The World Is Ugly

I'm Who I've Got to Be

Frank had promised Gerard one more day. And that day was almost over, while Mikey and Ray were nowhere to be seen.

They... they were coming back... Right?

It was morning, only like seven, and Gerard wasn't awake yet. His head was rested on Frank's chest, who was just waking up himself.

Not wanting to wake him up, Frank stayed where he was.

--

She had been walking for a long, long time. By herself.

Her family was dead. Her friends were dead. She was alone.

Anyone who knew her real name had been wiped out.

She was known just by her badass killjoy alias, the ass kicker in a purple leather jacket and a matching scarf- mask draped over half of her face, and fading, overgrown dyed blonde hair.

She wandered alone, stopping where she could, kicking ass, well, everywhere.

As she wandered around the side of a gas station, she could have sworn she saw something move.

Quietly she grabbed for her gun, spray painted blue, and held it close to her as she approached the movement from behind.

"Hey!" She yelled, pointed her gun at the back of the head of a black mess of hair. "Who are you?!"

The figure spun around. "Shit, uh," he gently pushed Gerard off of him and he woke up reluctantly. Frank raised his hands in surrender and nudged Gerard to do the same.

"Uh, I'm Fun Ghoul, we aren't trying to hurt you, just don't hurt him."

"Wait-- you're Killjoys?" She slowly began to ease her grip on her gun.

"The originals," Frank chuckled nervously, waving one of his hands lightly.

"Oh-- wait. It is you!" she put away her gun and held out her hand to help him up. She pulled him to his feet and shook his hand.

"Electra... Electra Heart, good to meet you." She then replicated the action to Gerard, who drowsily shook her hand. "I'm Party Poison."

"You guys- you were the ones who sparked the hope in the rebellion. You gave me a purpose after my family died. Thank you."

"Thank you for helping us beat BL/ind. I'm sorry about your family."

"Uh... It's okay. You know what? No. My name's Marina. Marina Diamandis. Only the people I don't know call me Electra."

"Well, okay. Then I'm Frank. This is Gerard."

Gerard shot Frank something of a look, because he didn't like strangers calling him by his real name, but the look Frank returned said something along the lines of 'Get over it'.

"I heard about your friends on Dr. D's broadcast. I'm sorry about that."

Gerard turned away at that, and Frank diverted his vision to the ground. "Yeah. Uh, thanks."

"But, you know, I heard that when rebels die here, unless BL masks them, they stay here. You could see them again," Marina attempted to cheer them up.

"It's true. But BL did mask them. They broke free, and they came to find us, but they were taken away again.  That was three days ago, and they still aren't back."

"Shit," was all Marina had to say, until an idea came into her head. What if we broke into BL headquarters and took their bodies?"

Gerard spoke up. "What the fuck? Why would we do that?"

"So then we could take the masks off. We could give them a real burial. Wouldn't you want that? Then they could be with you guys for as long as you want."

"Oh... I guess that's a... pretty good idea."

Frank spoke up. "Wait. We don't have a car."

"We can just go to the lot."

"The what?" Both boys replied in unison.

"You've never been to the lot?" Two heads shook. "Its a lot run by rebels that finds old cars and has 'em up for rebel use."

"Wow. How did we not know about that?" Frank asked, and Gerard shrugged in response.

"C'mon. It's not too far from here. Let's go!"

sorry i wasnt gonna add in any other people but marina is my world so i had to

i hope you guys dont mind? killjoy electra is gonna be so badass though you dont even understand

are you excited for their adventure?