Chapter Three
Bandit
Killjoys. Freaking Killjoys.
I couldn't believe I was actually in the car with 4 Killjoys! This is possibly the best this that could have happened to me right now. This meant that I could finally show those murderers that they can't get away with this shit. I could be trained, I could actually become a Killjoy myself!
We stopped when it got dark; if we tried driving with our lights on we'd be caught within minutes. The guys pulled some blankets and stuff from under the car seats, lay them out on the ground and pretty much settled down for the night. They found a spare one for me, and I lay down to sleep close to the car. For some reason, I found its large, bulky presence comforting. I couldn't sleep for a while, and long after the rest of them had fallen asleep I rolled onto my back and gazed up at the hundreds of thousands of beautiful yet lonely stars. I sighed sadly, knowing just how they must feel.
"Whatcha thinking about, little girlie?" A voice piped up from somewhere on my right. It was the blonde guy who pretty much always wore sunglasses. He kept his voice low, so he didn't wake the others. Unsurprisingly he wasn't wearing his sunglasses now, and I could see he had hazel, almost amber eyes.
I looked into them. "Let's get something straight here; I am not a little girl. I'm 17 years old, and I do not like it when people patronise me. 'Kay?" I glared at him, and he smirked at me.
"Hey, it's only a joke, just teasing." He pulled a face, sticking his tongue out at me. I couldn't help but giggle; his expression was just so goofy, so silly, so ridiculously cute, I couldn't stop myself.
He smiled back at me. "You're ok? I can understand this must be very strange for you, being randomly taken away from your home, but I'm sure you'll-"
"Home? What home? I haven't had a real home since those bastards came along and fucked everything up." I spat the words out like venom, hoping it would take some of my bitterness away. "To be honest with you…" I looked at him inquisitively.
"Oh, I'm Kobra Kid." He paused. "But my name's Mikey. Mikey Way." He gave me a very serious look, and I nodded slightly. "Yeah, I know how dangerous it is for me to know your real name, and I'm glad you trust me with it." I flashed him a quick smile. "But yeah, to be honest I'm relieved you guys found me before anyone else."
"Really? You must be one of the only ones. I know there are so many people who would rather be found by the draculoids than by us 'criminals'." His face grew even more serious, and he looked away from me.
I was silent for a moment. "My name's Bandit, by the way." He looked at me again.
"Bandit?" "Yeah..." I giggled. "My Dad loved anything that was unusual, and that included names. Although, I do like having such a unique name." I smiled to myself sadly.
"Was?" He looks at me sadly, and I nodded. He must have known I didn't want to talk about it, and left it at that.
"The guy who's vertically challenged with black hair, that's Fun Ghoul, real name's Frank Iero. The not-so-vertically challenged guy with the awesome afro is Jet Star, and his name's Ray Toro. The one with red hair is Party Poison, and he's called Gerard. He's my brother." He sounded proud to announce that, and gave me a sheepish grin as he said it.
"And if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm gonna come over there and make myself an only child, got it?" A grumpy voice came from far on Mikey's right, and we looked at each other and giggled silently.
"Better get some sleep, missy." He winked at me, then lay down on his other side and went to sleep.
I did the same, turning away from him and gazed out into the never-ending darkness of the desert. And I couldn't help but smile to myself as I replayed that conversation in my head.
I remember my last thought to be "I think I prefer 'missy' to 'little girl'." And then I surrendered to the unknown, and slept.