Keep Running! (MCR fanfiction)

So Long and Goodnight!

Hello Killjoys! I am so sorry it has taken so long to update, but I have had homework to work on. Homework, over the summer?! Who gives kids homework over the summer? Oh yeah, my English teachers do. Oh well.

I dedicate this chapter to @MoonshineGhost. Her MCR fanfic, Did You Come to Stare Or Wash Away the Blood, is my favourite fan fiction on Wattpad. You all should check it out.

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"Let's just go." I mumble. Dylan puts a hand on Cyanide Diamond's shoulder and leads her out. The other guy, geez I need to learn his name, shoves his hands in his pockets and turns to leave. Devil is now crouched in a corner. Her knees are now pulled up to her chin. She stares at the body of the boy she shot, her eyes hallow and scared. Her breathes still come in shutters.

I turn on my heel and run after the guy.

"Hey! Wait up!" I have to put on the brakes as I almost slam into the boy. I fix my mask and look up at him. "We have eight people and a dog. There are two cars but could you help me roll the other one over?"

"Sure." He mumbles. I lead him to the front of the building and out the door. We walk past the flaming car, which is now just smoldering remains of the automobile. We walk to the flipped over car.

"So, how should we do this?" I ask.

He doesn't answer me and just walks over to the car. He looks over the passenger side door before ripping off the side view mirror. I jump as he chucks it into the smoldering car.

"We'll roll it over this way. The mirror won't be in the way so there will be no debris for the Dracs to find."

"Okay. Do you think we can do this by ourselves?"

"Yep. Here, let's use the center." I walk so I am right next to him. We both bend down and grab the roof of the car. My fingerless gloves keep my hands from sweating and giving me a better grip. I square my feet and bend my knees. I straighten my back and prepare for an insane amount of weight.

"Ready?" I nod. "Go!" All my muscles go tight and a grunt escapes me as we try to lift the car. My arms begin to shake and my breathing becomes uneven. Sweat beads on my forehead. The car, surprisingly, it already at forty five degree angle. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to lock out the muscle fatigue. I give the car one more push, using all my energy. The car jolts forward, landing on its side. The guy and I both run from the car, scared it will fall back. The car tilts back then slams on its side, not moving again. I fall on the ground, exhausted.

"You okay?" The guy asks.

"Fucking perfect." I breathe out. I put a hand above my eyes to block the sun. When I open my eyes, I see a fingerless glove covered reaching out to me. I take the offered hand. The guy pulls me up and onto my feet. I am a little dizzy, but I manage to stay on my feet. "Thanks."

He just nods.

"You know. I never got your name."

He laughs. "Reckless Bullet." He holds out his hand.

"Insanity Flame." I shake it.

"You don't need to introduce yourself. You put yourself out there enough that everyone knows your name."

"Good to know my reputation." I laugh. "Let's get this damn car rolled over." He follows my lead and we just push. We use all the strength we have left, and soon, the car topples upside right.

"Thank you." Bullet just nods and heads over to a car around the corner of the building. I watch him. I can see the build of his muscles from under his jacket. His straight black hair sways lightly with his movements. He...