Keep Running! (MCR fanfiction)

I'm Gonna Show My Scars

I cautiously look around. The feeling in my gut will not go away. My heart races with the speed of the trans am I am hiding behind. The sun beats down on my neck. I pull my bandana above my nose. The fabric barely covers the skin by the knot. The worn fabric barely protects me, period.

My hair is dyed to the point of looking like fire. It waves crazily in the harsh wind. I lost my last hairband, using it as a last attempt to survive. Somehow, it managed to work. I had managed to grab my ray gun and hide behind the car.

The sound of a blast wakes me up. I jump up, pointing the gun in a general direction. I shoot it and hope I don't miss. A scream escapes me as a flare of pain shoots up my body. I ignore the pain, gritting me teeth. I focus my vision on the last white cloaked monster. I bring the gun up and aim at the fatal spot. I take a deep breathe. I lock my finger around the trigger. As I release my air, I shoot. The blue blast hits the Drac. It goes crumbling to the ground. But not before it released one more shot.

I shriek. I scream. Nothing could stop it. Nothing could save me. The flesh around me eye burns like a red hot poker touched it. I go falling to the ground. My gun sprawls to the area where my mask had previously fallen. My whole right eye is blind. I can feel the hot liquid trailing down my dirt crusted face.

I attempt to look down. I can see the bone of my legs through the gapping hole in my jeans. The white hot burst still sizzles on the wound. I take it a breath as I try and poke it. I look up at the cloudless sky.

I am going to die. I don't know where Devil is. My mask is ten feet away, along with my gun. My bandana has fallen. I cannot see out of my right eye. The sun will get me. I will die of radiation, or sun burn. Unless the Dracs get me first.....

No! I can't let the Dracs win. I cannot let BL/ind win. Not without knowing who my father is. Not without avenging my mother's death. I muster my grit and pick myself off the ground. I stumble and limp the ten feet to my gun. With every step, came a pain so agonizing I felt like I was going to die. I somehow managed to grab my gun and mask before taking the hike back.

I open the door to the Trans Am. I throw my gun into the seat next to me. I slam the door shut. I need to stop the bleeding. I look around and frantically look for something to clog with holes. I may be safe but I refuse to die from bloodloss. A wadded up shirt is hidden beneath my seat. I grab my knife from its home on my thigh and cut the fabirc. I shove a small part in the hole then wrap a strip around my leg to stop the heavy bloodflow enough to not lose anymore. I take another piece and wrap it around my head. I cover my right eye and tie it behind my left ear.

I still feel to unprotected. I need something else. I grab my discarded mask. Its ironic how the flames on the mask mask the feeling in my body. I pull it over my damaged face. I will die with my mask on.

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I have been driving for hours. I know where I am headed and I know who will be there. I just don't know how I will deal with the questions. I swallow hard and drive faster. Clouds of dust follow me. I tap my foot to my favourite song blasting through the speakers. It reminds me of the life I barely remember. It was before the fires and before the whole coorporation of BL/ind.

"I'm not ashamed! I'm gonna show my scars! Give a cheer! For all the broken! Listen here!" The guitar and everything in this song just rain my inspiration. It keeps me going.

My stomach begins to rumble when the gas station comes into my impared sight on the horizon. I pick up the speed of the car and race to my home. My red motor bike waits outside the beaten building. That's a strong relief. I do not know what I could do if I knew Atomic Devil had been ghosted.