THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS:INFILTRATE, CONTAMINATE, EXERMINATE.

                                                  THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS:

                                                    INFILTRATE, CONTAMINATE, EXETERMINATE.

"DANGEROUS DAYS -

They raised their guns in unison, a member of each side aiming for the other. It was deadly silent apart from the cracking of a desert wind against the leather of the jackets the three Killjoys Possed. The leader, flame-haired Gerard Way, Party Poison. The tattoo'd, ebony haired, Frank Iero, Fun Ghoul. And finally also ebony haired, and about a month pregnant, Holly-Rose Iero, Kryptic Korpse. Three legends, meeting their fate. All was silent as six triggers were pulled, and the bodies fell. "

               Thurday 5th July 2019. 2040 hours. Better Living Industries. Battery City. California. 

                                                                   5 days after 'Operation Six'.

"You imbosicles!" Korse yelled, at the sullen, recovering Scarecrow agents. "I told you specifically, not to ghost the girl. Did you listen to me?" 

The answer was a shot to the head for each agent, Korse disposing of the raygun shortly after. Moving swiftly out of the room, and closing the door behind him, meeting one of Bli's top agents, who ironically, didn't take the brain washing pills like every other brain-dead idiot in the place. 

"Korse, sir. I have news from the labs. All three are recovering well. Still unconcious though." She reported, holding an important-looking clipboard. 

"Good." He responded simply, before making his way down the large corridor. 

~ 

The first thing Frank thought, was 'what the actual fuck happened?' followed by the alraming thought of 'holy fuck. I'm alive.' followed by the usual cliche of eyes shooting open, taking deep breaths and sitting up apbruptly. After a few coughs, and a mutter of, "I've really got to give up smoking." He slipped his legs over the side of the sort of table which made him feel like some kind of fucked up lab rat. Pulling the sort of IV thing out of his arm during the process of finding his feet. That was followed by a string of curses, and him nearly falling over, due to the fact his legs felt dead. He hated the feeling of 'Pins and needles' when the feeling returned. He always did. Looking round, he instanly recoginzed the red flash of Gerard's hair, and the deep-blue of Holly's jacket, not to mention the 'GOODLUCK' helmet which was still a bright yellow, ignoring the fact it had more than a few scorch marks, and a shit load of dust covering it. He decided on stumbling over to Gerard first out of no particular reason. He tried the usual, shaking him by the shoulder which got no response whatsover, so Frank decided to go the whole fucking hog, and gave Gerard a hard slap on the cheek. Gerard shot upwards,rubbing his burning cheek and cursing. 

"Wake up sleeping beauty. Time to get up Princess." Frank smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fuck off Tinkerbell. Bitch!" Gerard muttered, rubbing his wrists, before pausing, turning pretty much ghostly white. "Ghoul. There-there's a fucking needle in my fucking arm."

"Calm down Princess. Here. Stay still." Frank closed a few fingers around the IV gently, and pulled it out carefully and slowly. He raised an eyebrow at Gerard who looked like he was about to spew his guts up.

"Fuck off, you smug prick. You know I'm scared of fucking needles." 

"Stop bitching, and come and help me with Kryptic. I doubt she'll be in the best of condition when she-" Frank  trailed off, sounding grim. Gerard raised an eyebrow and kept his mouth shut. He could tell Frank was stressed. He always freaked out over Holly. He'd grown up being the father figure in her life, and it had just stayed like that between them. Frank shook her shoulder gently, while Gerard just completley zoned out. Holly's eyes flickered slightly, and she took deep gulp of air, straining to open her eyes to stare at her pale-faced brother weakly. 

"Ghoul." she whisphered, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, trying to smile. 

Frank forced a smile. "We're going to get you out of here Kyptic." He paused. "I promise." 

She found his hand, and squeezed it gently, rubbing her thumb gently across the ink that decorated his skin like a living canvas. She knew how much Frank's ink meant to him, and every story behind each one of them. He was like a living canvas, tattoos spanning from head to toe. It was everything BLind was against. She focused on Gerard. He was examining a keypad in a corner next to what looked like a door of some form. He grinned, then turned to her and Frank. 

"I know how we're going to get out of here." Gerard beamed. 

A/N -

HERE IT IS. THE LONG AWAITED SEQUEL TO DANGEROUS DAYS. Sorry it took so long, it was mainly me putting it off, and having writers block, and partly being in hospital for a few days last weekend due to falling off my mum's horse, nearly getting airlifted to A&E, and managing to fracture my right hip, tear the ligament, and rip the muscle clean away from the hip joint. Nearly had to have surgery, but I'm alright now. Being on 720mg of painkillers is not fun at all. ;( 

And I've already written the ending for this. Sorry. 

And in true tradition to me, someone may or may not be getting killed off after pretty much selling their soul to the fucking devil. A.K.A Korse. 

Anyway, I'll have the next chapter up soon. And it's 2.48am. Why the fuck am I posting it now? 

Laura xo