MCR Killjoy Story
2019: The Adventures of the Fabulous Killjoys
So, I've decided to make another story. I'm sort of putting this out here for a little anniversary to the release of Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys. This is obviously based off of My Chemical Romance's (not very) new Danger Days concept. I've brought in my killjoy Alteration Earthquake to be in it too. :D I think this will be fun to write. My killjoy story is very loosely based off an rp (role-play) I have with one of my friends, and by very loosely I mean it has almost nothing to do with it except for the characters. I might bring in another character much later, but I am undecided with that. But please enjoy this story to the best of your likes, and please review. Reviews of any kind would be muchly appreciated. :D P.S. I will continue my other story [Not My Only Reason] as soon as I figure out what to do. I am having major writer's block on the story, then my computer had a virus for about three months so that also sort of delayed it also….
Disclaimer: I do not own Jet Star, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, Party Poison, Better Living Industries, draculoids, or any of the likes in this story. I only own Alteration Earthquake.
*Party Poison's Point of View*
I looked out at the scene before me, the normal desert I've been seeing for the past six years. I sighed as I looked around. I was tired and annoyed. I hadn't been getting any sleep from staying up late, and it was really getting to me. I wished I could go back inside our garage hideout/hangout and sleep, but I just couldn't bring myself to move my lazy self from where I was all the way to the bed I had set up in one of the random rooms inside it. I knew my friends would bother me anyways, mostly for not speaking to them for the past few days. Outside seemed the better option for once.
"Jet! Where the hell is Party?" my brother, Kobra Kid yelled. He was about three years younger than me, but we were the closest brothers in the world. Before this whole mess with Better Living Industries, we were close. We would hangout with each other, tell all our secrets, anything and everything. When the Industries rose, we only became closer, and even ran away from the mess. We only relied on each other for a few years before letting anyone else hang with us, and be part of our 'little gang', as the rest of the world would describe us.
"How the fuck should I know? You were the last one to talk to him!" Jet Star yelled back. Jet Star was a great friend. He was the first person Kobra and I had come to trust and become friends with as we learned to trust some of the world again. He never told us a lot about himself, or his past and we could always tell it made him sad to think about it, let alone spill every detail about it. All we knew was that he left someone, and he needed to find that person before the person was hurt. That was years ago though, the person was either dusted or turned into one of the draculoids goons, with the slight chance of surviving without anything happening to them.
"No, Ghoul was you dumbass! But I already asked him, he doesn't know either!" Kobra yelled again. I smiled slightly. Ah my friends, they were so silly. And loud, very loud.
"Doesn't know what?" Fun Ghoul came in and yelled louder than everyone. I closed my eyes and shook my head. He was the youngest and the shortest of all of us, but he was like a little bomb that went off every ten seconds or so. I don't know anyone who could be as obnoxious as he was. Though he was obnoxious, he was my best friend. Besides, sometimes his obnoxiousness was funny and useful when trying to do things. When we met him he was like a little stray puppy that wouldn't leave us alone, so we sort of adopted him into our group. It was one of the best decisions we had ever made that is for sure.
"Where Party is!" Kobra continued yelling.
'Geez, why was he being so cranky today? I miss coffee just as much as he does, actually I miss it way more than he does, and someday he will learn that. But you don't see me yelling at everyone.' I thought.
"Nope!" Ghoul yelled. If I wasn't too tired and lazy to go inside, I might just have had to because of their constant yelling.
"Can you please stop yelling? We're all right next to each other!" Jet yelled at them. I gave him my silent thank yous. I didn't feel like dealing with them right now. I stayed up too late because they wouldn't go to bed. They were like vampires sometimes, I swear to god.
"NO!" Ghoul screamed, earning a slap in the face by Jet. That screaming was so loud it even hurt my ears. As much as I was sorry Ghoul got smacked, he deserved it with that scream.
"Ow." Ghoul said barely audible to me.
"That's what you get for screaming. Now, stop yelling and screaming or you both will get another slap in the face." Jet said calmly. I could practically hear their fast nodding in understanding. I laughed softly so that they couldn't hear it. I was still hiding from them for whatever reason I had.
Maybe I would go inside soon to get them to shut up and be quiet. Then maybe I could sleep. I laid my head down on the concrete ground outside our trusty garage hideout, just thinking about sleep almost made me fall asleep. Suddenly I heard wheels screeching to a stop and I sat up and opened my eyes. There in front of me was a large van full of draculoids, and me being me, I didn't have any type of weapon on me. I don't know why, but almost every time I went out of the garage like this, I never brought my gun. I was really regretting not grabbing it now. My only thought at that moment was 'Oh shit.'
They all started shooting at and around me at once, I didn't have a chance to escape. I felt the pain of every last shot to my body, it hurt like hell. The last thing I remember was a couple of dracs getting out and walking toward me.
*Kobra Kid's Point of View*
I was in the middle of an argument with Jet Star and Fun Ghoul when we heard the screeching of wheels to a stop. I desperately needed to talk to my brother Party Poison about what I heard on the radio, and my two friends weren't much help. They were even less of help when I heard the screeching, then I feared the worst. The three of us all ran at the same time to where the noise came from, but somehow we all tripped over each other. Personally, I blamed Ghoul, because he's the shortest and easier to trip over, but it was most likely actually me. I'm a sort of clumsy person.
Then we heard the sound of lasers being shot from a gun, I dearly hoped Party was smart and brought a gun out with him. I scrambled out from the bottom of the tripping that had happened and ran out with my gun to see what had happened. I stood open mouthed at what I saw. There were black marks all over the cement proving what we had heard, and a white van rolling away, too far to be able to anything about. Even our super fast and amazing Trans-Am wouldn't be able to catch up with them. They acted very fast this time. There had to have been a lot of them, they move very slowly when there are only a few of them.
Fucking draculoids. I promised that someday I was going to kill every last one of them. I don't care if they are just mindless zombies of people that work against what we are fighting for, and that they don't know much about what they were doing, I was so mad and frustrated I was ready to kill every last one. And I probably would have to if I didn't have friends who didn't want me to go on a suicide mission just to kill a few dracs.
I glared into the distance enraged, clenching my fists until they were beyond white. Ghoul and Jet finally caught up with me to see the damage. They held the same face that I had when I first saw it.
"This is why I wanted to talk to Party. To warn him and make sure we were all safe." I said angrily. "Dr. D gave out a warning for our area, but no one was listening to me. Nobody ever listens to me."
Ghoul looked at me and gave me an innocent looking face. "I listen to you most of the time."
Jet nodded. "I do too."
I rolled my eyes, very upset. "Yeah, uh-huh. Well since you didn't this time we just lost a member of our group. And I happen t take this more personally because that member happens to be my fucking brother and the only living relative I have left."
I ran inside the garage and slammed and kicked everything until I reached the closet I called my room. It was a sort of big closet, but since there wasn't much room inside the garage for bedrooms, I gladly took the biggest closet. I jumped onto the mattress placed in there and stuck my face on it until I couldn't breathe and moved my head again. Sometimes I had the worst temper, but I think I had a good reason for being so upset this time. I could hear voices and footsteps outside of my room and knew it was them. They knocked on my door several times, but I ignored them because I was partly mad at them, partly because I wasn't in the mood to talk. It probably would be better if I talked, but I wasn't going to. Not until I got my brother back. Slowly tears started to roll down my face. I didn't want to lose my only living relative, especially not without being able to say goodbye.
*Alteration Earthquake's Point of View*
I walked around the desert, kicking around the same rock I had for about a mile. The sun was very hot out that day and I was sweating badly. God I hate the sun. Sure it was the desert and it had to at least be 1 in the afternoon, (I wouldn't know anymore, I lost my watch long ago.) but the sun was beating down too hard on me. I looked at the rock below me and I picked it up and threw it far away. I was so frustrated. Why couldn't I find any-god damn-thing? I've known for the past some odd years that there was almost nothing to be found our here, but I'd have to find something sooner or later. Though I was just hoping to find one thing – or well, rather person. My brother.
About seven years ago, when B/L Ind. started to come to power, I lived with my older brother, mom, and dad. We stayed away from B/L products and people because we could see through the images they sold to every other gullible person. Besides, the face that they trademarked was very fuckin scary. I've always thought it was creepy, and refused to have anything to do with it, and was about nine when they came out and started simply. Everyone else I knew thought the face was awesome somehow, and liked the products even more. Biggest mistake they ever made. My family took this as a bad sign and also refused it too, which was a good thing, but it led to worse things.
As my family stood apart from the rest, during one of the 'clean-out sessions' in 2013, when dracs came out and killed or abducted the people who defied them, they came to my house. We were just about to move too, we knew they would come after us soon, but it appeared we were too late. They knocked then barged in, grabbing my parents and dragging them to the front yard. My brother and I hid in the closest closet, scared out of our wits with me silently crying. The next thing I heard was dracs laughing as they shot our parents. It took my brother covering my mouth with both his hands to keep me from screaming.
It was at that moment it hit me all at once. At the age of thirteen, I was orphaned with my sixteen year old brother. We had nothing, nothing but each other. Realizing that at that moment scared me worse than anything. I was alone. I heard dracs moving around and laughing again outside and my brother had to hold me down to keep me from squirming. I was upset, I wanted to run, I had to run. But he wouldn't let me, thank god he didn't though. If I had run, I would have been shot by the dracs searching for us. Then it would be just my brother alone. He would have lost his entire family in just five minutes.
We managed to keep hiding until we were sure they were gone, a day or two later after they came and ruined my life. We packed supplies and sentimental items and headed off as fast as we could from our old home, which we would never see again. What made it an even worse farewell to our house, they never cleaned up the bodies of our parents. They left them in the same place they had died, showing everyone what happens when you cross the path of Better Living Industries. I was scarred for life as my brother ran us from the scene and into the closest area where we couldn't be caught. I was a thirteen year old orphan girl, with a brother, the knowledge in my brain, and the few supplies I had in my pack. I was one of the most unprepared people to ever get stuck in the war.
My brother and I traveled for a couple years together, staying alive and messing as much as we could with the bastards that ruined our lives. I was very glad to have my brother with me as we traveled. We met many people on our adventures who had joined up with random people in order to stay alive, and they were all on the urge of just killing their group mates. I never wanted to end up like that, and I knew I wouldn't have to if I just stuck with my brother. Though one day, my brother had gone out to get more supplies while he made me stay back and protect all our stuff that we kept in this little old restaurant. He promised he wouldn't be gone too long, but after he left, he never came back. I was worried sick, waiting for him to come back. I stayed in that one spot for several weeks before I had to come to terms that he was gone forever, and I would never be able to see him again as long as I lived.
When he left I messed with the Industries as much as I could, getting into trouble and almost dying several times. It's been years since the beginning, and now I am nineteen, lonely, and just barely scraping by. I'm scared for my life every moment of the day, never knowing when something might just pop out and kill me. I wished I could go to simpler times again, where none of this was going on. Then I wished that I had my brother with me to help me. If anything, I wished I could die, maybe then I would see my brother again. After all these years he probably is dead, but I refuse to stop searching.
After thinking about my life again, I started to get tears in my eyes, I still couldn't handle this. I quickly wiped them from my eyes. I hated crying. Crying never got anybody anywhere. Just in time too, because just then I could see something in the distance. It wasn't moving, but it was completely white, probably B/L Ind. property. I grew a smile in seconds and quickly ran to the thing I saw; ready to deface some property, one of my favorite pastimes.
As soon as I got close enough, I found I was right. It was a B/L Ind. capture van; they used them when they were transporting people from their side or ours. I took out my orange laser-gun as I crept up to the van, being wary as I was not sure whether it was a trap or they had really just left it there. Upon closer inspection I found bodies all around it, most of them draculoids, but there were also killjoy bodies. Killjoys were people that were against B/L Ind. and were trying to tear them down like I was, defying every rule and making them pay for all the suffering we have gone through because of them. They were the people on my side of this war.
I ran to the van, not caring whether or not it would be a trap anymore. I had to see if any of them were alive, see if I could help them. There were a couple killjoy bodies outside the van, one a girl with very short blond hair that sort of looked like a pirate in her clothes, and guy with black hair that was drastically cut in random places. They had several major cuts on their face and body from what looked like a knife. Most of the blood had soaked up into their clothing so there wasn't much blood around them as I thought there should be. I checked their pulse to find them dead. I started to feel sad, tears forming in my eyes. I didn't know who they were, but the fact that they had died doing whatever they were doing near this van against dracs made me feel terrible. I wished that I could have helped them.
I left the killjoys' bodies where they were and moved the many drac bodies away from the killjoy ones, farther than was necessary. There were so many dracs I started to wonder if the two killjoys I'd found killed all of them, or if they had help. I started to snoop around inside the van to see if there was anyone else or supplies that I could take. When I jumped into the back of the van to see what was in there, I gasped.
In front of me was the handsomest man I had ever seen, unconscious or dead I didn't know yet. He had bright, red dyed hair; his handsome face looked so peaceful and innocent in his sleep. His body was under a blanket, as if to keep him hidden. I quickly went to where he was to check if he was alive or not, and dear god I hoped it wasn't the latter. I gave a sigh of relief when I found he was still alive. It actually came as a little shock to me, his face had a few bad burn marks, most likely from a laser gun, and as I took off the blanket I saw he had some holes in his jacket and pants from the guns.
This was one of those moments when I wish I knew more than basic first aid. You'd think having a nurse for a mother would have at least given me more knowledge about it, but no. My brother did, and he was pretty good at it too, but I chose not to think about him as there was a man that could possibly die from his wounds if I didn't get him help fast.
I started thinking of the things I could do to help him. There wasn't much I could think of that I could do to help him. He would have to have been some sort of death defying creature to survive without proper help. Then it hit me, Dr. Death Defying! The radio DJ for all the killjoys out in the zones! You could call out for help and there would be someone out to help you in no time! At least they aimed for no time, but it didn't always work out that way. It still took a little while before you could get any help, but they were always good help. And sometimes getting a radio signal sucked big time. There are plenty of times when you can't get a decent signal, but you are always thankful when you do.
I searched through the back to find a radio transmitter type thing with no luck. I climbed up to the front through the back of the van, which was easy because of my average height and skinny body. I found a radio up in the very front of the van, which made me facepalm myself for not remembering that there was almost always a radio in the front of any vehicle. And in my luck it also had a transmitter so I could speak through it. If there were some sort of god in heaven, I would have given him a kiss. Even if it was completely impossible I would have. Grabbing the transmitter I tried the radio stations carefully, trying to get a good signal.
It took me a good ten minutes to get a signal. I was so panicky that when I finally found the signal I almost screamed with joy. As soon as I got the signal I called out to Dr. Death Defying's station.
"SOS, I repeat, SOS. This is killjoy Alteration Earthquake; I have someone in need of immediate emergency medical attention. Please respond, over." I called out over the radio, hoping he heard me. It took a couple tries afterword for me to get a response, and boy was I happy when I finally did.
"This is Dr. Death Defying trying to respond the SOS call out made by a lady killjoy by the name of Alteration Earthquake. What's going on and where are you? Over." The man on the radio asked.
"I have a man out here in between the southern Zones 3 and 4 who was presumably shot by laser guns several times with bad burns. We are in an abandoned white Better Living Industries van. He's barely living and I have little medical knowledge, over." I called out again to them. They replied quickly.
"Situation and location noted. I'll be sending out help soon, stay where you are and stay calm. Make sure you check his pulse regularly. If he stops breathing then immediately perform CPR. I'll call you again when your help is close, over." Dr. D replied.
"Thank you, I will be waiting for your call, over and out." I told him and hung up the transmitter. Now all I had to do was sit and wait. I hated not being able to help the man better, or being able to help the killjoys outside of the van in time. I don't know how long ago it had happened, just that it happened within at least the last twenty four hours. I decided I didn't want to leave the two bodies just lying out there, so I climbed back to the back of the van, quickly checked the man's pulse, then brought in the two bodies to the inside of the van. It didn't feel as weird as it should have to move the bodies, I have to say that.
Now I had to sit, and wait. I climbed back up to the front seat to wait, going back to check the man's pulse every now and then. It wasn't a strong pulse, but it was enough t last until he got help. Even though I wasn't able to help the first two bodies I saw, I was glad I was able to help him. I started to wonder how that all happened, but I wasn't sure if I was to ever get an answer, and I had a feeling the man wasn't going to be much help to finding out.