikey asked slyly.
Frank's face lit up. "Really?"
Gerard was already reaching for the car keys. "Hell yeah man," He said, "I think we all need it."
Well, thanks for reading this far! Let me know what you think in the reveiws and subscribe to the story!
-Gina (Violet Lightning)