~Gerard/Party Poison's POV~
I couldn't help but watch Midget-Boy as he slept. I should've asked him his name. Oh well. I had plenty of time for that later on, when he woke up.
Right now, though, he was laying on his side, asleep, while I softly sang him songs from ages ago. He'd fallen asleep not even halfway through the first one. Each time I tried to stop, he would begin to fuss about in his sleep.
Of course I, being the insanely nice person I am, didn't want him to hurt himself by twitching around. So here I was, humming to a sleeping Midget-Boy while he cuddled my right leg for warmth. Some of his hair fell in his face, so I brushed it away. Then I did it again. And again. I couldn't help it. It was relaxing.
I must've subconsciously stopped singing because soon he was making small whines in his sleep. I chew my lip. I can't think of any songs.
"Hush little killjoy, don't you cry. We're gonna take down BLI. And we cannot take them down, then we will have all gone down. And we all have gone down, then we'll all have to frown. And if we all have to frown, we'll be takin BLI down. An if we're taking BLI down, then we have no reason to frown."
"Poison, the fuck?" I look up to where the shout-whisper came from. In the doorway was Kobra Kid- my baby brother by three years. I look down at Midget-Boy's peaceful, sleeping face and then back up to him.
"Unless there's music he won't fall asleep. When I stop singing he gets all fidgety." Kobra nods.
"Understandable. But I was asking the fuck you were singing. Because it sounds like something that should be sung to little Killjoys. And when I say little, I mean younger than Missile Kid." She was nine. Damn, it was Killjoy's Nursery Rhyme? I shrug. Midget-Boy does seem really young anyways. He can't be more than five years younger than myself, but he has to be at least eighteen. I count mentally. Right. I'm twenty-four so he has to be about eighteen to twenty. I'll ask him that when he wakes up as well.
"Oh... Well, whatever. You guys find an extra set of clothes for this kid?" He nods and tosses the dusty, small clothes into the dust at my feet. Well, the whole place is dusty, so just saying the floor would have sufficed.
"Think they'll be small enough? The guy's pretty small. He can't be taller than 5'3", Poison." He states obviously.
"That's actually how tall I am, dick." Midget-Boy sits up, glaring at Kobra slightly. Kobra shows no emotion. Typical for him, but you can practically feel the annoyance coming from both of their looks. Being in the middle like I was was most likely not healthy for me.
"Okay, thanks for the clothes, Kobra, we'll be out soon, promise." He smiles ever-so-slightly and walks out. I turn towards Midget-Boy, picking up the bundle of clothes. "So, Midget-Boy, what's your name really?" He looks down.
"Frank. Frank Iero." I nod. I could somewhat remember the name. Maybe from highschool? I think he was a troublemaker... I smile and nod.
When he's dressed in the new clothes- jeans, boots, a black and yellow shirt and an old green vest that was once Show Pony's til he outgrew it and his own bandana, mask, ray gun and holster- and he was looking pale around the edges. He still wasn't good, probably. But he seemed okay enough to walk, so I take him out to the front of the Diner, where we store all our cans of gross-ass Power Pup. It's nasty shit, but it keeps us going.
Let me be the first to say, Frank must've been hungry, the way he wolfed it all down, as though... well, it was his first meal in days, probably. I couldn't blame him. I just idly take small bites, questioning him every so often.
In the end, I find out that he plays guitar and was on his way home from lessons when a few guys jumped him, beat the shit outta him and- seeing a car that wasn't BL/Ind- booked it. He didn't know if it was someone on his side or not, so he ran out-like a complete fuckin' idiot- into the Zones, with barely enough water for a day and no food. I wanna say that that was two or three days ago. The days have been rather hot this summer, too, so I can't blame the quickened dehydration and hunger. After a while, though, he starts to nod off, so I walk him back to the room he was in before and sit beside him. I don't want him choking again, not while I'm not here. Something bad could happen and he could die. Before I can even tell him I'm not going, he looks at me with adorable puppy-dog-like eyes.
"Will you be here when I wake up, Poison?" Poor kid. Doesn't know what he's gotten himself into out here. He's run away and he can't ever go back. If I don't stay, he'll definitely get himself killed. I force a smile and ruffle his hair.
"Of course I will be. But listen, kid, you need a new name. Somethin' really fucked up, like mine. Party Poison. Think, what's something you like?" He thinks.
"Fun. Just, y'know, something entertaining." I nod.
"Good. Now, what's one way you'd like to die, Frank?" A dark smirk overcomes his face.
"Ghoul." I listen to the name in my head and can't help grinning for real.
"Welcome to the Zones, Fun Ghoul."
He smiles breifly and is out before I even start the second line to an old song I liked.
I'm about to have a Nervous Breakdown; my head really hurts.
If I don't find a way out of here I'll go berserk.
Cause I'm crazy and I'm hurt.
Head on my shoulders.
I'm going... berserk!
