Gahh! I am always doing this! Last chapter, it was supposed to be 'five new followers' and 'over five years before'.
So sorry about my mix-up, hopefully it won't happen again.
Thanks to LittleMissSweeneyTodd for your review! I might be able to twist the original backgrounds and fit you in in this or the third chapter.
I am including parts to show how BLI have affected the UK.
So, without further ado, on with the fic.
Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Chapter Two
Someone Buy Me Roses
It was now the year 2017; two years after the five followers joined the Killjoys officially. Poison and Ghoul had not seen their daughters in three years, whereas Jet Star did not even know the gender of his child. They also had not seen their families in that time. Being the only one who did not have any children, Kobra could not understand what his fellow Killjoy leaders felt.
Every night, they were occupied by an empty feeling. The four men just wanted to be back home with their wives, creating music and trying to live as normally as they could. Even while they were touring during The Black Parade, the men had not felt this cut off.
Crash Poison had run away from home to fight with the Killjoys. Her family were BLI supporters, and harboured hatred towards The Fabulous Killjoys. With a rebel for a daughter, they were ashamed, and constantly met by glares and dirty looks. After being a fan of My Chemical Romance before their disappearance, the news hit her hard. She heard the accusations made, and began arguing with her family more. The result was a threat of becoming a Drac.
Synthestetic Flame was a pyromaniac. She adored lighting lighters, just so she could watch the flame flicker. Despite this addiction, she hated when people used fire to harm others. Her own parents were fans of MCR, just like her, but after seeing the band's music videos and live videos that used pyrotechnics, they started to focus on the more boring music. They never actually supported BLI, but could see reason behind their plan. Being a Killjoy supporting family, they decided to send their daughter away, to avoid Better Living kidnapping her.
Mibba readers knew Napalm Erotica as the best writer of erotic Frerard fanfics. Mibba was a website that her family did not approve of. Napalm's family also supported Better Living Industries. Like Crash's family, they were ashamed of their rebel daughter, so after hearing her insult BL/ind, they did not bother with a threat; they went straight into putting her up for becoming a Drac, prompting the girl to run away.
Black Masquerade and Electrifying Romance were childhood friends. Despite Masquerade's family not being Killjoy followers, they were also BLI haters. Romance was an orphan, but his friends all agreed with him: Better Living Industries were not doing the world any good. Like with every other English Killjoy, Better Living Industries drove Romance and Masquerade out of their home. They lost their friends and families, their futures and all hopes and dreams of making a name for themselves.
Agent Cherri Cola heard the Trans-Am pull up outside the diner. Masquerade and Napalm had gone to get more food from the Dracs, as they were beginning to run out. He walked out to greet the two. What he saw, was Napalm carrying a tower of Power Pup and Masquerade carrying a duffel bag full of the cans. Cola raised an eyebrow when he saw Masquerade glaring at Napalm.
"What's up?" he asked.
Napalm glared slightly at the male, "She won't shut up about the car," she simply stated entering the diner.
"Ah, of course, what else would it be?"
Masquerade glared at him, "I don't see what everyone's problem is. Why can't I drive it? It's not like I'm going to crash it!"
Romance's laughter filled the diner, "Sure and I'm Angelina Jolie!"
Masquerade rolled her eyes, "You're a douche Romance," she told him with a stern glare.
"No he isn't!" Flame grinned. She ran a hand through her hair, combing through the unwashed locks, "He's a Killjoy!"
Masquerade ignored the ongoing joke and asked, "What did I do to make you guys not trust me?"
The Killjoys gave her a look saying 'Don't go there' Romance even raised an eyebrow.
"Trust me hun, you do NOT want us to answer that."
She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head, "Oh? And why is that?"
"You got a can opener out and said 'Brain Surgery!'" Party Poison told her.
"You're obsessed with knives," Fun Ghoul said.
"What about that time when you killed a Drac and started singing Another One Bites The Dust?" Jet Star said.
"You pointed at all of us and said 'You've all got noses!'" Kobra Kid said.
"Or that time when you had two sips of Relentless in Secondary and you started pointing at the whiteboard saying 'It's a pattern!'" Romance supplied, he then started to count off his fingers, "You got as you called it 'high on Pepsi' then started making Pokémon noises. You stuck your hands down a paint can, claiming it to be warm. Then, you went on about how you want to hire dancers for your funeral, and that you want to dance to Destroya at your wedding. In Art, you asked whether bald people use soap or shampoo. You opened a packet of Randoms, and then went fangirl over the fact that there was a unicorn in it, not to mention the fact that in your world everything sounds like an innuendo. Need I go on?"
Masquerade shook her head, "Fine," she threw her hands in the air, "Alright, you guys think I'm too psycho to drive a car..."
"Do you even have a licence?" Jet asked.
Romance laughed, "Ha! She never even brought a car!"
Napalm just sighed and joined a frowning Masquerade in putting away the many tins of Power Pup behind the bar.
When they finished, the two girls sat at one of the unoccupied tables by the door. Napalm leaned her head on her hand and looked wistfully out of the diner window.
Cola and Romance, being the only ones standing, sat down opposite the two girls. Cola from Napalm, Romance from Masquerade.
"So," Cola said to Napalm. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Did you two come across anything?"
The other Killjoys listened; interested in hearing of anything that could help them in their rebellion against Better Living.
"Well," she answered while Masquerade twiddled her thumbs, "There were a few Drac hideouts, but we couldn't get close to them with just the two of us."
"Understandable," Kobra Kid told them.
"Yeah," Masquerade said, she sighed, "But it was weird. I mean, when we got to the storage building, there were these weird pods, like, I don't know, sunbeds... We were going to see what they did, but that was when the Dracs came in."
There was a jingle as the diner door opened; the Killjoys instantly reached for their ray guns, but stopped when a person rolled in on roller skates, "Don't shoot!"
Party Poison raised an eyebrow, "Who are you?"
The man took off his helmet, revealing black hair and a whole load of eyeliner, "I'm Show Pony. I have heard about you all, and how you are rebelling against the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit and BL/ind. I want to help."
Jet sighed in relief, "Thank God," he stood up and stretched, "You don't mind killing Dracs?"
"No," Show replied.
"Do you have a weapon?" Ghoul asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah... I was going to get to that part."
Kobra sighed, he turned to Napalm and Masquerade, "You two, were there any weapons in the building?"
Napalm thought for a moment, "I didn't see any, did you?" she asked the other girl.
Masquerade shook her head, "I was too busy…"
"Doing what exactly?" Crash asked.
"… Staring at those pods and shoving those tins in the bag…"
Party Poison face palmed.
"Alright," Cola said clapping his hands together, "We need to scout for a weapon for Show Pony then. Who's going to go with us?"
Flame, Crash and Ghoul raised their hands.
"Alrighty then. Let's go!"
The five left to go into the car.
There was a silence.
"I still want to drive it."
"Shut it Masquerade," Napalm said.
~End of Chapter~
I finished this at quarter past ten at night. Phew! I have finished all my exams and ISAs, so I am going to have more time updating the chapters!
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