Disclaimer : I don't own MCR, any of the members of MCR, or the Fabulous Killjoys. None of these characters are based on real people. I only own the plot and the OC's.

Battery City was silent. Clouds of dust billowed in the still air. Everything was silent. There were no birds singing out. There hadn't been birds for years. Not since before the fires of 2012.

Suddenly, though all the dust and haze, two figures became visible. They walked swiftly; ray guns raised high, waiting for anyone to attack. If they dared, that is.

Synthetic Flame stood tall on the left, ray gun pointed out in front of her, her shocking purple hair billowing behind. Beside her stood her good friend and companion, Crimson Pixie whose violently cut black and red hair was tucked inside the mask that covered her eyes. They were beautiful and terrifying, like blood and roses.

They shone through the ashes like searchlights as they made their way through the deserted landscape that was Battery City. They kept their ray guns up even though the city seemed to be deserted.

Without speaking, they made their way around the BL/ind vans that sat in rows along the side of the main building. No one was in sight.

Suddenly, they came across a car that was very different from the rest of the BL/ind vans. It was old and dusty; a large spider airbrushed on its hood, and lying on the spider was the body of a man. The girls rushed over. He had brown hair that spiralled out from his scalp and an eye-patch covering his right eye. His left stared blankly up at the sky. Even in the dark, the ray gun wound was evident. A shocking scorch mark on his dusty jacket.

Crimson reached up, and with her thumb, she slowly closed his left eye. A silent tear fell down her cheek from under her mask and into the dead man's curly hair.

"Jet Star," she spoke softly, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall, "You shall not be forgotten,"

Synthetic Flame put a hand on her friend's shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly.

"There's nothing we can do," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper,

Crimson sniffed, looking away from Jet Star, and nodded. The two continued on through the city until they reached the main building's front doors.

Drac's littered the ground surrounding the glass doors, ray gun burns staining their pristine white uniforms. Flame couldn't help but feel sorry for them. Poor, innocent people, brainwashed by BL/ind. But there was nothing they could do to save them. They were gone now.

Flame shuddered as she peered through the doors. Amidst the white, she could see colours, and that only meant one thing.

Opening the door, the first thing they saw was the body. Facing the sky, you could see the faint trace of a smile on his lips, as though he was mocking BL/ind like he had done for a good portion of his life. The wound just above his heart still smoked, and his shirt was slightly up, revealing the many tattoos that were on his stomach. Fun Ghoul looked so peaceful in death.

Flame knelt down beside him, brushing away the stray strands of hair that covered his face. He was unmoving and silent. A pure angel.

"You brave, brave soldier," Flame whispered, kissing his cold forehead lightly.

She stood up, and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a flash of red., she turned around to see a man with blonde hair and a red jacket laying on the ground a few metres away. The two girls walked over through the maze of Drac bodies.

As they came closer, they realised that his ray gun was still in his gloved hand. Crimson knelt beside him, brushing Kobra Kid's blonde hair away from his beautiful face. But no sooner had her hand touched his skin when he grabbed her arm with his free hand, putting his ray gun up to her head.

"Who are you?" he managed to choke out, and although his voice was weak, his hold on her was not.

"C-Crimson Pixie," she stuttered, shying away from the ray gun that was pointed straight at her temple.

"And you?" Kobra suddenly turned the ray gun on Flame who stood paralysed above them. He didn't release his hold on Crimson.

"Synthetic Flame," she whispered, shocked that Kobra Kid was still alive, "H-how …?"

"I just got shot in the arm," he winced, "Where are the others?"

Crimson and Flame exchanged nervous glances. Kobra continued to stare at them, waiting for an answer.

Finally, Flame sighed sadly.

"They're dead," she said softly,

Kobra's eyes widened in horror, and he swallowed hard. Then suddenly, his eyes began to glow, not with horror, but with relief.

He let go of Crimson, apologizing. She smiled acceptingly as she rubbed her wrist. Kobra then stuck his hand into his pocket and fished out a vial of glowing green liquid.

He pulled himself up into a sitting position. Flame offered her hand and he gladly accepted. She pulled him to his feet.

Once he was standing, the girls could clearly see his wound through the hole in his jacket. It was red raw and glistened with blood.

"We should get that looked at-" Crimson began, but Kobra cut her off,

"No time. Where are the others?"

Flame pointed at Fun Ghoul who lay about ten metres away. Kobra ran over to him, and kneeled beside his head. He uncorked the vial and poured some of the green liquid onto Ghoul's wound.

Suddenly Ghoul began to shake violently, his body exploding in tremors. The ray gun wound began to smoke green putrid gasses. Green liquid spilled out of his mouth as he made a horrible gagging noise. He gave one more violent shudder and was still.

Both the girls stood back in horror at what they'd just witnessed. Crimson's hand covered her mouth and she shook her head. It didn't work, she thought, Whatever it was, it didn't work.

But suddenly, there was a flicker on Ghoul's face. Just a slight movement. And then, his eye lids flickered, revealing his hazel eyes as they stared up, confused at the three figures that stood above him.

Both Flame and Crimson's mouths opened in shock. They had just witnessed a dead man come to life again, a feat they never thought was possible.

"What was that stuff?" Flame asked, shocked.

"I found it in the BL/ind lab," Kobra said, smiling, "It can bring people back to life,"

"That's incredible," Crimson gasped,

"Um, hello?" came a voice from the floor. They all turned around to see Ghoul still lying on the floor, a look on his face, "I'm still here!"

Kobra grinned widely as he helped his friend to his feet. Ghoul smoothed out his shirt and picked up his neon green ray gun from the ground.

"So what just happened?" he asked, "And who the hell are they?" he motioned at Crimson and Flame.

They introduced themselves and explained how they had heard about the raid on Battery City and had come to scope out the situation.

"We would have got here earlier," Flame continued, "If we hadn't run into a horde of Dracs,"

"So why was I just lying on the floor," Ghoul asked, "And-SHIT!- why does my shoulder hurt so bad?"

"Um," Kobra said, rubbing his neck awkwardly, "I kind of just brought you back from the dead …"

"Wait … seriously?" Ghoul said excitedly, "So I was dead, and you brought me back to life?"

Kobra nodded, suppressing a laugh.

"That's so sick!" Ghoul punched his fist in the air, doing a little dance that made everyone giggle,

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Kobra laughed, "Now come on, we have to go bring Jet back too,"

Kobra and Ghoul followed Flame and Crimson outside to where Jet Star lay on the hood of the car. Kobra poured some of the neon liquid onto his wound. Jet Star shook just as Ghoul had done.

"But I looked way more sexy when I was coming back from the dead," he remarked, making Crimson giggle,

"You wish," Jet Star suddenly croaked, a faint smile forming on his lips. He opened his eye, peering up at the group.

"Welcome back, Jet," Kobra said with a smile as he offered Jet Star his hand, helping him up,

"Alright, two down, one to go," Kobra said once Jet Star had finished dusting himself off, "Now where's Poison?"

The two girls looked at each other again, this time looking worried.

"Where's Poison?" Kobra asked again, "Where's my brother? I saw Korse shoot him, then I shot Korse in the leg. He was down,"

"We didn't see Poison or Korse," Flame said worriedly,

Suddenly the whole group gasped.

Korse had taken Party Poison.