AN: hello! HAPPY 34TH BIRTHDAY GERARD WAY! - i needed to get that out of my system xD alright, now please enjoy chapter 3! this is for you Heaven! :D
I sat on a cherry red booth in between Fun Ghoul, Show Pony, and Kobra Kid; three of the others Poison had mentioned. Across from me sat Jet Star, Poison, and Missile Kid. We were chatting about our pasts, and I tried to remember more about my own. The memory that caused me to break down was still fresh in my mind. I thought about how miserable my parents looked, and home my dad's words were not only trying to console my mom, but he was trying to convince himself.
"Hey, are you ok?" Poison asked, reaching across the table and wiping away tears from my cheeks that I hadn't known fallen. I fought to keep my voice steady as I answered: "Oh, yeah, I'm fine." I responded. It didn't sound very convincing, but Poison decided to leave it alone. I tuned back into the conversation and heard Poison mention something about him being in a band, I think he was a singer. I opened my mouth to ask him more about it, when the roaring of a motorcycle engine was heard.
We all looked out the window and my mouth dropped open: eight dracs were tearing down the desert road right towards us. I stood at the same time as the others and we all quickly went outside, except for Missile Kid and Show Pony. The desert sun beat down on my face, and I noticed that the others had either masks or bandanas to protect themselves from the harmful rays. I cursed under my breath, but Poison heard it.
"What's wrong?" he asked caringly. He was wearing his mask so I poked it before explaining, "It's hot. And I don't have anything to protect myself from the sun…" I muttered, slightly embarrassed. He looked at me apologetically before muttering something about going inside, and took off back into the building. I watched him go and for the first time noticed what kind of building it was: a diner. I smirked at the casualness of the vintage diner; it was just like old times.
"Hey, Violet! Look out!" Kobra called out. I spun in the direction of his voice and came face to face with a drac. He jumped on me and I yelped in surprise and pain as we hit the ground- hard. The drac pulled a gun out of its holster and pointed it at my forehead. I realized I didn't even have my raygun back yet. "Shit," I said as I kicked the drac as hard as I possibly could in the chest.
It stumbled off of me and I took this time to leap off the ground and run back towards the diner. I wasn't looking where I was going and I collided with someone, both of us falling to the ground. I didn't even bother looking at who I smashed into; I just lashed out at them. I could hear Poison cry, and I instantly looked before me: he was cowering next to me, curling up into a ball. "Oh my gosh, Poison- I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, pulling him off the ground and towards me so he could see how truly sorry I was. He waved me off and placed something in my hands.
I looked down and gasped in surprise and happiness: it was a mask, very similar to Poison's, but the base color was purple and the dots were silver; the rim around the eyes were still black. The other item he handed to me was my raygun. "Thank you!" I exclaimed, hugging him in the process. He smiled back at me and grabbed my hand as he climbed to his feet. "Alright, now you're ready. Let's go!" Poison said before tightening his grip on my hand and pulling me back towards the others and the dracs.
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"You did great, Violet!" Ghoul said, patting my back. We had killed off the dracs and were now sitting back inside the diner. I smiled and thanked Ghoul; I was actually pretty shocked I wasn't hurt. I guess I still remember some of my drac training. I pulled my pure white raygun out of the black holster Jet Star gave to me and frowned at it: it reminded me of BL/ind.
Poison saw me frowning and walked towards the counter, where I was sitting. "You know, we have some paint. You can customize it, if you want." He said. I looked up towards him with a huge grin before nodding rapidly. He chuckled and began heading for the back door of the diner, that I assumed lead to a garage or something similar. Once he reached the door he turned and gestured for me to follow him; I was through the door a second later.
I was right about it leading to a garage, and I quickly found a can of purple paint. I looked around a few minutes longer and discovered black and silver paint as well. Poison asked me if I needed brushes and I happily accepted. He handed me two brushes then said he'd be in the diner and to just call if needed anything. I thanked him before getting to work.
I opened all three cans of paint and thought about how I should design it. Coming up with nothing, I shrugged and dipped the barrel of the gun into the purple paint. I held it up after I pulled it out, allowing the paint to drip lower down the gun. When I was happy with the outcome, I dipped the other end in the black paint, repeating the same actions. Once it had dried considerably, I dipped my fingers into the silver paint, placed my gun gently on the ground, and allowed the silver paint to drip from my fingers onto the entire gun.
I picked up my gun, careful not to smear the paint, and placed it on a vacant shelf in the garage before walking back into the diner, a huge grin plastered on my face. I told Poison about my gun and he suggested I wait till tomorrow to check on it, that way it could dry properly. I nodded and looked out the window, noticing how dark it had gotten. I was busy looking out into the never-ending desert, when I heard a VERY loud growling sound. My eyes widened in surprise and I jumped when it began again.
"Looks like someone's hungry!" Kobra said in a joking tone. I stuck my tongue out at him, but still nodded. Jet stood from his sitting position at a booth and walked behind the counter, rummaging around cans and pots. He emerged from behind counter with a can that had the BL/ind smiley face logo on it. I looked up at him, "What is it?" "It's power pup." He responded.
Jet opened the can and slid it across the counter to me. I caught it and peered at the food inside- actually, I wouldn't even call this food. It was brown slush that looked just like dog food, which it was. I sniffed it and almost vomited. "I hate to say this, but it tastes just as bad as it smells." Poison said, grimacing.
I gulped before shoveling a tiny bit into my mouth, attempting to swallow it whole- I failed. I just about gagged at the flavor, and could feel the desire to spat it out, but I held it back. I finished the entire can, eventually, but felt ill afterwards. "Sick. I'm so sick." I groaned. Poison patted my back and offered to lead me back to my room so I could lay down and rest; I gladly accepted.
I walked slowly to my room, Poison putting his arm around me to support me. When we reached the door, Poison pushed it open and led me onto my bed, never loosening his grip on me. "Thank you, Poison." I said quietly as I repositioned myself on the soft bed. "No problem. So long and goodnight, Violet." He replied as he closed the door softly behind him. I sighed and quickly fell asleep, eagerly awaiting what tomorrow would bring.
