My Chemical Ferard

Get off the dance floor!

Everything was on fire. Gerard could feel the flames licking his skin and he could see the red everywhere. He was on fire. Gerard slowly opened his eyes to see that, no, he was not on fire, he was just outside. Which, in the desert is pretty much the equivalent. He was lying down on the sand, which was currently scorching into his skin. And his head ached and pounded like it was being drilled into. He tried to sit up but he instantly felt like he was spinning, so he made an executive decision to keep lying down. Blue. He was wearing blue. The hair curled near his eyes was a fiery and familiar red. His eyes focused more and he saw his surroundings much more clearly. the Dracs and Korse staring down at him, in their grip they held Curly, who was struggling uselessly. No! Not this again!
The first time Party Poison was defeated. It wouldn't be his last. Party turned to see Fun lying face down, Kobra sprawled out, unconscious. Party couldn't see Jet anywhere, so he turned to look at Korse. He had his ray gun in his hand and it was pointed right at him and Party was certain he was gonna die. Korse glared at him then put his gun down.
"Keep running." Korse spat at him then turned around, carrying off Curly. Party's heart wrenched in the need to chase after them but he couldn't move. His eyes filled with water and spilled onto his cheeks. Were the others dead? He chocked on a sob and his body heaved and wracked with cries. Suddenly he felt a hand on his cheek turning him to look at the face of a girl. She looked familiar. Very familiar.
"C-Curly?" He choked out. She smiled down at him. It was certainly Curly but she was...older. Much older. She wasn't 6, more like 16. Maybe even older than that. She gently swiped her thumbs over his cheeks, wiping the tears away.
"Hey Poison." She whispered. Party could feel unconsciousness slipping in again.
"I missed you." He heard her whisper before the lights went out.

Gerard gasped and sat up straight, desperately trying to fill his lungs with air.
"Woah! Woah! Hey! You're awake!" He heard a woman's voice say. He turned to face her. She had long curly hair that reached her lower back and bright hazel eyes. Her skin was bronze but Gerard suspected it was because of the Sun. He looked around him to see his was in a small radio station, similar to Doctor D's, but this one was smaller and it had less trinkets and posters.
"W-where am I? Who are you?" He stuttered out, being severely confused.
"That's a bit of a typical question. You really have changed Party. The Killjoy I know would just attack and demand. Not ask." Gerard blinked at her. She looked extremely familiar and she had hinted that she knew him but he couldn't place her. She smiled sweetly at him.
"It might take you awhile but you'll get it." She said. She turned around and walked over to a cabinet, grabbing something out of it, then tossing it to Gerard. He looked down at the object she had thrown at him. Sonic Pop.
"How do I know you're not poisoning me?" He asked, eyeing it carefully.
"Still as paranoid as ever though." She laughed sweetly and plopped down next to him on the overstuffed couch.
"Party, if I had wanted to kill you, I would heave just left you out in the middle of the desert where I found you." Desert? Damn, what happened to me-
Gerard straightened up, then winced. Frank! Damnit I let him escape!
"Hey, you shouldn't make sudden movements, I don't want you to get hurt more than you already are."
Her voice was thick like honey, and just as sweet as it too. Gerard looked at her, trying to find out at least her age. He placed her at around 18, but wouldn't be suprised if she was older than she seemed. Gerard had been gone for 12 years, so if she was 18, then when he had known her she would have been...
Gerard's jaw dropped.
"Oh my god-" he whispered.
"Not quite." She said with a smirk. Gerard grinned widely and laughed a little.
"The Missle Kid's all grown up." He said with a slight chuckle.
"Had to sometime Poison. Couldn't stay 6 forever." She looked at him for a moment before flinging her arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace. Party laughed and hugged her back, trying not to remember the last time he had held her like this.
"There were rumors you were back but I...I didn't let myself believe it." She whispered sadly.
"Well I'm here. I'm back." Gerard said, pulling away and smiling at her. She gave a small smile back.
"And...the others?"
Gerard's heart wrenched at the thought of Frank.
"Kobra and Jet are fine. Fun..." Gerard looked down, trying to get the words out, but failing yet again.
"Fun knocked me unconscious and left me in the desert to die." He says after a few moments. She looked at him for a moment her eyes wide.
"They...made a Scarecrow...out of Fun Ghoul..." She said slowly, as if the words were impossible to say. Gerard could only nod. Curly looked like she was about to say something when suddenly a loud sound, which mostly resembled static, came out from another room. Her head snapped up and she bolted out of her chair and into the room where it was coming from. Gerard, being curious, followed suit. She picked up something that looked like a radio sand began flipping switches, but Gerard's attention was drawn to something else entirely. A mask. Sitting on a desk. Nothing extraordinary in itself, but to him, just seeing it shifted something inside him. Memories of a world he had loved and fought for came rushing into his mind. The color, the music, the laughter, the late night camping, the way things were before all this pain and anger and before Gerard had to grow up and become....Gerard. This mask before him wasn't Gerards. No...it was a completely different persons entirely. Someone who was fierce, and vicious, and brave, and loud, and wild. It was Party Poisons. Gerard picked it up and looked at the faded yellow paint and he just smiled down at it. It wasn't his anymore.
Curlys voice broke his train of thought when she whipped around to stare at him with wide and excited eyes.
"You're gonna wanna put that on. Korse is coming our way."