Hello Everyone! This is my first ever Fanfiction! It is about My Chemical Romances' "Danger Days" music videos! I am making up a story to go around the events in the videos, so I hope you enjoy it! :D

Party Poison kicked up clouds of dust as he shuffled along the dirt path behind the diner; a lit cigarette was balanced between his dry lips. Kobra kid; his younger brother; watched from a dirty window in the diner as the redhead paced the property. He knew what Poison was thinking about.

Fun Ghoul punctured a can of Power Pup with a dull knife, trying his best to get to the sloppy contents. All the group had to eat for the past month was cans of the slimy brown bean-goo. Not the meal of choice, but it had to do.

"Damn it," Ghoul exclaimed, slamming the can on the counter before him. "You had to go and break the ONLY can opener we had." His bitter words were directed towards Kobra Kid. The blonde didn't answer, he just gazed out the window, concerned with his brother's actions.

"What is he doing?" Ghoul asked as muffled curses coming from outside trailed in. Poison picked up small rocks and pieces of debris and chucked them into the air of the hazy desert that seemed to stretch on forever before him. He eventually dropped to his knees and put his head in his hands.

"The news hit him hard," Kobra whispered. "I mean, it's hitting us all hard. But I've never seen him like this. He's well... broken." Kobra's eyes closed and he rested his head against the pane of glass. Seconds later, a rock smashed against the very same window, causing both Kobra and Ghoul to jump. An angry Party Poison stood on the other side of the glass.

"FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed at the two. He turned away and disappeared behind the corner.

Lindsey and Bandit; Party Poison's wife and young daughter; were hiding in their basement when news of the bombs broke out. Poison, Kobra, Ghoul, and Jet Star were about an hour and a half away from their families when the bombs hit, taking shelter in their small recording studio. Poison, known as Gerard at that time, was on his cell phone trying to console his wife.

"Lindsey, it's going to be okay," he said to her over the phone. "I love you and Bandit, and I will see you s-" The phone broke off. That was the last time he had been able to make contact with her. The rest of the group had no better luck. All phone signals were lost.

The men knew deep inside that their loved ones were most likely dead, but the thought was too painful for them to think about. They held onto the hope that they had somehow survived and found shelter, and were out there looking for them. They wanted to believe that they would be reunited with their families one day.

All hope was lost this morning.

A scratchy signal came over Dr. Death-Defying's radio. A fellow killjoy, warning the small groups around battery city to steer clear of zone 6; BL/ind draculoids had raided the area, searching for killjoys living there. When Jet Star pulled open the map Dr. D had plotted of the different zones, their hearts sank. It was the area that their families had last been in before the bombs hit.

Poison had been outside for several hours doing nothing but kicking debris and cursing at the wind. Jet Star was with Dr. D, trying to keep his mind off of his wife. Kobra Kid just sat at the table forcing himself to keep calm, and watching his brother. And Ghoul was slightly hysterical.

He ran around the diner doing mundane tasks, from stacking the cans of Power Pup, to doing pull ups in the doorway, to fixing crooked pictures on the walls. When Kobra told him to knock it off, he tried his luck at opening a can of the greasy food without any luck.

He stood silent behind Kobra for a few moments, both men staring out into the distance. Poison was nowhere in sight, all there was to see was dust, dirt, and a few very dehydrated plants. A tear finally made its way out of Ghoul's eye.

"Oh my god," He said, everything finally hitting him. Just then, he broke down. "My babies. My wife... gone. Oh my god. Oh my...GOD. How could... how could... this have happened? No no no no no..." He collapsed into the booth Kobra was seated at. Kobra looked at him sympathetically, fighting tears himself.

"I don't know why this happened Ghoul. I can't believe it myself. Its not fair. But we need to keep our asses alive, and kill these people that did this to our families. I'm not going to let them get me until I bring some of them down. And you know there are others besides us that want the same. So we are going to put up a hell of a fight, you hear me?" Kobra was impressed with how strong he forced his voice to sound, when inside he felt like he was breaking. But he knew Ghoul needed the support more than anything right now.

"Lets blast them to the back row." Ghoul said, wiping his eye with the back of his gloved hand. Kobra patted his back and the two slid out of the booth. As soon as they stood up, a flustered Party Poison rushed into the room.

"Get Jet. NOW." He growled. Kobra ran to get him, and when the group was finally together, Party Poison broke the silence.

"I heard a car. In the distance. I don't know where it went, but it was loud." He spoke quickly.

"Shit. You think its dracs?" Ghoul asked. The group looked worriedly at one another. They yanked their ray guns out of their holsters and headed for the front door of the diner.

Poison slid on his yellow masquerade mask and raised his matching gun. "Lets go find out."