Chapter 4: Life Just Love To Get Fucking Complicated On Me, Doesn't It?!?

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TIME SKIP TO ZONE 2 BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO WRITE ANOTHER DAMN FILLER AND THIS WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD IN MIND WHEN I STARTED WRITING THIS AND THE REST WAS JUST ME MAKING SHIT UP AS I WENT ALONG!

We had finally made it to Zone 2. The long journey was finally over. We had come to about half way through the Zone when we saw our target. The diner was surround by at least fifty Dracs, and we could just barely make out four brightly colored bodies through the diner's only window.

We started our plan, because for once we actually thought something out, by calling the Killjoys inside the diner. We had the duck under some tables. Then our other resident pyro (me being the first), Monster, set off explosive we had carefully rolled under the cars the Dracs were around. The few who didn't die from the explosions were shot down within the next minute. We gave the all clear and told them to meet us I front of the entrance.

As they walked out from behind a seemingly boarded up hole in the wall, the girls and I stared in shock at who we just saved. Standing before us were the Fab Four; Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and Kobra Kid. We were all probably freaking the fuck out internally, but we somehow maintained a calm outward appearance. Something about Fun Ghoul looked familiar to me, but I quickly dismissed the feeling. How could I possible know one of the Fab Four?

"Hello boys." I said, a slight attitude, or rather an air of sassyness seeping into my voice. "I'm Blind Reaper. The ginger is Insanity Flame, the one with the black bandana and the purple American Widow is Atomic Devil, and the one with the air of pyromania and utter randomness about her is Static Monster. We are here to take you back to Dr. D."

"Nice job girls." Party Poison replied. "I'm sure you know who we are, but the midget is Fun Ghoul, the guy with the afro is Jet Star, my little brother there is Kobra Kid, and I'm Party Poison. Thanks for the help back there."

"Not a problem." We chorused happily. We all started to take of our masks when Fun Ghoul froze. He was staring straight at my face, his expression both nervous and excited.

"Ebony... Ebony Hayes... Is that you?"

"H-How d-do you know m-my name?" My voice was shaky. I was extremely confused and slightly afraid.

"Because I know that you got those scars across your eyes when you fell of the stage at one of our concerts when we were doing sound check. You were only five. You had to go through surgery to save your vision."

"How do you know all of this!?!" I was practically screaming now, all the possibilities running through my head a thousand miles a minute. My stomach did back flips while my heart was threatening to explode. How did he know?

"Because Ebony... I'm your father."

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelped, quite loudly might I add, before passing out.

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A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Sorry for such a long break! Honestly, I wrote this and edited in about half an hour, then decided to post it. I've spent the other half of this hour working on my other story. And so Gerard, Steve, and Fiz get off my back; I will eventually go back through and edit Chapter 1 to include descriptions of them. Dedicated to Sallie aka Static Monster, because she helps me in serious situations like this in real life. Another long authors note. Oh well, suck it up damn it! So do as I say!

1: Become a vampire

2: Don't be like anything in Twilight

3: Listen to MCR

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And finally you most remember that it is 1:53am right now, so I'm obviously loopy as fuck. Also... Vampires will never hurt you, but they will give you money.

Goodnight non-insomniacs!

~Ember the Pyromaniac Vampire

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