A/N- Killjoy stories! YEAH BABY! So Yeah. If you're reading this then please review it cause then I will be happy . Hope you like it and again- don't tell me I can't spell, I already know that silly :P.
Disclaimer- As much as I would love to I do not own the killjoy universe or any members of my chemical romance or any songs I might quote from.
Chapter 1- The Get-away Mile
Oh yes and I was sure that slowly but surely the world was closing in on us. Me.
There was no longer an us. Just like in old movies there's always us and them. No. Its now me and them. Me. Just lil ol Death Wish against them. Who is them? Is them the ones who make the pills, the ones who pumped the drugs into my veins or the ones who killed and deformed everything I ever cared for. The ones who fed my mother the pills to make her a brainless zombie with the promise 'We're doing it for the best' the same ones who killed my father for his views on the company and rebellious music. Or is them the ones who killed my only friends and only role models Broken Record and Candy Bullets and good as ghosted Static Sunrise my only ever love in a futile attempt to lure the man with the red hair, the man who gave me my name.
**Flashback**
"Don't wanna be an American Idiot. One nation controlled by the media. Information age of the stereo. Its going out to Idiot America!" I sang in the street, clinging to the memory of my dad as a hopeless teenager with nowhere she felt she could go. It was a day after my dad was officially recruited to be memory wiped and my rage had finally overcame my common sense. So I was singing the worst song I could sing in the centre of the tunnel into the oncoming traffic. A hand gripped my mouth and pulled me into an alcove, stifling my attempted scream.
"What are you doing kid! Have you got a fucking Death Wish! No one sings anymore let alone that kind of shit!" said the redheaded man. He looked nice. Well not nice but you know, trustworthy. Like Max and Ollie. Not by far not guilty but doing it for the right reasons. His friends looked down on me with steely faces.
"Go back to your pills battery city girl" said the man again "This is dangerous shit your involving yourself in." but no. I wanted this. Nothing worth having was at the bottom of the pill packs. I still ran though.
**Flashback Ends**
Death wish. Death wish. Death wish. Death wish. Shortened to Wish by the guys, formerly known as student number 15-07-36-6043. The girl with the grey eyes and the white hair. I was dragged into killjoys and not pill popping when my dad died 3 years ago and it was like a time bomb just waiting to blow my life apart. I stopped taking the pills and started hanging on street corners singing until late at night. I met Max- Static Sunrise to most people- who introduced me to Broken Record and his love Candy Bullets. The day I met the redheaded man was the day I committed to it. The point of no return, the last stop of a runaway train. Clique metaphors I know but it's how it felt. I was tattooed with a wishing star on my hip and the spider of rebellion, the California widow, on my scalp behind my ear. That was how I got into this mess. Sat in a cell covered in bruises and scars all because the test results of a physical health checkups. They discovered my tattoos. No one had tattoos anymore so they realized I had joined the killjoys. They discovered the safe house of Record and Candy. They didn't even have time to put on their masks before they were ghosted. Static ran away to the desert when he found out about their fates and begged me to run with him. I couldn't. By the time he had started running they were coming for me and if I ran with him we would both die. Now it's only gonna be me.
"Oi freak show! Food!" said the drac behind the door, sliding a tray under a slit in the clinically white door. It had a plateful of food that I knew I couldn't eat and it was torture. If I eat it I'm just where they want me, drugged up and ready to talk. I groaned loudly and hit the wall behind me hard with my left fist. Then my right. Then left again.
I heard something. Someone on the other side of the wall was hitting it too. I waited for them to stop and then, in a futile attempt of communication I beat out a rhythm on the wall with a fist. Whoever was on the other side hit back the same rhythm so I decided to make this interesting. I hit the rhythm of the words 'Look alive sunshine'. They hit back but with an added part. 'The future is bulletproof'.
"You are aware my girl that you can't stay silent forever." said the Asian woman across the table. I had been here for a whole hour and not a word had escaped from my lips. Not a word. Now that is self control for you.
"We don't want to kill you oh no. Why would we do that? You're so much more useful alive. I mean we will try to rehabilitate you but we would rather you just came quietly" the woman said as she got up and dragged her finger across the table. I looked at her with a glare that could melt glass.
"Unlike your father."
My mouth fell open. They don't know who I am do they? She grinned a sadistic grin
"You thought we didn't know? Oh this is unusual. You're even more naive than we though. We know everything."
She pushed a button on a screen and numbers flashed past.
"Student 6043. Battery city area 15. House 36. Risk level 07. That makes you a liability you know." she grinned as her screen zoomed into a picture of my house.
"However you aren't here for us to tell you what we know, we're here so you can't tell us what we don't know. Who is this?" She held up a picture of Candy Bullets. I fake shrugged and slumped back against the desk. She pushed another 2 pictures in front of me.
"Lets try again. Who are these?"
It was Static Sunrise and Broken Record but I didn't let on. I just pushed the photos away. She grinned sadistically.
"Oh I see. I thought you would be easier to break. Your father sang like a bird the moment I pointed the gun at his head." She said and I heard the cocking of a revolver "Lets see if it works on you."
I growled. "My father was a great man and you killed him. For that I will never talk."
She sighed and pulled the end of the gun to reveal a menacingly long pointed needle.
"No I suppose you won't. I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way."
She raised the needle and stabbed me hard in the neck. I collapsed off the chair onto the floor. The last things I heard was the woman sighing.
"Pity really. A clever girl like yourself would have been a great SCARECROW agent."
Then I blacked out in a whirl of rage.
"Hey Kid. Look alive!" came a voice from behind me. I looked around. I was back in the cell and there was no one there.
"Oi Sunshine! Over here!" came the voice again. I stood up and growled but I saw the window. It was just above my eye level and covered in bars but through it I could see a helmet clad head. I went over to it and put a hand through.
"Good girl. I'm gonna help you but first you've gotta help yourself. What happened?" the voice asked. I think it was a man. He sounded trustworthy and weather-beaten like the redheaded man.
"They showed me picture of my friends and asked me who they were. I didn't say so the Chinese lady stuck a needle in my neck and I woke up here again."
"Aww crap." he sighed for now I was pretty sure it was a he. "Tell me. Would you destroy something perfect to make it beautiful?"
"Always. Perfection is never beautiful" I said with utmost seriousness because that is what I believe. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"They didn't get you. I was worried for a second there. Now I'm gonna hand you a crowbar and you've gotta prize the bars off the window. When you're done you'll have maybe 30 seconds to get out and whatever you do, keep running."
**30 seconds after the bars were taken off**
I slithered out the tiny window onto hot sand. Alarms started blaring and a siren rang in my ears. I ran. I didn't know where but I ran. Bullets whooshed past my head but I just kept running. Sand kicked up under my feet and the sun shone hot on my back but still I ran.
I didn't stop until my legs collapsed underneath me with exhaustion and then I looked back. It was midday and I must have run maybe 2 miles from the little white building at the edge of the safe zone. I couldn't see anything except the building in the distance and an endless rolling desert. I collapsed in the sand and breathed heavy and fast. Suddenly I heard the roar of an engine and saw a van coming towards me. I tried to run but it swerved in front of me to reveal that painted on the side was the spider. The spider of rebellion, the California widow.
"Look alive sunshine. Hop in." said the voice of the man from the front seat "Good job with the crowbar back their by the way."
I jumped into the open door into the front. As soon as I had slammed the door he hit the gas and I was flung back in my seat.
"Wooooh! Kill em all!" he shouted at the top of his voice and that was when I got a first look at my rescuer. He was wearing sky blue leggings with white polka dots on and at the bottom of his legs were a pair of oversized roller-skates. Over a shirt he wore a white vest top with the word 'NOISE' emblazoned on in black lettering.
"Sorry about that. Names Show Pony. Don't worry about why you're all here I'll explain to you all later. First we gotta get outta the safe zone."
I realized he had said 'you're all' so I turned to see three other people sitting in the back of the van. There were two boys wearing the same BL/ind prison uniforms as I was and a woman in her early 20s. She wore skinny red jeans, a deep crimson coloured jacket and a white tank top with neon pink paint splatters over it. She shrugged of the jacket and stretched out.
"Why do you reckon they only kept kids in that facility Pony?" she asked as she leant forward onto her knees.
"Who knows? Who Cares! I'm telling you Cherri, every new killjoy is one more bullet in our ray-guns. I'm sure no one cares how old they all are." Pony remarked "You might wanna get some rest. We've got a long way to go to Zone 6 everybody."
I took this as an invite to sleep.
"Hey. Look alive Sunshine, we're here. Welcome to zone 6." I heard Cherri's voice and I opened my eyes. The sun hadn't moved much in the sky so I was guessing it took about an hour. I stood up and let Cherri help me out the van.
"So kids. There will be a million questions you wanna ask me but right now I couldn't give a fuck. I need you to go in that back room and find some clothes that fit you then all will be revealed. Okay Motorbabys?" Show Pony told the three of us. We nodded, in shock and possibly fear and walked into the aforementioned back room.
"Whoa." the two boys echoed my sentiments as we entered the cluttered room. It had so much cool stuff in it was almost too much to take in. I admired the room, there was so much to see and so much I could find out, but for now I looked for clothes.
I left the room just after the boys and discovered a bathroom I could change in.
"Hey. Kid?" Cherri's voice came apprehensively into the room "I was wondering, do you want me to dye your hair for you?"
"Err Yeah! Can you do it blue?" I smiled at her as she walked into the room.
"Any colour you want kiddo. What's your name?" She grinned recovering a bottle of dye from the bathroom cupboard.
"Death Wish. But you can call me Wish. Everyone else did." I said sitting on the floor as she combed my hair.
"Agent Cherri Cola. But Cherri also works."
"Cherri with an I?" I asked as it was one of the several things I had observed about her.
"Yeah. How did you know that?" she asked as I felt a cold liquid being combed into my hair.
"Lucky guess." I lied.
"Why do I not believe you?" she giggled
"Cause I'm a shit lier. How blue is this gonna be?" I asked. She gave me a packet.
"This blue."
"Awesome!"
An hour later I had showered the dye out of my hair and was admiring myself in my new clothes in the mirror.
"Oi Wish! C'mon we got food for you!" a male voice shouted from outside the bathroom. I sighed and took one last look at myself in the bathroom mirror.
Short jet black cargo shorts with turn ups at the bottom revealed my long athletic legs which I had always liked. Blue converses the same shade as my newly dyed hair on my feet and laced exactly how I like them with the bows tied to the left. A blue 1/4 sleeved shirt with black almost-checkers was tucked into my shorts loosely and unbuttoned on the top 4 buttons to show off the black strappy top underneath. It had 'SCREAM' written on in bright blue paint and showed off a lot of my flesh which, although it sounds slutty, I liked. My hair was dyed bright bright sapphire blue and cut into a choppy layered bob at my shoulders by Cherri. Two strands at the front were shorter than the rest and they framed my face perfectly.
"Coming!"
As I walked out into the diner, the older of the two boys wolf whistled.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a Crashqueen everybody!" he chuckled and I hit his head.
"That's mean. And rich coming from the boy in skinny jeans." I told him as I sat down. He was wearing really tight dark blue skinny jeans and neon green Doc Margins. His shirt was dark green with a picture of bright red flames emblazoned on the left corner and his blond hair was swished out of his brown eyes. This was all finished off with a black leather jacket and aviators.
The second boy sat beside me flexing his fingers. He had on a pair of black fingerless gloves and a plain black top, both with red paint on which, at a glance looked like blood. His blue jeans were also skinny but not as much as the other guys and had ripped knees. Red converses and a shiny black ring in his lip completed the picture.
"Okay Kids, here's the deal. The Killjoy community if you can call it that needs as many new soldiers as it can get. So recently most killjoy packs have been recruiting and now we've gotten in on the act and decided to break out the prison you guys were in. Lucky you. And questions?" Show Pony explained.
"Yeah. So basically we're only here cause you guys are on a recruitment drive?" the blond guy raised his hand to ask.
"Nailed it. But I think you lot'll get on fine." Show pony said
"Are you and Cherri the only Killjoys here?" The brown haired lip ring boy next to me asked. Pony shook his head.
"This is the radio station for 109 in the sky. Me, Cherri and Doctor D all live here with a little girl who you've yet to meet called Gracie. We're also kind of a diner so we get all sorts passing through. Plus there are four Killjoys who roam Zone 6 who like to call this place home but more on them later. Crashqueen!" he said way to fast pointing at me.
"Do you know of a kid called Static Sunrise?" I asked biting my lip "And also, the Fuck is a Crashqueen?"
Show pony laughed at my naivety.
"A Crashqueen is a pretty girl. And no I can't say I do. But that doesn't mean he's not out there cause no one tells me anything. We just get told if a Killjoy has been picked up, not their names. Why was he your friend?"
"You could say that."
"Ohh. Sorry. Anyway what are all your names?"
"Death Wish." I said
"Silent Thunder." the blond boy across the table introduced himself
"Shadowed Sky." the dark haired boy fidgeted with his lip ring.
"Cool. Welcome to the Zones." Show Pony remarked and slid 3 boxes across the table "These are your guns. Keep them close and make sure to aim straight. Paints in the box. Make em yours." he told us. We opened the boxes like children with Christmas presents and each pulled out a plain white ray gun. At the bottom of each box was a set of paints and a brush so I set about making my gun, well mine.
"Thunders is the coolest though." said Shadow as he examined our guns in his hands. I laughed and took mine back as I admired Thunders ray gun. It was black with a long yellow thunderbolt down the barrel and flames on the trigger. Sky's was red with three claw marks down the left side in gold and mine was royal blue like my hair with a silver shooting star like on my tattoo down the barrel.
"C'mon kids. Bedtime." Show pony said and we all looked at him as if to say 'how old do you think we are?'.
"Don't look at me like that. We've got a lot to do tomorrow and you need rest. Cherri labelled your rooms. Sky and thunder share the one at the end of the hall and Wish will be bunking with Grace when she gets back."
We sighed and hauled ourselves from the chairs, ray guns in hand and went into the rooms show pony had showed us. Mine was a mess. But only one half. Full of band posters and stuff which I could only assumed belonged to 'Grace' who I was looking forward to meeting. But the other half was pristine and boring. Meh. I could deal with that later. I kicked off my shoes and the button up into a pile on the floor. Then, still holding my gun, I crashed to the bed and fell asleep.
Maybe there is an us after all.