The Danger Days of Our Lives

1- Look Alive, Sunshine.

"Hey!" a voice called out, awaking me from the not-so-good sleep I got last night.

My left eye opened only to be greeted by a strong ray of sunlight reaching towards me past the thick, faded-blue curtains. What time was it now, out here in Battery City? About 6AM? I peered past the light to see flyaways of black hair and glimmering hazel eyes standing right in front of me. "Frank?" I questioned groggily, squinting, as I brought my forearm up to block the scorching sun.

I saw him nod his head, his lips forming into a wary smile. "Yeah, it's me, Mel." He walked over to the edge of the bed and forcefully pushed my back up off the mattress. I looked over my shoulder, my brown eyes rolling themselves at him in annoyance.

"Frank, I can get myself up, thanks," I hissed as I swatted away his tattooed hands off my tight black t-shirt. What a perv...

"Uh huh, sure. Last time I checked, Gerard--"

My face flushed a bright pink. I just had to tell that son of a bitch my crush, didn't I? "Oh my fucking hell, shut up!"

As if on cue, my favorite red-head walked into my argument with Frank, eating his refried beans from the can. "Oh my fucking hell, no!" he mocked, a sly smile forming onto his lips. "But what did you do, Frankie? Melanie seems pretty pissed off." His thin lips turned into a concerned pout as his eyes drifted from my fuming, embarrassed face to Frank's smug, smirking expression.

I snapped my attention to Frank, pleading for him to keep quiet with my glaring eyes. The corners of his mouth formed into a grin and before he knew it, Frank brought up his hands to his mouth, just to make sure he didn't erupt into a fit of laughter. Idiot. I groaned loudly, puffing out my cheeks in exasperation. The snickering teen stumbled out of the room, leaving Gerard and I alone.

Not knowing what to do, I looked down, which caused my raven-colored hair to fall over my face. Now's not the time to confess, Melanie, I scolded myself. We're in the middle of a fucking post-apocalyptic mayhem and you're here letting the teenage girl part of you run your emotions? "I shouldn't have emotions..." I mumbled, not knowing my train of thought leaked out of my head.

"What?" Gerard looked puzzled as he cocked his head to the side, staring at me with curious hazel eyes.

Before I could defend myself and make sure Gee didn't think I was a complete psycho, Mikey hollered out, breaking the awkward silence. "Yo, guys! Dr. Death is on air! Better get rolling!"

With that note, I grabbed my tough, purple vinyl jacket, tucked my yellow shooter into its holder, and put my aviator shades on, running out of the deserted diner we dubbed our safe house. Gerard, Frank, Mikey, and Ray all followed closely behind me with their Killjoy outfits on. I jumped into the passenger seat of our white Mustang Convertible and stared hopefully at our anarchist American flag painted on the hood. The boys looked glanced at me, eyes wild with excitement. My hand outstretched towards the power button of the radio, turning it on and blasting the sound of the song. I nodded at Gerard and he sped off into the desert distance.

Right now, until the very end of our existence, we weren't Gerard, or Frank, or Ray, or Mikey, or even Melanie. We were Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Jet-Star, Kobra Kid, and Radio Electric, here to take back Battery City from Korse and the Draculoids.