Keep Running! (MCR fanfiction)

I'm Shootin' Out of This Room

There is a knock on my door. My eyes fly open in surprise and I hastily look around. Maps are strewn everywhere. A faint gleam of sunshine piles in from the curtain covered windows. I rub my eyes and yawn. I don't answer the knock.I pull my tangled hair into a messy bun and grab an small broken mirror from the desk.

My mask is gone. I can see fully into my grey pools and the mark through them. A huge scar trails through my right eyelid and just below my eyebrow. The bottom part just makes it to my cheek bones. A fine line that defines my fight. A small upward cut of a ray gun blast that illustrates my past.

I cannot stand to see it. The scar reminds me of everything that I left to save myself. Yes, my eye healed in record time out here in the desert but that was out of stubborness. If I can have a say, no one will ever see my scar.

"Flame! Wake the fuck up and get your ass out here! There are people here to see you!" Devil sings through my door.

"Language!" I yell at her. I grab my mask and push it on. I check the mirror and see most of it covers with only the tips peeking out. I undo my bun and pull out a group of strands to cover for bangs. I pull them over my eye and pull the rest back into their former position. I pull on a pair of worn out Converses I "picked up" from a gas station and walk out of my tiny room.

"Devil what do you want?" I whine as I sluggishly walk into the main area. I don't even look at anybody and head straight for the coffee maker. I don't know how it got here or how we still have enough beans to make the coffee but it is what keeps my heart beating. I poor myself a medium size mug of the black poison and add milk. I walk back into the main area to look for Devil.

When I find her, my mind is slow trying to search for the name of who these people were.

"Flame, I would like you to meet some Killjoys."

"So I have never met them?" I ask. Devil glares at me.

"You have met them but you never got their names."

"They look familiar. But I do not recall talking to them."

"You did yesterday." Devil practically growls.

"Well, right now, yesterday is a huge blur. I feel like I am on a huge hangover. But go on, introduce them." 

"Only if you won't be sarcastic, asshat." She spits. I smile in victory of some won battle.

"I am tired of you both speaking as if we weren't here!" A girl with purple and blue everywhere bursts. I turn to her, almost spilling my coffee. Devil then shoves me into a booth where she follows. The two mysterious girls sit on the other side. I bite my tongue and let them speak.

"My name is Veiled Heart. I came from Zone Three." The girl who burst out speaks. Without her bandana covering her mouth, I can see a pair of snake bite peircings on her right side. Hair is done in a left side finge with dark blue and purple. The black strands cover her left eye. But it's her eyes that click into place of who she was. Her pale blue eyes that challenge my every word stare at me.

"And what do you want?" I snap. I didn't mean to be grouchy. I just am tired.

"I want the truth. I have lived in the Zones for over three years now. I have seen shit and been through hell. But never have I heard of two Killjoys surviving direct shots from a ray gun. I know exactly how hard it is to survive one." The last sentence she begins to get quieter. Her eyes become vacant and glossed over.

"What other proof can I give you that Jet Star and Kobra Kid somehow survived an attack from Dracloids than them being here?" I ask. Heart snaps out of her day dream. For a second, all I can see is pain and a wound to a truly kind heart. All that vulnerability flashes back into hard eyes within a matter of seconds.