Synthetic Animals (MCR/Killjoy fanfic)

No One Wants To Die

It was almost noon by the time Violet Rose made it out of "The Badlands," and into Zone 6. The "Zones" were the only places BL/ind. didn't build. Why? Well, the Zones were the radioactive aftermath of The Pig Bomb, a bomb that took out all of Texas and Nevada, and parts of California. Zones were places that even S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/Ws, the most heartless of all BL/ind. workers, avoided. Making the Zones the perfect place for its Killjoy inhabitants. The only problem? The deadly radiation in the ground water; but, other than that, the Zones were perfect.

As soon as she crossed the border into Zone 6, Violet stopped. After digging through her bag for what seemed like hours, she came across a small makeup kit. From inside the kit, she pulled out two tubes (one red, and one black) of Halloween "face paint," purple mascara, and some black eyeliner.

The red paint came first. She applied some of it in a horizontal line across her eyes, forming a sort of bandit mask. Another trick she had learned from the MCRmy, but the second part was her own.

She took the black paint and put it in a vertical line, down her face, and over her right eye, forming an ever going cross.

She, herself, was not very religious. She knew there was no God, the Phoenix Witch, however, did spark her belief. The Phoenix Witch did not contact the human world, except through a special mailbox, used only to send notes and letters to loved ones who lived in the next world. But, there was a catch. In order for the loved one to be watched over by the Witch, and to watch over you, you had to put the one true item that connected the body and soul. You had to put in a mask.

Violet's mask was a simple mask. It covered only half of her face (her eyes, and the top of her nose). It was pure white, with the same pattern as her face, except opposite colors. Her mask was not special, but it didn't need to be. Even if it's not special, it'll still grant me happiness in the next world.

She walked through Zone 6 foe hours, until she came upon the only sign of life for miles. Three Drac Trans-ams, and one live Killjoy.

"Never let your fellow tumbleweeds get ghosted. Especially if you can prevent it."

She repeated words that formed one of the most important rules of Killjoy. She knew the poor fool was gonna get "ghosted." So, after getting down on one knee and taking aim, she decided to give it a shot. Literally....

Only one shot would have alerted them, but she got lucky. Almost comically, a red stain slowly seeped onto the bleach white fabric, as a Dracs face went white with shock. He looked up, then down at his chest, then up again, and fell down dramatically.

"Ghosted!" Violet yelled, knowing she'd been noticed.

The other Dracs almost immediately forgot about the wounded Killjoy, and started to shoot at Violet Rose. Luckily, she was uphill, so she had the advantage. A true Killjoy never runs was the only thing going through her head. It was kill or die time, and she wanted to live.

She steadied her gun and began shooting. Two more lucky shots. One Drac left. She once again steadied herself out, this time with aim.

"Three. Two. On--"

A shot fired, but it wasn't hers. She couldn't figure out who shot, until, slightly delayed, a horrific burning sensation shot up her arm. She fell backwards, gripping her arm. Her shooting arm.

Shit. My first time in a fire fight and I'm already dusted. Her gun fell a few feet away, and the last Drac was advancing on her. I bet he's smiling under that fucked up mask of his.

He finally stood in front of her, gun pointed at her face, ready to kill.

"Any last wishes?" He said, his voice strained with excitement.

"I thought Dracs weren't supposed to talk."

"Stalling. Hmph. I thought Killjoys were better than that."

"Well, great minds do think alike, right?"

He just stood there, slightly chuckling, pointing the gun at her for what seemed like minutes, but was actually seconds. Why hasn't he done anything?!

"Why haven't you ghosted me yet?" She said, unsure.

"Well, someone's eager to die...but I am contemplating murder."

"Y-you've never killed before?"

"Don't be ridiculous. It's your murder I am contemplating. See, generally, I'm a nice guy. I see a poor fool who dusted himself out, so I do the honorable thing, the merciful thing, I ghost him. But for some reason, even though you're dusted, I don't feel like ghosting you. So, I'll just leave you here. That way I didn't technically kill you, and you'll still die. That is unless someone finds you, but that is very unlikely. Basically, you have until nightfall. Good luck."

He walked down the hill, and soon the sound of a trans-am was heard. He was gone.

"Grrr. Fuckin' bastard dusted me out. At least he didn't ghost that other Killjoy...WAIT!"

Her face grew wide with realization. There was another Killjoy.

Just as the thought formed, a trans-am sounded in the distance. She was still on the ground, semi-weak from blood loss. She couldn't get up, and if a Drac trans-am found her, she would most definitely die...or worse.

With the amount of blood she was loosing, she could tell she was going to black out soon and may possibly never wake up. The roar of the trans-am was getting louder, and louder, until it just stopped. It sounded close, maybe at the bottom of the hill.

She heard a few doors slam before someone started talking.

"Holy shit, dude! What happened!?" The first voice said. His voice was semi-nasally, and very familiar.

"We ended up gettin' tagged by Dracs. Gutter Death, Rat Blasta, and Revo Rebellion got ghosted," said voice number two, whom Violet assumed was the Killjoy she just got dusted out, and most likely ghosted, for.

"You took 'em out?"

"No. Come to think of it, there was a Killjoy up the hill. Oh God!"

"What!?"

"She could be ghosted! I'm pretty sure she's at least dusted!"

Violet could hear the hint of panic in his voice, and foot steps frantically running up the hill.

"She's over here!" The one she saved yelled.

Two people ran over to her. One had fire truck red hair. She immediately took notice of it. Hmph. It's like Gerard Way's old hair...or Val Velocity's new hair. Ha! Nerd!

The other Killjoy had bleach blonde hair, with a few brown highlights. This was the one she saved. He's cute. Reminds me of Mikey Way during "Danger Days." Ha!

The two men immediately started checking her vitals.

"Her arm's fucked up, bad." She couldn't tell who was talking anymore.

Everything began to get blurry.

"Her pulse is dropping! Fuck! C'mon! We need to get her to bass!"

With that, Violet Rose began to pass out, and everything went to black.

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