Okay, so, I probably should've mentioned this earlier, but I'm just gonna tell you now. If you guys were wondering about James (you'll find out the connection later), I took the Killjoy personas and gave them names which are coincidently MCR's middle names, since real people aren't allowed on this site. So James=Mikey. I hope that made sense. xD

Chapter Three

My alarm clock went off, screaming into the eleven o'clock air. I sat up straight in bed and slammed the snooze. The noise put me on edge. I stretched my arms and yawned, keeping silent to hear my parents downstairs. It sounded like just small talk. I pushed off my comforter and swung my legs off the side of the bed. My feet met my soft, green slippers, which I slid on.

I trudged to the bathroom, and shut the door softly behind me. The room smelled of violet. My brown hair had decided to curl over the course of the night, and even after I ran my brush through it, it remained in the same disheveled position. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before heading downstairs to face the day.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." My mom said as she ruffled my hair, making it worse than it was five minutes ago. "Your father's gone out to the store since you neglected to pick up the groceries this week." She said, sternly.

"Oh my gosh!" I remembered suddenly. "I'm so sorry. I was out of it. My mind was running all over the place."

"Just don't make a habit of it. I imagine you're excited for the ceremony tonight," she scolded as she walked to the sink and turned on the tap to fill a glass with water, "but you have to remember your chores. You're not eighteen yet."

"Sorry, Mother. I'll start as soon as I finish breakfast."

She opened a prescription bottle and downed a pill with the glass of water. "I'll be cleaning the attic today, so if you need anything, take the stairs from the hallway by my bedroom."

My mother kissed my cheek and whisked away up the stairs, leaving me to scavenge through the nearly empty cabinets for my breakfast. There was bread underneath the counter and I toasted a slice, buttering it the perfect amount. I sat on one of the stools along the island, staring at the radio, too afraid to turn it on.

The public only gets a few stations. One is general public news, another is teenager public news regarding school and things of that nature, and the last is just a comedic station, though no one funny was ever on. All the other stations needed passcodes. Those were used by security personnel, and special workers. Rumor was the Killjoys had their own station. No one was brave enough to check.

I stuck my plate in the dish washer and hit the button to start the cycle. Time passed rather quickly as I kept my mind entertained by the chores I had to do. In no time, the dirty laundry was in the laundry room, the clean laundry had been folded and distributed each person, the kitchen counters were sprayed and cleaned, and my bedroom floor was vacuumed and looking nicer than it had in weeks. As I stepped back and admired my work, my mother meandered in.

"Your father just got home, and we're going to eat a quick dinner and then get ready for tonight, okay?"

"Okay, Mother." I smiled as she headed back out the door and down the stairs. I was so not ready.

-XXX-

The dress was definitely out of my comfort zone. After years of rarely wearing anything but our gray uniforms and occasional jeans, I had never worn a dress that I could recall. Needless to say, I felt ridiculous coming out of my bathroom in a full-out ball gown.

It reached the floor, and was a rich blue that gave you a serene feeling. There was a ribbon that separated the top from the bottom, and it was one-sleeved, the sleeve made of faux blue felt flowers along my left shoulder. My hair was down and my mother had offered to curl it, so once I had first put on the dress she got to work.

My usually wavy brown hair decided not to be as stubborn tonight, and allowed my mother to curl it. She put foundation and eye shadow on my face, which really topped the cake for the most uncomfortable. Once it was all done, I didn't look half bad. I never realized how much work goes into being a girl, since I had never bothered much about my appearance. I hadn't really cared.

By the time we got to the school, my mom had realized I was wearing my blue high-tops. She scolded me, but there was nothing she could do now. Not that anyone could see them anyway- the dress was so long.

I spotted Liam by the front doors and said good-bye to my parents. Liam was wearing a tux with a blue tie on- the same color of my dress. "Well don't you look fancy." I laughed while walking over to him. He blushed a bit and looked down at his outfit.

"Have you seen yourself?" Liam looked back at me. "Is that... Make-up?" He asked, putting his hand up to his mouth in faux-surprise.

"Hah, hah. Yes, it is, actually." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Well, I happen to think you look lovely." Liam smiled. I blushed and looked at the ground. "And the sneakers are a nice touch."

We headed into the gymnasium where all of this year's graduates were starting to sit down in the rows of chairs set aside for them. They all wore orange robes, representing their class color. I had to say, I was glad my year is blue.

Liam and I were two of the three students chosen to attend the ceremony of the class ahead of us. The top three of the class are brought onto the stage, introduced to the crowd and are presented with an apprenticeship for the Tower for a year, until we ourselves graduate. Those students wear their own class colors. This is to signify the greatness of our people and provide hope for next generations. So they say.

I managed to find the three seats set aside for us by the far wall, and we made our way over. It was then we saw Mark leaning against the wall, scoping the place out. Mark was an interesting character- he was smart without trying. So, naturally, he made it obvious he wasn't trying. He wanted everyone to know he didn't care. His light brown curly hair was always disheveled, and I couldn't imagine the pain he must be going through wearing that tux.

Mark smirked when he saw us coming. "I like your shoes." He pointed to my sneakers. "I would kill to be out of this thing." He pulled at the neck of his tux like it was poisonous.

"One night won't kill you." Liam said and sat down at his seat.

"This one shouldn't, but the next one might." I laughed, thinking about next year at our own ceremony, and sat down next to Liam.

Mark groaned in response and flopped down on the last seat on the other side of me. This was gonna be a long night.

-XXX-

"Remind me why we're here again, Poison?" I asked my brother. This seemed like a really stupid idea to me. We were breaking into the school... On the night of the ceremony... That was just asking for trouble. And Dracs.

"Because- we need to take down a Drac. The uniform will be helpful for infiltration and the walkie-talkie will keep us on the inside. Not to mention help Dr. D." Poison explained for what was no doubt the twentieth time. He ran a hand through his red hair, before placing his mask on. It was time.

Ghoul pulled on his zombie mask and Jet pulled on his astronaut helmet. I wiped a bit of the gray spray-paint off the back of my red helmet before pulling it over my head. The four of us pulled our ray-guns out of our holsters, and nodded silently to each other. Poison opened the door and led us into the school.

The hallway was eerily familiar as I quietly walked down, both hands grasping my gun, finger on the trigger waiting for someone to jump out. I remember walking through these hallways with friends, not even realizing how horrible the higher power was. I remember my best friend, my first crush, my old family...

I got my grip back on reality, squeezing the gun tighter. We reached a fork in the hallway and Poison led us right. We walked past empty classrooms, shadows engulfing the desks and horrible smiling faces everywhere.

When we began to hear voices and applause, we knew we had gone the right way. Oddly enough, we hadn't come across any Dracs. Which meant we had to be extra careful. Whenever we think we get lucky, that's when we're toast.

The four of us hid behind a wall, staying hidden from the people in the auditorium. We lifted our masks so we could talk. "Okay, no Dracs yet. We need to be on our toes. There have to be some somewhere around here. Korse doesn't have leaders walking around unattended." Poison said, trying to think things through.

"There should be a few, but they're probably hidden from the people, either in these hallways or outside the gym, waiting on a signal to hide when the people get dismissed." Ghoul said, inputting his ideas.

"So we find one, take him down, and boom! We have inside access." Jet smiled, happy the plan seemed so easy.

"Where should we-" I began, but shut up immediately. There was a footstep nearby. Someone was listening. We all looked in the direction and spotted a teenage girl in a blue dress. Figures the goody-two-shoes had to overhear us.

Jet sprinted to catch her as the three of us followed, guns still in hand. He grabbed her, one arm around her waist, the other around her neck. We needed to find out how much she knew.

-XXX-

I had originally left for a bathroom break. I didn't mean to stumble upon a gang in mid-mission. When I heard voices, I got scared and stood dead still, listening. They were coming from another hallway. I silently looked around the corner.

There were four guys. All masked, all had weapons. I hid back behind the wall and pushed myself up against it to try to catch their conversation. "So we find one, take him down, and boom! We have inside access." One said.

I didn't know who he was talking about, and quite frankly, I didn't want to. There was this feeling they were part of something bigger than I wanted to concern myself with. Weighing my options, I figured leaving now would be my best bet, before the came around the corner and killed me for just being there.

I turned to walk slowly and quietly away, but tripped over the hem of my dress. My right foot crashed down on the tile. Silence. My heart hammered in my chest. I looked around the corner to see if they heard me. They had.

Before I heard the man's footsteps coming after me, I ran faster than I ever had. Never had I been so happy to be wearing sneakers. But he was faster. He caught up to me, and put an arm around my neck, keeping me silent for fear of him choking me to death. The man held me still with his other arm around my stomach. Never had I been so scared in my life.

I was totally hopeless.

Thanks again for the reviews I got! You guys are so awesome! :D (And to Carry- this is the only site I upload to.) It's nice to know people are reading this and like it! I'm gonna try my best to continue uploading every Friday. I hope you guys liked this chapter- we finally see the Fabulous Killjoys! Review? :)