Hello Readers! I've finally gotten around to making a My Chemical Romance fanfiction! This is my first one and it happens to be about the Killjoys. A note before you read though: I used references to the Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys comic. If you haven't read it yet you defiantly should because it's fantastic! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.

Gerard rolled over in his bed and stared out the window of his small room. Dim starlight filtered in through the crooked, metal blinds. He looked down at his alarm clock which read 1:32am. Three more hours, he thought nervously. Three more hours until he and the boys were going to head out on this crazy suicide mission. They had all agreed to try and get a little sleep before hand but Gerard found that sleep would not come. Not with all the stressful thoughts swirling through his mind like caged birds. His head was throbbing. And the silence of the room was crushing. Korse's final words to him kept running through his mind. "Keep running." He remembered standing next to his corpse watching the Scarecrow sneer down at him. Then he remembered the bald headed bastard take that little girl away from them. There had been tears running down her face. Gerard clenched his fist as he remembered this. Remembered how powerless he'd been to stop it. He'd never felt that way before. Never so helpless as that. He remembered looking down at his friends, their shirts still smoldering where they'd been hit. Gerard looked down at his brother who was sprawled on the ground. His little brother, dead at his feet. Mikey's eyes stared vacantly up, focused on something beyond what Gerard could see. He then glanced over to his other two friends who were lying in similar positions. All four of them were lying in the desert dust, their bodies finally still.

"I've been wondering when I would finally get to meet you… Party Poison? Is that what you're calling yourself?" A voice had asked from behind him. Gerard jumped and turned to face the speaker but relaxed when he saw the voice's owner. He recognized the being from lore as the Phoenix Witch. She was hunched over, resting her clawed hands on the ground. If she had a face, it was hidden under a white and black mask. There was a mane of feathers that ran down her back and shoulders.

"Back in the day I was known to crash a lot of parties. The name seemed appropriate" Gerard stuck his hands in his pockets. The Witch was silent. "So what happens now?" The Phoenix Witch sighed.

"You know you boys are making my job very difficult right?" Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You died before you fulfilled your purpose. All of you did. Now Im going to have to return you so you can do your job. So I can do my job." She stopped next to Ray and pulled at his eyepatch. "Why does he wear this if he doesn't need it?"

"He thinks it looks cool" Gerard said.

"Hm." What purpose is she talking about? Gerard thought. "You need to go back and save that little girl." Gerard's head snapped up. Had she read his mind? But she continued. "Grace still has a destiny. A purpose to fulfill that's greater than all of us. She will be the hope for the people of the zones. But BL Industries has her now and they will do anything to crush that hope."

"Will they kill her?"

"No. They will likely try and change her. Brainwasher her and turn her against her own people. They will use her to destroy everything." Gerard rubbed his chin.

"If they can use her to destroy us, then that means she can help us destroy them right?" This time, it was the Witch that turned sharply to face him.

"An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind. Remember this, Party Poison."

Her words rang through his mind. Blind. "I'm sending you back now. Make sure you do your job well and remember not to stray from the path you've chosen. Hold true to the goals you believe in and you will accomplish them."

"Wait, what happens when we complete our purpose?"

Gerard didn't get his answer because the next thing he remembered was being awake in the spot where he'd fallen, gasping for breath. After taking a look around at his friends' shaken faces, he presumed they'd all just been through similar experiences. He caught Mikey staring at him and saw his brother let out a sigh, a look of relief on his face.

That was what ultimately worried Gerard as he laid, restless in bed. He did not want to see that happen to Mikey again. Couldn't bear that misery. And Gerard had a sick, awful, feeling that even in the best case scenario, one of them was not going to make it back from this mission.

He looked down at his clock again. 1:38. Sighing, he rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants. He hadn't really wanted to spend those last three hours sleeping anyways.

Being two hours away from Battery City, there was no light to pollute the skies that night. Streaks of deep purple still hung in the sky where the sun had set, as if the light had been permanently burned into the horizon. Gerard leaned back against the abandoned gas station the Killjoys had turned into home, taking a long draw from a Marlboro Red cigarette. White smoke billowed from his mouth up into a cloudless sky. Gerard loved the quiet of the night. Despite the outgoing, exciting lifestyle he lived, he still felt happiest in quiet solitude. It gave his mind time to think without having to strain through the noise of the day. And there was no place of greater solitude than a dusty, starlit, desert night. It was the only time when he could feel a cool breeze blow across the expanse of nothingness. It was a rough, desolate beauty. Those poor people in the city really didn't know what they were missing.

"Having a hard time sleeping Poison?" said a voice from beside him.

"Yeah" Gerard replied exhaling another breath of smoke, not needing to turn to see who was beside him.

"Me too." Ray leaned up against the wall next to Gerard.

"The stars look really beautiful tonight" Gerard said, gazing up.

"I think they look amazing every night."

"Yeah but…tonight they look more beautiful than usual." Gerard paused. "Or maybe it's just me." They sat in silence a while longer. Gerard caught Ray glance over a few times out of the corner of his eye.

"You know you will see them again, right?"

"Hmm?"

"The stars. You will see them again."

"—is he going on about stars again?" cut in a new voice. "Can I have a smoke?" Gerard pulled out his box of cigarettes and threw them over to Frank.

"What are you doing up?" Ray asked.

"Can't sleep, same as you I'm sure" Frank replied through clenched lips as he tried to light his cigarette. "This little field trip is gonna be one helluva ride."

"At least we have an advantage" Ray said. "We have something to fight for." He accepted a cigarette from Frank and held it to Gerard for a light. "This is gonna be our big stand. I have a feeling that we're all coming out of there or none of us are. This is will be it."

"I'm scared" Gerard blurted out. Ray and Frank both turned to look at him.

"Scared?" Ray asked. Gerard shook his head and started to pace. "Scared. I'm scared for Kid."

"I think the Kobra can handle himself" Frank chuckled.

"I'm serious Frank. I don't want to see Mikey die again. I can't go through that." The smile disappeared from Franks face. They rarely ever addressed each other with their real names. "I know this will sound selfish and it's a big thing to ask of you guys, but if something happens to me, do you promise to get Mikey out too?" There was a panic in Gerard's voice that startled the other two. Ray and Frank looked at each other in understanding. They may have all been as close as a family, but Mikey was all the blood relation Gerard had left. He didn't want to lose his little brother.

"We promise" said Frank.

"Yeah, and I wouldn't worry too much Gerard, you're pretty indestructible" Ray added.

"They already killed me—us—once." Ray shrugged.

"Yeah and we came back." Ray suddenly grinned. "I wish I could see Korse's face when he realizes we're not dead. He's gonna eat his words." Frank flicked his cigarette butt to the ground.

"Surprise bitch, bet you thought you'd seen the last of us."

A small part of Gerard's tension melted away as he laughed along with his friends. They would save that girl and Mikey was guaranteed to be safe. His best friends had his back and it was them against the world. Despite the fight that awaited him, Gerard felt the happiest he had since the run in with the Scarecrows two days earlier.

They sat outside a while longer, someone making a comment every once in a while, but mostly enjoying the silence. Soon enough Mikey, also unable to sleep, came out to join them. Gerard noticed how his hair stuck up wildly, just as it always had since he was little. He smiled knowing that there was no greater group of guys he could have for friends. Eventually the hours passed and the very first hints of sunlight tinged the horizon red. Gerard could have frozen that moment in time forever. But unfortunately all good things must come to an end. The Killjoys turned their backs to beautiful desert sky and went to get ready to storm BL.

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