K so this is my first fanfiction like ever so no hate (but constructive critcisissmsimismismsimsm is allowed *You may be wondering this and so just to confirm I am a fully functional human being...I think.
If this sucks feel free to tell me
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh
I don't own any of the whole Danger Days/Killjoy thing. (Do I look like sexy motherfucker Gerard Way)
I'm just going to crawl back into my hole of self pity and fandom.
Enjoy!
Never done a line break before...Here we go
The weight of a hundred and fourteen dead killjoys hung over her head like a dying Drac.
She didn't know what to think when the silence had fallen over the diner, and Jet advanced straight to her, not once breaking eyecontact.
What was it that they were talking about? A dead Drac?
Peering over at the dingy newspaper box, hidden in the shadows of the jazz clubs, she could barely make out the headline.
"ESTIMATED 67 ASSASSINATED IN SUBURBAN SHOOTOUT"
A shootout.
Based on the photo of a smiling Drac, it was safe to assume that the 67 were Killjoys.
Killjoys.
It's a beautiful new day
Runnin' down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city on the streets
Where once was pity,
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today.
Ha.
Since when did they play Electric Light Orchestra.
Sometimes people don't realize how much they need hope.
Its pitiful really.
As she began to hear the choir singing, she took it as her own sign to escape the happiness.
The faith.
The ignorance.
How incredible it was that you could forget all your problems and run away.
She imagined where he would be right now.
Poison always came looking whenever she ran off to the city. It was past curfew and well, it made sense that the Dracs would be doing their rounds around this time. She estimated in her head...He would be around here in a solid ten minutes.
She was never the one with the best of ideas. She could`ve just gone into the club, waited out till Poison came round looking for her, but she was rather stubborn, and ever so slightly clever... never a good mix.
Only problem is she was never really an active participant in the Battery City`s education system.
She was one rebellious goose.
Truth is, she knew the wise thing to do was to wait, but where was the fun in that?
She slunk back into the cliché dark alleyway, and ascended the conveniently placed stairs (really just old pieces of scraps nailed into the brick) that led up to the second floor of the building. She couldn't help but admire the moon.
She remembered when Dr. D used to tell her stories about it.
The moon, which was now close to being swallowed up by the sun, wasn't just a white glimmering spot in the sky.
It was bigger.
And whiter.
By now Dr.D was in his own world describing to the toddler what it was like 15 years ago. He said it was so close that people could shoot up into the sky, and walk on it.
And they wouldn't get burned.
By now she had made it up to the second floor window, which was ever so slightly opened.
She saw a man, a woman and a Drac talking.
She couldn't hear a thing.
The woman had shoulder length hair, and she looked...
familiar.
The man was reaching behind his back, and before the Girl could react, the Drac was bleeding, lifeless on the ground.
The woman laughed.
Then the woman sighted a certain killjoy standing frozen on the other side of a certain window.
I hope you read that in a dark, brooding voice
If you didn't I COMMAND YOU TO REREAD EVERYTHING OR PERISH BY THE WRATH OF STORMAGEDDON DARK LORD OF ALL
wow if you actually read this then you are awesome and take my virtual high five
-virtual high five line break-
And yes I will update this,
even if like one person reads this
I BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF ... BELIEVING!