06/07/11. Hey, people! I decided to start this early; it was yesterday that I posted the last chapter, so I figured, why make them wait longer?
The last chapter was the first chapter with NO grammar mistakes! I am aiming for the same with this one.
Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Chapter Three
Your Twisted Shell
Crash, Ghoul, Show, Cola and Flame got out of the Trans-Am and stood in front of an abandoned Drac warehouse. All was quiet, except for the sounds of crickets and the occasional tumbleweed blowing across the sand.
Despite having set out to aid the Killjoys, Show Pony was uncomfortable around the others whether it was because they were at a Drac warehouse, or because he was not as good friends with any of the other Killjoys as they were with each other, he did not let on.
An awkward silence hung in the air for a while before Ghoul cleared his throat.
"Okay," the black-haired Killjoy said, "The front entrance appears to be unguarded, but I don't think we should take our chances. Cola, do you want to check out the back entrance?"
Flame and Crash muffled their laughter, but Ghoul still heard it.
"Grow up you two."
Agent Cherri Cola nodded at Ghoul's previous question, "Alright, but I'm taking Flame."
Crash groaned, she cracked her knuckles and glared at the orange sky, "Fine, I might as well see if there are any extra entrances. Don't follow me bitches, this ass will cover itself."
Show Pony and Cola stared after her as she left, Cola's jaw dropped before he said, "I think she reads too much Murder..."
Ghoul shook his head, "Flame, Cola, off you go. We don't need anymore distractions."
Flame and Cola shot him a look of annoyance; they were not the ones causing distractions, Ghoul was the one who stared at the tumbleweed like an idiot. They did as he told them though, and set off to the back.
Show sat in silence watching the front entrance in case a Draculoid appeared, or worse, a member of the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/ Unit.
He wondered why Ghoul kept him with him; did he not trust him to wander around without a weapon?
His unasked questioned was answered when the older man turned to him and said, "There's something I need to ask you."
Show bit his lip, "Yeah?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ghoul had turned away from Show Pony and was pointing his ray gun towards the entrance. His question had a serious tone to it and he was frowning slightly.
Show looked at him stunned, he kept a defiant gaze in his eyes as he turned to the entrance again, "Yeah. I want to help you guys save the world. I don't wanna sit back and watch anyone else die."
Ghoul nodded, he ignored the last sentence. It was personal and not something you asked someone who you do not even know about. He wondered to himself about it though, what was his story? Who did he see die?
They sat in silence, not an awkward kind, but the kind that calms people down and gets them used to each other's presence.
Soon, Flame and Cola, who had returned from behind the warehouse, met them. There were no Dracs they had told them, but also no sign of Crash when they walked round to meet them.
It was at that moment that the front door opened, the Killjoys waiting outside readied their ray guns, but Crash Poison stepped out wide-eyed at the three guns pointed at her.
"Uh, hi?" she asked timidly. Flame frowned at her slightly, having not seen (or heard) her act timid on any occasion.
Ghoul sighed and put away his ray gun, shaking his head as he did so. Crash had a habit of giving them a short adrenaline rush, "Dumbass," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck;
they all felt the heat of the sun blazing down on them in an effortless attempt to cause them heatstroke.
"How did you get in?" Flame asked; she had not seen any sign that Crash had opened any doors.
Crash grinned at her and pointed at the slanted roof, "The window in the top. There were loads of boxed piled against the wall on the inside, and a dumpster on the outside."
"That'd make Napalm's day," Cola said, "I don't think British people have them outside warehouses."
"What about Masquerade and Romance?" Ghoul asked, distracted easily by the current conversation, "Aren't they from England too?"
Cola raised an eyebrow at him, "Well, yeah. But you know those two; I wouldn't be surprised if they eat people's brains like a soft boiled egg."
Ghoul shuddered, "Alright, no more distractions," he glared at Cola for bringing up the subject, "The place is abandoned, right Crash?"
"Hells yeah homie."
Everyone stared at her as if she was an idiot, but she ignored this and waltzed back into the warehouse. She made sure that her hair was swishing slightly as she moved.
Ghoul bit his lip, "Let's go," he said following Crash. The other Killjoys nodded and followed him. They noticed the eeriness of the undisturbed warehouse.
Well, undisturbed apart from the pile of boxes covered in dried dirt.
Agent Cherri Cola knelt down in front of what seemed to be a large sunbed and inspected the sides, looking for instructions or even a name.
"Better Living Industries," he announced aloud to the group, "Restoration UNIT Mach One. For potential UNITs, restores back to half-health, set for memory wiping. The Aftermath is Secondary."
Ghoul frowned from where he stood against a shelf full of Draculoid masks and batteries; the instructions Cola had read out were confusing. He turned around and watched the back of Cola's head as it shook in disgust.
"It's wrong," he muttered pulling on the green tips of his hair, "I think this is what they use to make Dracs and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/ Units."
Los Angeles
A blonde woman sat on her sofa in her family's living room, if you could call it a family. There was a time when her eight year old daughter had a father, but events had unfolded three years ago that had left the then- five year old asking where her daddy was.
It was heartbreaking to say the least; Lindsey Way had never known her father, so when she met, married and had a child with Gerard Way, she was hoping for that to not happen. She knew that Gerard would be there for his little baby, but they hadn't had contact with him since he left early in the morning.
He was not the only one to leave though, Frank Iero, Mikey Way and Ray Toro had all left their wives at the same time as Gerard. Frank had left his twin girls behind without explanation of where he was headed.
Lindsey was not alone in her seemingly empty house; Jamia Iero, Alicia Simmons-Way and Christa Toro all felt the same loneliness as the bassist. In fact, Christa had just told Ray that she was pregnant with their first child that same night. She was in such a state of panic when it came to her raising little Sebastian Toro by herself.
When questioned by her daughter, all Lindsey could do was hold back tears and answer with "Daddy's gone to war." That was all that Gerard told her to say, as they lay in bed that night. He told her to tell Bandit that he loved her, before announcing to his wife that he was going to war.
"Against who?" Lindsey had asked him. She was answered by silence from the younger man.
"Fine," she had told him, "Anything else you need to tell me?"
"Yeah," he had finally answered her, "Don't take the pills."
But now, Alicia was leant against the heater in her sister-in-law's living room, she was facing the street outside, as if she was waiting for their husbands to return. This action was repeated every time she and the others visited. Alicia had no child to occupy her time with like Jamia, Lindsey and Christa, so she spent her days waiting for Mikey to return from wherever he had been.
The years were beginning to take its toll on them.
"Why?"
Christa looked up at her; it was the first time Alicia had spoken from her place at the windowsill, "Why what?"
Pain and misery was in the woman's eyes as she turned to the three mothers sharing a sofa, she asked them all a question that had been plaguing their minds for a long time now, "Why does it have to be this way?"
The television was blaring in the background; there were no children's channels like Disney anymore, or any of the older channels like BBC or ITV. All the channels that were not owned by BLI were closed down; even the radio stations had been taken over.
There was one that was still standing, the pirate radio station, hosted by Dr. Death Defying was run by The Fabulous Killjoys. It was an action that not only updated runaway Killjoys on trouble in the zones, but also infuriated Better Living's leader Korse.
"There's something terrible happening out there," Alicia told them, "And I think they're at the centre of it."
By 'they', she meant their husbands, and the mysterious group of outlaws known as The Fabulous Killjoys. They were all confused by them, never saw their faces or heard them speak (apart from Dr. D that is), they brought colour to the black and white world, and they reintroduced the unknown to a world where everything is marked out for them. Yet, no one but the followers that met them, know their appearance.
It was unlikely that Better Living knew it as well, every picture posted on walls and FactNews showed their faces obscured by a red cross. Even without the cross, their identities were unknown- each of the Killjoys seemed to be looking down at them, like the dirt that was constantly on their shoes.
"The Fabulous Killjoys are currently recruiting new followers in their battle against Better Living Industries. BLI suspect that The Fabulous Killjoys are the ones responsible for the disappearance of many civilians and celebrities, most recently- former lead singer of American rock band The Used- Bert McCracken. The Fabulous Killjoys are also rumoured to be responsible for the murder of ex drummer Robert Bryar. If you see anyone appearing to be a Killjoy, please report them to Better Living Industries, for the sake of humanity."
The Scouting Killjoys
Flame scowled as she kicked the wall beside her, "Damn it!" she cried, "We're never going to find anything in this God forsaken dump. Waste of time, I tell you..."
Cola and Crash ignored Flame's rants; instead, they stopped looking to stare at a poster.
"Oh shit," Cola muttered, "Bert McCracken's gone missing guys..."
Ghoul dropped the detonator he was holding as the room went silent; Bert was once a close friend of Gerard Way's, but now that he was missing, that old, dead friendship may have no hopes of being brought back to life.
Cola pulled down the poster and stared into the face of a rugged looking thirty-five year old. A wild look glare back at him, the lips of the younger man were pulled into a snarl.
There was no doubt about it; Bert McCracken looked insane, like, Charles Manson insane.
Cola looked up to see that the poster had been hiding a button, "Hey guys?"
Show looked at him, "Yeah?"
Cola stepped back to show the button, "What do you think this button does?"
Flame growled, "It better open a fucking door," she muttered.
Cola rolled his eyes and pressed the button. There was a low, grinding sound as the mechanics set to work after years without use. Slowly, a gap began to form in the metallic walls. A gasp of anticipation was released from Show's lips, as he peered from behind Cola to see what was on the other side.
Show Pony gaped at what see saw when the door opened fully, "It's like heaven for an explosions expert!"
Bombs, grenades, ray guns and even the odd bazooka were littered across thousands of shelves, on each shelf hung an anti-Killjoy poster, blaring words of hate.
Ghoul walked towards a bazooka on a bottom shelf, and tried to pick it up. Cola rolled his eyes when the younger asked for his help.
But Show walked past the numerous shelves, searching for a ray gun that looked decent enough for him to carry around with him. He was about to turn back and pick up an orange one he saw, when he walked straight into the chest of a Drac.
~End of Chapter~
7.08.2011.
It took me over a month to write this! My God!
I am sorry for the long wait; I have been getting ideas for a Frikey and a Rikey fanfic, so they might be turning up!
I have started listening to The Used and HIM, so, I am hoping for more inspirations to write the next chapters.
Thank you to LittleMissSweeneyTodd, St. Jimmy's Army and ChemicalKilljoy13 for your reviews!
A little shout out, I've been reading My Cutthroat Romance by LittleMissSweeneyTodd, go try it out, it's a Sweeney Todd/Gerard Way slash fic!
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