Ghosts In The Sun

ZTX

02/05/2013

Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Doctor Who, the BBC, or My Chemical Romance.

Note this was written before the release of the actual Killjoys comic and thusly will stray from comic canon.
If y'all are cool with that, than read on my friends. Read on.


Prologue

New York City - 2012 - September

"I just have to blink, right?"

He felt his stomach drop as he gazed at her; the wind gently playing with her long, ginger hair.

What was she thinking? She couldn't be serious.

"No!"

"It'll be fine," she swallowed hard, keeping her eyes on the angel statue standing before her,

"I-I-I know it will. I'll be with him...like I should be. Me and Rory...together."

"Stop it! J-Just stop it," he shrieked, his heart racing,

"You are creating a fixed time. I will never be able to see you again!"

"I'll be fine," she said calmly, her voice beginning to waver,

"I'll be with him."

"Amy, please! Just come back into the TARDIS."

She shook her head as a soft cry escaped her and swallowed hard, his voice desperately pleading,

"Come along, Pond, please..."

There was a moment of pause between them. Briefly, he thought that maybe, just maybe, she would do as he had asked.

"Raggedy man," she began, clenching her fists at her sides.

Turning to face him, a tear hit her cheek and she gasped...

"Goodbye...!"

-SEVEN YEARS LATER-

California - 2019 - June

'They wanna grip the cross, make cavities, adjust because it purely is a crime. We full-on fre-'

A white, 1979 Pontiac Trans Am, smothered in graffiti and looking a tad worse for wear, came to a harsh stop in front of the remnants of what appeared to once be a house. Gravel and dust flew into the air as the tires came to a screeching halt and the driver stepped out; his fiery hair battering violently in the breeze.
He nodded curiously to the run down hovel,

"That it?"

From the back seat, a shorter man with shoulder-length, black hair climbed out; video camera in hand,

"That's the one."

Two other men stepped out of the car; one in a bright red coat, the other donning an astronaut's helm. The latter of the two lifted his face mask, eyebrow raised as he turned to the dark-haired one,

"What was it that was going on out here?"

The man smiled as he gazed into the camera's viewfinder; the picture settling on the statue of an angel standing to the left of a neighbouring shed,

"Some pretty, freaky shit...that's what Go Go said, anyway."

"Really," the fiery-headed one smirked, his eyes a light with intrigue,

"What kind of 'freaky shit'?"

"I dunno. Why don't you ask your mom?"

The dark-haired man snickered as the other man's mouth dropped, pointing the camera at him as he placed a hand on his heart,

"Oh-ho! Sir, I am offended! You slander the House of Milligram with your insinuation...!"

The helmeted man laughed as well as their fiery-haired leader tossed him a flashlight,

"Remind me to kick his ass later, Jet."

"Sure thing, P."

The camera man snickered again and shook his head as they started toward the house,

"Like you could..."

"Can we please just hurry and get this over with," the man in the red jacket groaned, rolling his eyes,

"We shouldn't even be here, anyway."

"Awww," the red-head sighed, turning to him with a grin as he reached up and patted him on the cheek,

"Does that stick in your ass hurt, Kid?"

The other two snorted as the fiery-haired man continued, a devious smirk on his face,

"How far up is it, anyway? Maybe we can get some tweezers and yank it out for you? A pair o' pliers, perhaps? Just how stuck is it-?"

"I'm serious," he snipped, slapping the juvenile man's hand away,

"We're in Drac territory, Poison. If they find out we're here-"

"We'll just kill 'em," the man responded, pulling a blindingly yellow gun from the holster at his thigh and waved it around,

"That's what we have these for, remember?"

He then reached up and tousled the blonde man's hair and turned back to the other two; nodding to the building as he put his gun away,

"Now, let's go, ladies. Time's a wastin'."

As he marched toward the house, he tossed his flashlight into the air, turning it on it one swift motion,

"Jet, you and the sour puss hit the shed. Me and Ghoul'll take the shack."

Fun Ghoul snickered as the fiery-haired man crossed into his viewfinder and called after him,

"You 'shacking' up with me now, Poison?"

Party Poison grinned as he turned the knob and shoved the door open with a grunt; years of dust and dirt raining down on him as he stepped inside,

"Oh, baby, you couldn't handle shacking up with all a'this."

He twirled and thrust his hips at the camera, Ghoul shaking his head as he laughed,

"Get the fuck outta here."

~ø~

"He's such a fucking child," Kobra Kid muttered angrily, turning to Jet Star as they reached the shed,

"It's like everything is a gameto him! One of these days, he's gonna get all of us killed."

"Calm down," the helmeted man sighed, shaking his head as he opened the door,

"He was just messing with you."

"It just...since when did we become the Ghostbusters, Jet," he growled, shaking his head as he shined his flashlight into the small space. In the corner, another angel statue stood, matching the one at the front door as it seemed to shield it's eyes from the light,

"We shouldn't even be here. We've got more important things to do."

Sighing, he shook his head and stepped away from the shed, Jet sighing as he followed suit,

"Kid, c'mon..."

He paused briefly and glanced back at the statue in the shed, a scowl of confusion flashing across his face.

The angel was staring at him, now...but hadn't it been covering its face before?

Shaking his head, he hurried back toward the house after Kobra.

~ø~

As they entered the living room, Party Poison let out a whistle and pointed his flashlight to the wall,

"Check it out, man."

Turning the camera at the direction his fiery-haired companion was pointing, Fun Ghoul shook his head and let out a sigh,

"A 'Good Will Hunting' poster?"

"Hell, yeah, a 'Good Will Hunting' poster! It's a fucking classic!"

Walking into the frame, Party Poison turned and motioned to the nearby sofa,

"You think they'd miss it if I took it for the Diner?"

He panned the camera over, the image settling on a dusty skeleton,

"Probably not."

He took it down from the wall, and removed it from its frame; carefully folding it until it was small enough to fit in his pocket. Fun Ghoul shook his head as he turned for the hallway, a deep sigh escaping him,

"I can't believe you're looting a dead person's house."

"I can't believe you're not."

They entered the hallway, splitting up to search the different rooms.

"That's gonna come back to bite you in the ass, you know? Karma and all that shit."

"Please, there ain't no such thing..."

Shaking his head, Fun Ghoul sighed as he slowly pushed open the door to his right, the camera briefly catching a dark silhouette standing at the window before it glitched and shut off. He quickly glanced up, startled,

"The fuck...?"

He frowned. There was nothing there.

~ø~

Party Poison raised an eyebrow as he reached the end of the hall and stepped into what appeared to have once been an office. Numerous papers and documents blanketed a rickety, aging desk and he stepped over to it, raising an eyebrow as he rummaged around and found an old photograph.

It was of a group of men; soldiers from the looks of it.

The uniforms were similar to those worn in World War II.

He frowned as he spotted a strikingly familiar face in the first row and turned the picture over. Written in faded pencil on the back was a name and a date.

"Michael Milligram - June 6, 1944..."

His eyes widened as he read the name and he let out a startled breath,

"Holy shit..."

Hearing the sound of distant rustling behind him, he straightened and spun around, hand on his raygun,

"Ghoul?"

Fun Ghoul poked his head out from the adjacent room, eyebrow raised curiously,

"What?"

"Was that you in the hall a minute ago?"

He shook his head, pulling the hair from his eyes, as he stepped out of the room,

"No, dude, I was in there."

Party Poison frowned as he walked out of the office and over to him, waving the photograph in his hand,

"Oh...kay," he shook his head, "Check this shit out. I just found it."

"Holy shit! Is that your grandpa? He looks just like you, dude!"

"I know it's fuckin' weird. It's the first time I've seen his picture before."

He frowned as his flashlight began to flicker then, and glanced down at it, giving it a strong whack,

"The hell?"

"Oh, yeah," Fun Ghoul started, noting the way it was beginning to burn out,

"Meant to ask you if you had a spare battery pack on you. My camera just blinked out."

"The fuck," Party Poison exclaimed, shaking his head as he took the camera and handed Ghoul the flashlight,

"I just charged the little shit! What do you mean, 'it's dead'!?"

He pressed the power button and the camera slowly whirred to life. Shaking his head, he handed it back to Fun Ghoul with a sigh,

"It's fine."

The dark-haired man frowned as he took it and raised the camera to look at Party Poison, letting out a gasp,

"Holy shit!"

Poison spun around to look, eyes wide as he drew his gun,

"What is it!?"

"Your fucking face, dude," Fun Ghoul snickered, shaking his head as Poison turned back in the direction of the camera,

"You are so fuckin' ugly. Oh my Gawd..."

Letting out a snort, Party Poison shook his head and slapped the camera away from his face,

"You little bitch."

He started passed Ghoul, frowning as he didn't follow. Turning back, he raised a curious eyebrow at the younger man,

"Ghoul?"

Fun Ghoul continued to stare down the hallway, a deep frown on his face,

"Hey, Poison...come here a sec."

Frowning, he strolled back over to Fun Ghoul and glanced down the hall, his heart beginning to race slightly as the beam from his flashlight landed upon the statue of an angel.

Fun Ghoul shook his head,

"When did that statue get there?"

They both frowned at each other; glancing down at the flashlight as it began to flicker again...

~ø~

Upon entering the house, Kobra was met with the sound of raygun blasts, and quickly, he drew his from his jacket,

"I fucking told you we shouldn't have-"

He raised an eyebrow as he first spotted Fun Ghoul; eyes wide in a panic as he barrelled out of the darkened back of the house,

"Dude, run!"

"The fuck is going on," the blonde-haired man yelled, gun drawn,

"Where's Poison!?"

Party Poison appeared then, firing numerous rounds into the hallway as he backtracked. Upon reaching Kobra, he grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him out of the house running,
"Go, go, go!"

Fun Ghoul and Jet Star were already waiting by the car as they made it outside; Party Poison motioning to them frantically,

"Get in the fucking car! Hurry up!"

"What the hell is it," Kobra shouted as he climbed into the passenger's seat,

"What the fuck's gotten in to you!?"

The fiery-haired man glanced back at the house as he reached the driver's side door. The angel was now standing on the porch; it's hand extended toward him as it gazed blankly out of stone eyes.

He swallowed hard, shaking his head as he quickly got in and started the car. The tires squealed and screeched as he pulled away, kicking up dust and dirt behind them. It clouded the angel from their view.

Fun Ghoul gasped for air, shaking his head as he held the camera to his chest,

"Jesus Christ...what the fuck was that?"

Party Poison glanced back in his rear view mirror as he pulled fast away from the house. As the dust settled down, he could see that the angel now stood in the middle of the road; a horrific scream plastered to it's marble face. He swallowed hard.

'She said come on, come on, just spit casually. Come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world.'


A/N: Hola, mi amigos~ It's been awhile! Hope you guys have been well. :3
I hope you enjoyed the chapter and as always feel free to leave a review~

For those of you in the Black Cat fandom, sorry about Gentleman's Code. Idk if I'll be going back to it for a while, or maybe at all, as the computer I was using to write it is now fried and I'm not sure if it got backed up or not. I had a couple chapters written ahead for it, so they may be dust now. Who knows.

Anyways, welcome to DangerWho~
And I hope you enjoy the ride!

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