Danger Days- The Kids From Yesterday
Title: Danger Days- The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Gerard/Ray Mikey/Frank
Rating: R
POV: 3rd- Gerard-centric
Summary: Our fabulous Killjoys discover that art is the weapon and use it to take down Better Living Industries
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, none of the characters or events are true.
Author's Note: I got this out so much more quickly than I thought I would! I'm just so excited for the next few chapters that it really only takes a couple of hours to write them. Also I feel the need to apologize for lack of character development... It's coming I promise! I just need to progress the plot a bit further
Warnings: language, violence, sex
Previous Chapters:
Prologue- Look Alive, Sunshine
Chapter One- Art is the Weapon
Chapter Two- Bullet Proof Heart
Chapter Three- S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
04
Gerard took his helmet off as soon as they got out of the van. The direct sunlight irritated his skin and eyes, but the air didn’t burn his throat like it had before. He actually couldn’t feel much of anything. Fun Ghoul turned to look at him but Gerard couldn’t see his expression under the mask. Mikey very slowly climbed out from the back of the van, helmet still secured.
Fun Ghoul led both of them to a nearly in tact clothing store with shattered windows that he easily walked right through. Gerard and Mikey looked at each other then followed him in. Most of the clothes in the store were destroyed or missing - all of them were covered in dust. Fun Ghoul didn’t stop to look at anything but kept walking to the back store room. Only when he opened that door did he take off his mask and after a pause Mikey did as well.
Inside was an older man, maybe in his late forties or early fifties. His hair was long, dark, greasy, and held out of his face by an equally dirty bandana. He wore dark shades even though he was indoors and had some facial hair. Next to him was a girl in polka-dotted spandex, roller skates, a ripped shirt and a motorcycle helmet. Both were sitting at a desk with an old school shortwave radio. It looked like the man had been talking but had stopped when the three entered.
“We’re gonna take a short break, tumbleweeds, enjoy the jams and keep your shadow with you in my absence.”
The girl stood and did a spin on her skates before turning off the radio transmitter and grabbing the handles of the man’s chair. Gerard realized he was in a wheelchair and instantly felt uncomfortable. It’d been so long since he’d seen an injured person and it brought flashbacks of life before Battery City. He glanced at Mikey to see his expression but his little brother’s eyes were still glassed over from the remaining medication in his system.
“Go let them have a scrub and give them new rags,” the man said and even though Gerard couldn’t see his eyes behind the glasses he felt that the man was scrutinizing him very carefully. “Then we can common.”
Fun Ghoul and the roller skating girl led Gerard and Mikey out of the back room and into a public bathroom. Gerard kind of doubted that water would come out of the faucet and was mortified when it did and it was brown.
“He looks just like-“
“Shhh!” Fun Ghoul interrupted the girl, “wait until they’ve scrubbed. We’ve said too much already.”
She nodded and skated out of the bathroom, presumably to give the men privacy.
“Get rid of the suits and scrub down, I’m going to find you something to wear.” It sounded like Fun Ghoul was trying very hard to think of the right words to say when he spoke. Maybe because he wasn’t talking in his ridiculous slang anymore.
Mikey started obediently stripping as soon as the command was given, Gerard modestly waited for more privacy. The brown water smelled awful and Gerard felt extremely uncomfortable standing naked next to his brother while splashing it on himself. In the cracked mirrors above the sinks, Gerard noticed that the had angry red marks where he’d scratched the skin raw on either side of this throat. With a shudder, he tried to ignore his new deformity and kept bathing. Fun Ghoul came back in a few moments later with clothes for them. For Gerard he’s grabbed a ripped black t-shirt and very small looking white jeans and a yellow zebra print shirt with even smaller black jeans.
When Gerard looked at Fun Ghoul questioningly he turned his head away and rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, had to clue your shape. Let me know if I need to keep searching.”
Neither boy answered and just started to try on their clothes. Mikey’s seemed to be no trouble and Gerard’s weren’t an issue really, but the tight fitting jeans made him feel uncomfortable. More than that the low crotch gave away that they were girl pants. “Do you maybe have something… looser?” he asked once he was dressed.
Fun Ghoul turned back to look, his eyes immediately fixating on Mikey with an expression that Gerard hadn’t seen in a very long time and couldn’t quite place. Slowly his eyes drifted over to Gerard. “They need to be tight,” he explained, “can’t be grabbed so easily.” He eyed the jumpsuits and underwear they’d taken off and eventually picked them up and started walking out of the bathroom and the brothers followed him.
Outside of the store the girl on skates was spinning in circles with a gas can in hand. Fun Ghoul threw the pile of clothes out to her and she threw some of the gas onto them and then lit a match and skated inside.
“Why did you do that?” Mikey asked, he didn’t sound angry… more curious.
“You were probably bugged,” the girl replied in a chipper tone, “now lets go talk with Dr. D.”
In the radio room the man had wheeled himself to face the door and pulled off his sunglasses to watch the group with an intense gaze. “You got two this morning?” He sounded surprised.
Fun Ghoul nodded. “I eyed out the lower zones and stumbled him,” he nodded to Mikey, “then cruised up and brushed this one,” he motioned to Gerard. “He spawned out an upper zone, I thought he was Drac.”
Dr. Death-Defy nodded. “I spoke at you he’d spawn in upper zones, thanks for not dusting him.”
“Doesn’t he look like Party Poison!?” the roller-girl interrupted.
Everyone was silent for a long time and just when Gerard thought he was about to snap and demand proper English explanations Dr. Death -Defy nodded. “Jet Star mentioned that,” he mumbled, “an extraordinary coincidence.” He seemed to trail off into his thoughts for a moment then looked back up at Fun Ghoul and the girl. “Fun Ghoul. Cherri Cola. Can you give us some privacy?” he turned to look at Gerard and Mikey, “I’m sure these tumbleweeds are very confused.” Fun Ghoul nodded and the girl - Cherri Cola - nodded and turned heel.
“Sit down,” Dr. Death-Defy said, “What’s on your minds?”
Gerard complied and sat at the desk where Cherri Cola had been previously, Mikey perched on top of the desk next to his brother. They waited for Dr. Death-Defy to wheel back around. “What the fuck is going on?” Gerard blurted. “What is a Killjoy? Why do you all have such fucked up names? Who told you I was leaving the city?”
“I’ll try and level with you in English instead of jabber since you already have your panties in a twist,” Dr. Death-Defy started, “Killjoys are a rebel movement against Better Living Industries if you want the quick and easy version. No these aren’t our real names, Christ, who would name their child Cherri Cola? One of the Killjoys, Jet Star, is inside Battery City and has been since the city began. He let me know when you were leaving and where I could find you.”
“Why?”
“Because he said you are brave, stupid, and could be a leader.”
Gerard was dumbfounded into silence. “If you’re so fabulous, why have we never heard of you?” Mikey asked quietly. “BL likes to keep secrets but they’d let us know if we had an enemy to rally against.”
“Ha, fabulous Killjoys - I like that,” Dr. Death-Defy said before returning to the topic. “Mostly because they don’t know it’s us who’s fucking with them. Whenever a crack in the glass appears, a release of placebo pills is reported, disappearances… it’s all us. Jet Star works very hard to keep it under wraps so we don’t have to worry too much about… Lately though with just Cherri, Ghoul and myself it’s been difficult to get as much done.”
“Fun Ghoul mentioned that the others were dead,” Gerard said slowly.
“Killjoy’s don’t die. The man under the mask dies but not the Killjoy. There used to be two more of us: Party Poison and Kobra Kid. There was another Cherri Cola but she turned coat and had to be ghosted.” He dug a hand into a saddlebag attached to his wheel chair and retrieved a very old and very beat up Polaroid. “Here,” he handed it to Gerard and Mikey peered over his shoulder to get a better look, “those are the original Killjoys.”
In the photo there was a girl dressed in the same outfit Cherri Cola had on only she was missing an arm; Dr. Death-Defy was standing; Fun Ghoul looked much younger - maybe his late teens; there were too men with their arms slung over each others shoulders, one of which looked remarkably like Gerard only with longer flaming red hair and the other was wearing the crash helmet with “GOOD LUCK” written across it; and most shocking of all was Raymond Toro grinning wildly in a blue motorcycle jacket.
“There’s a mistake,” Gerard said quietly, “Raymond Toro is Korse’s second in command… You can’t trust him. He’s evil.”
“He told you as much as he could, but I guess he couldn’t fill you in entirely without completely compromising himself. Toro is Jet Star and until now we haven’t been able to get him out of Battery City. He’s been looking for a long time to find someone to send to us and he picked you. That’s why he wanted you to leave from the upper zones - so that Ghoul could find you, and that’s why he said there’s a place for you if you return to the city.”
Gerard could do nothing but sit quietly and absorb what he’d just been told. So Raymond was a good guy?
Mikey looked puzzled, it was good to see him more coherent. “What do you mean ‘until now’? Why do you need Gerard?”
Dr. Death-Defy paused, his eyes flickered away from them and then back. “I only tell things on a need-to-know basis. You two need to step up and tell me if you’ll join the Killjoys or not before we go any further.”
“What if we say no?” Mikey asked hesitantly.
“Then I dust both of you right here. This is already too much information to get out. Once Jet Star hits the zones shit is going to blow up and the Killjoy’s will be enemy numero uno for Battery City.”
“Then I guess we’re in,” Gerard said firmly. He didn’t know why he wasn’t angrier about this. All he’d wanted was to get away and now he was going to get pitted into a war he never wanted to fight and yet… this was the right thing to do.
“Great, tomorrow Fun Ghoul will get you into the city and you’ll kidnap Jet Star.”
Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Gerard/Ray Mikey/Frank
Rating: R
POV: 3rd- Gerard-centric
Summary: Our fabulous Killjoys discover that art is the weapon and use it to take down Better Living Industries
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, none of the characters or events are true.
Author's Note: I got this out so much more quickly than I thought I would! I'm just so excited for the next few chapters that it really only takes a couple of hours to write them. Also I feel the need to apologize for lack of character development... It's coming I promise! I just need to progress the plot a bit further
Warnings: language, violence, sex
Previous Chapters:
Prologue- Look Alive, Sunshine
Chapter One- Art is the Weapon
Chapter Two- Bullet Proof Heart
Chapter Three- S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
04
Gerard took his helmet off as soon as they got out of the van. The direct sunlight irritated his skin and eyes, but the air didn’t burn his throat like it had before. He actually couldn’t feel much of anything. Fun Ghoul turned to look at him but Gerard couldn’t see his expression under the mask. Mikey very slowly climbed out from the back of the van, helmet still secured.
Fun Ghoul led both of them to a nearly in tact clothing store with shattered windows that he easily walked right through. Gerard and Mikey looked at each other then followed him in. Most of the clothes in the store were destroyed or missing - all of them were covered in dust. Fun Ghoul didn’t stop to look at anything but kept walking to the back store room. Only when he opened that door did he take off his mask and after a pause Mikey did as well.
Inside was an older man, maybe in his late forties or early fifties. His hair was long, dark, greasy, and held out of his face by an equally dirty bandana. He wore dark shades even though he was indoors and had some facial hair. Next to him was a girl in polka-dotted spandex, roller skates, a ripped shirt and a motorcycle helmet. Both were sitting at a desk with an old school shortwave radio. It looked like the man had been talking but had stopped when the three entered.
“We’re gonna take a short break, tumbleweeds, enjoy the jams and keep your shadow with you in my absence.”
The girl stood and did a spin on her skates before turning off the radio transmitter and grabbing the handles of the man’s chair. Gerard realized he was in a wheelchair and instantly felt uncomfortable. It’d been so long since he’d seen an injured person and it brought flashbacks of life before Battery City. He glanced at Mikey to see his expression but his little brother’s eyes were still glassed over from the remaining medication in his system.
“Go let them have a scrub and give them new rags,” the man said and even though Gerard couldn’t see his eyes behind the glasses he felt that the man was scrutinizing him very carefully. “Then we can common.”
Fun Ghoul and the roller skating girl led Gerard and Mikey out of the back room and into a public bathroom. Gerard kind of doubted that water would come out of the faucet and was mortified when it did and it was brown.
“He looks just like-“
“Shhh!” Fun Ghoul interrupted the girl, “wait until they’ve scrubbed. We’ve said too much already.”
She nodded and skated out of the bathroom, presumably to give the men privacy.
“Get rid of the suits and scrub down, I’m going to find you something to wear.” It sounded like Fun Ghoul was trying very hard to think of the right words to say when he spoke. Maybe because he wasn’t talking in his ridiculous slang anymore.
Mikey started obediently stripping as soon as the command was given, Gerard modestly waited for more privacy. The brown water smelled awful and Gerard felt extremely uncomfortable standing naked next to his brother while splashing it on himself. In the cracked mirrors above the sinks, Gerard noticed that the had angry red marks where he’d scratched the skin raw on either side of this throat. With a shudder, he tried to ignore his new deformity and kept bathing. Fun Ghoul came back in a few moments later with clothes for them. For Gerard he’s grabbed a ripped black t-shirt and very small looking white jeans and a yellow zebra print shirt with even smaller black jeans.
When Gerard looked at Fun Ghoul questioningly he turned his head away and rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, had to clue your shape. Let me know if I need to keep searching.”
Neither boy answered and just started to try on their clothes. Mikey’s seemed to be no trouble and Gerard’s weren’t an issue really, but the tight fitting jeans made him feel uncomfortable. More than that the low crotch gave away that they were girl pants. “Do you maybe have something… looser?” he asked once he was dressed.
Fun Ghoul turned back to look, his eyes immediately fixating on Mikey with an expression that Gerard hadn’t seen in a very long time and couldn’t quite place. Slowly his eyes drifted over to Gerard. “They need to be tight,” he explained, “can’t be grabbed so easily.” He eyed the jumpsuits and underwear they’d taken off and eventually picked them up and started walking out of the bathroom and the brothers followed him.
Outside of the store the girl on skates was spinning in circles with a gas can in hand. Fun Ghoul threw the pile of clothes out to her and she threw some of the gas onto them and then lit a match and skated inside.
“Why did you do that?” Mikey asked, he didn’t sound angry… more curious.
“You were probably bugged,” the girl replied in a chipper tone, “now lets go talk with Dr. D.”
In the radio room the man had wheeled himself to face the door and pulled off his sunglasses to watch the group with an intense gaze. “You got two this morning?” He sounded surprised.
Fun Ghoul nodded. “I eyed out the lower zones and stumbled him,” he nodded to Mikey, “then cruised up and brushed this one,” he motioned to Gerard. “He spawned out an upper zone, I thought he was Drac.”
Dr. Death-Defy nodded. “I spoke at you he’d spawn in upper zones, thanks for not dusting him.”
“Doesn’t he look like Party Poison!?” the roller-girl interrupted.
Everyone was silent for a long time and just when Gerard thought he was about to snap and demand proper English explanations Dr. Death -Defy nodded. “Jet Star mentioned that,” he mumbled, “an extraordinary coincidence.” He seemed to trail off into his thoughts for a moment then looked back up at Fun Ghoul and the girl. “Fun Ghoul. Cherri Cola. Can you give us some privacy?” he turned to look at Gerard and Mikey, “I’m sure these tumbleweeds are very confused.” Fun Ghoul nodded and the girl - Cherri Cola - nodded and turned heel.
“Sit down,” Dr. Death-Defy said, “What’s on your minds?”
Gerard complied and sat at the desk where Cherri Cola had been previously, Mikey perched on top of the desk next to his brother. They waited for Dr. Death-Defy to wheel back around. “What the fuck is going on?” Gerard blurted. “What is a Killjoy? Why do you all have such fucked up names? Who told you I was leaving the city?”
“I’ll try and level with you in English instead of jabber since you already have your panties in a twist,” Dr. Death-Defy started, “Killjoys are a rebel movement against Better Living Industries if you want the quick and easy version. No these aren’t our real names, Christ, who would name their child Cherri Cola? One of the Killjoys, Jet Star, is inside Battery City and has been since the city began. He let me know when you were leaving and where I could find you.”
“Why?”
“Because he said you are brave, stupid, and could be a leader.”
Gerard was dumbfounded into silence. “If you’re so fabulous, why have we never heard of you?” Mikey asked quietly. “BL likes to keep secrets but they’d let us know if we had an enemy to rally against.”
“Ha, fabulous Killjoys - I like that,” Dr. Death-Defy said before returning to the topic. “Mostly because they don’t know it’s us who’s fucking with them. Whenever a crack in the glass appears, a release of placebo pills is reported, disappearances… it’s all us. Jet Star works very hard to keep it under wraps so we don’t have to worry too much about… Lately though with just Cherri, Ghoul and myself it’s been difficult to get as much done.”
“Fun Ghoul mentioned that the others were dead,” Gerard said slowly.
“Killjoy’s don’t die. The man under the mask dies but not the Killjoy. There used to be two more of us: Party Poison and Kobra Kid. There was another Cherri Cola but she turned coat and had to be ghosted.” He dug a hand into a saddlebag attached to his wheel chair and retrieved a very old and very beat up Polaroid. “Here,” he handed it to Gerard and Mikey peered over his shoulder to get a better look, “those are the original Killjoys.”
In the photo there was a girl dressed in the same outfit Cherri Cola had on only she was missing an arm; Dr. Death-Defy was standing; Fun Ghoul looked much younger - maybe his late teens; there were too men with their arms slung over each others shoulders, one of which looked remarkably like Gerard only with longer flaming red hair and the other was wearing the crash helmet with “GOOD LUCK” written across it; and most shocking of all was Raymond Toro grinning wildly in a blue motorcycle jacket.
“There’s a mistake,” Gerard said quietly, “Raymond Toro is Korse’s second in command… You can’t trust him. He’s evil.”
“He told you as much as he could, but I guess he couldn’t fill you in entirely without completely compromising himself. Toro is Jet Star and until now we haven’t been able to get him out of Battery City. He’s been looking for a long time to find someone to send to us and he picked you. That’s why he wanted you to leave from the upper zones - so that Ghoul could find you, and that’s why he said there’s a place for you if you return to the city.”
Gerard could do nothing but sit quietly and absorb what he’d just been told. So Raymond was a good guy?
Mikey looked puzzled, it was good to see him more coherent. “What do you mean ‘until now’? Why do you need Gerard?”
Dr. Death-Defy paused, his eyes flickered away from them and then back. “I only tell things on a need-to-know basis. You two need to step up and tell me if you’ll join the Killjoys or not before we go any further.”
“What if we say no?” Mikey asked hesitantly.
“Then I dust both of you right here. This is already too much information to get out. Once Jet Star hits the zones shit is going to blow up and the Killjoy’s will be enemy numero uno for Battery City.”
“Then I guess we’re in,” Gerard said firmly. He didn’t know why he wasn’t angrier about this. All he’d wanted was to get away and now he was going to get pitted into a war he never wanted to fight and yet… this was the right thing to do.
“Great, tomorrow Fun Ghoul will get you into the city and you’ll kidnap Jet Star.”