Danger Days
The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
The sun rose brightly on the Zone 6 "Dinner, Home Style Cooking". Its missing N's and R was a common land mark in the zone. At night there were sometimes heard musical orientation of a forbidden nature. Better Living Industries had mostly took over Battery City by now and had taken away most of the entertainment with commercials of their pills and useless products, and had forbidden what most every person used to crave in the zones: rock and roll. However for those select few in the zones, BL/I couldn't take away what meant the most to them. 8 people to be exact. Gerard, Ray, Frank, Mikey, Devon, Nick, Patricia, and little Jenny.
Little Jenny was now 9 and had her names for each person of the Killjoys. Gerard- Party Poison, Ray- Jet Star, Frank- Fun Ghoul, Mikey- Kobra Kid, Devon- Dr. Death Defying, Nick- Noisy, and Patricia- Pink. Hence, the Killjoys were born.
Gerard awoke to the sunlight streaming through the dirty windows. He stood and looked around the room. Everyone was still asleep. He kicked his brother, waking him up.
"Hey!" Mikey hit Gery's shin, "Don't do that!"
Gerard chuckled aloud, waking the rest of the group up. Ray got up quick and started to tune his guitar, the only excitement he had left. Frank picked up his aviators and threw them on, today was gonna be another radioactive day. He smiled. Pat and Jenny ran into the room excited to get the day started. The Killjoys stood and began to suit up. Nick, whose face was always covered by his favorite helmet, helped his partner, Devon, into his wheel chair.
Devon sighed. "Another dangerous day in Battery City." He looked around, "well, lets show the pigs that Dr. D is still breathin'" He rolled his way toward his DJ desk. The whole gang pilled into the small Trans-am.
"Party!" little Jenny ran and jumped onto the side of the car, "I wanna go!"
Gerard laughed out loud and gestured for her to get in. He started the car. The radio blasted throughout all of zone 6.
"Look alive, Sunshine. 109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit. You're here with me: Dr. Death Defying. I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter. Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive. A system failure for the masses, anti-matter for the master plan. Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny. This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers. All you crash queens and motor babies. Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys, make some noise!"
"Time to radiate some draculoids!" Party Poison yelled screeching down the road.
Jenny put her entire upper body out of the window enjoying the wind rush through her curly hair.
"Ah, shit!" Mikey hit his gun against the palm of his hand, "outa battery."
All of the Trans-am groaned.