DISCALIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CONCEPT OF DANGER DAYS, ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS OR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!

So, this is my second story, as promised. I hope you like it, it's a bit different to the other one. For those of you asking, yes, there really is going to be a sequel to "Plans Change, People Change", but for now, I'm sticking to this story. I'm going to deadicate this whole story to my best friends; Alice, Faye & Katie, because without them, I wouldn't be alive right now. Thank you so much! ENJOY! (and review! ;D)

Chapter 1 – The Blind Takeover

The sun rose on the plains of California, and a breeze swept the sand across the horizon. Nothing but silence could be heard for miles.

Jenny was just a child, but she was the loneliest child in California after both her parents had been exterminated by the Draculoids of Better Living Industries. She had spent six months wondering from Zone to Zone, just trying to stay alive. The only possessions she carried were the clothes she wore.

Back in Battery City, life had changed dramatically for the population. Better Living Industries had eradicated creativity from America. Their main aim? To destroy rock and roll. People rebelled; of course they did, but if they were caught, they were exterminated. Graffiti was painted on BL/ind billboards, rock music blasted from rooftops. None of it made any difference.

For those who don't know, BL/ind had created drugs. On of these drugs freed you from all emotion. This seemed like an easy way out for most, but taking one of these pills made you a vegetable. The second pill was the 'miracle pill'. This claimed to cure any problem, and any illness. From obesity, to arthritis, to cancer. But it had its nasty side effects…

Many were calling this 'The Blind Takeover'. The 'blind' part came from the name, Better Living Industries. Their logo presented it as BL/ind. People soon caught on to how it looked like the word blind. They felt it fit in well, because a large percent of the population were in fact blind to the industry's evil.

Little Jenny wasn't. She knew of the power they possessed, the cruelty they inflicted…She had heard stories of a group of people who fought against them, and spread rock culture across the zones. She longed to meet the mysterious group. She wanted to join them as she was filled with hatred after the death of her parents.

This particular morning, Jenny had woken in the same dip between sand dunes. The sun burned her already tanned skin as she sat and cried. She was scared, and lonely, with no hope of salvation. She rose to her feet, and began trekking again, the same as every other day. She had no maps, no radios, no phones, nothing. She just walked, for ours on end to cure her boredom. The sun was almost directly above the plains when she came across a small gas station. It was abandoned, recently by the looks of things, as there was a cup of coffee left on the counter inside. It was still warm. What had driven them away?

She soon found out, as there were voices coming from the stock room. She hid under the counter as four Draculoids walked through, their ray guns in their hands. Her heart still pounded when they had left. As she emerged from her hiding place, she saw them speed off on their motorbikes down the unmarked road. She sighed with relief and began filling her pockets with any food and drink she could from the shelves.

She left the store, chewing on a candy bar. She had no idea where to go from here. As she looked around, she noticed a black car that had been abandoned by a gas pump. The doors had been left open, as if someone had been dragged out of it. Sure enough, there was a trail in the sand, leading around to the side of the building. Jenny followed it with caution, and found herself staring at a heap of three bodies; a man, a woman and a teenage boy. It didn't bother her as much as you'd think. She had seen worse. These people had simply been shot with a ray gun. But, she had found mangled and mutilated bodies before. She turned her back on the strangers and began to search their car for anything that could be useful to her. She thought she was losing her mind when she heard tyres screeching in the distance. She jumped out of the car and stared into the horizon. She saw a huge dust cloud that seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. A white car emerged from the cloud and Jenny became alarmed. From this distance, it looked like a BL/ind car. She ran around the other side of the car and knelt down out of sight.

The white vehicle pulled into the gas station as Jenny hid. She watched from underneath the black car and saw four pairs of boots step out. They didn't look like Draculoids or Exterminators….They wore boots and jeans from what could be seen and stood around, filling their gas tank by the sound of things. Still, Jenny was scared. She began to crawl backwards, still watching the unidentified feet. She backed into an empty gas canister, which tipped over, creating a loud crash. She froze in terror as one of the pairs of boots turned towards her direction. All of a sudden, a face appeared under the car. A huge, blue and white head, like a cartoon, stared at Jenny. It looked like some kind of cat, but it was evidently a mask.

In a moment of desperation she stood up and began to run. The masked figure stood up too and caught her.

"Get off me!" she screamed, squirming and kicking, trying to free herself from the grip of the stranger. He sat her down on the front seat of the white car and knelt in front of her.

"Who are you?" she asked, still panicking. He lifted his mask from his shoulders to reveal bright red hair that fell over his concerned face. His eyes were a deep hazel, and were scrutinizing Jenny with confusion. His face was dirty, and bright red hair dye stained his neck.

"My name is Party Poison. What's yours?" he stared at her.

"Jenny." She sounded shaky.

"Well, Jenny, how old are you?"

"I'm nine."

"Why are you on your own, sweetie?"

"My parents were exterminated."

"Is that them?" he pointed to the feet of the dead bodies, his face filled with empathy. She shook her head.

"They died in Battery City six months ago. The BL/ind did it. They're evil! More evil than you kno…" Party Poison stopped her.

"Shh! We know. We're a group that work against them." He looked around at the other three masked men.

"I've been looking for a group like you. They're famous. People call them 'The Killjoys'. Have you heard of them?" she became excited.

"Heard of them?" he chuckled, "Honey, we are the Killjoys."