The True Lives of the Most Epic Killjoys Chapter 17

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The True Lives of the Most Epic Killjoys Chapter 17

here's chapter 17! enjoy!
~Desert Demon

Chapter 17

Ghoul woke up to Jet playing and singing a song that he hadn’t heard before.
“What song is that?” he said groggily.
“It’s a new one that we wrote,” Jet said. “By the way, we finished the other one and we’re calling it ‘Na Na Na’. This one is called ‘Bulletproof Heart’.”
“Cool. What does the rest on Na Na Na sound like?”
“It sounds kinda like this, but we’re gonna change some stuff up once we get all the guitar parts and stuff.”
“Okay, sing it.”
“Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!!! Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don’t need ‘em but I’ll sell what you got, take the cash, and I’ll keep it. Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill ‘em all, and we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl, I’ll be your detonator! Love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it in a bag, in a box, put an 'x' on the floor, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, shut up and sing it with me! From mall security, to every enemy, we’re on your property, standing in ‘v’ formation. Let’s blow an artery, eat plastic surgery, keep your apology, give us more detonation!” Jet sang. “More, gimme more, gimme more! Oh, let me tell you ‘bout the sad man, shut up and let me see your jazz hands. Remember when you were a madman, thought you was Batman, and hit the party with a gas can, kiss me you animal! You run the company, hit like a Kennedy, I think we’d rather be burning your information. Let’s blow an artery, eat plastic surgery, keep your apology, give us more detonation… And right here, right now, all the way in Battery City, the little children raised their open, filthy palms, like tiny daggers up to heaven! And all the Juvie Halls, and the Ritalin Rats, ask angels made from neon and fuckin’ garbage scream out, ‘What will save us?’, and the sky opened up… Everybody wants to change the world, everybody wants to change the world, but no one, no one wants to die. Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try, wanna try, wanna try now, I’ll be your detonator!!” Jet burst into a ridiculously epic guitar solo. “Na na na na na na na na na na na! Make no apology, it’s death or victory, on my authority, crash and burn, young and loaded! Drop like a bullet shell, dress like a sleeper cell, I’d rather go to Hell, than be in purgatory, cut my hair, gag and bore me, pull this pin, let this world explode!!”
Ghoul’s mouth hung open. That wasn’t like a song that they’ve every done before. “That was frickin’ epic,” he said in awe.
“Would you like to make any changes?”
“Nope, that was the best! It doesn’t sound like anything that we’ve done before, though.”
“That’s the point. I was thinking that we could change our sound up a bit, but still keep some of the old stuff.”
“Cool. So where did everyone else go?”
“Right here,” someone said behind him. Ghoul turned to see Static, Demon, Star, and Kobra rummaging through the cabinets.
“What are you guys looking for?”
“Extra food and stuff,” Star said.
“And anything we can use as weapons,” Demon said.
“Any luck?” Ghoul asked.
“Nope,” Kobra said. “All we’ve found so far are some blankets and pillows.”
“Well, at least we have those,” Ghoul said.
“We should go out and see now the survivors are doing,” Jet said.
They all walked out of the room and into the lobby, where most of the survivors were. Jet, Ghoul, and Kobra immediately started talking with them. Static, Demon, and Star were awkwardly standing in the center of the room, wondering whether to approach anyone or wait and see if anyone approached them. Apparently, waiting helped.
“What’s going on?” a girl about Demon’s age asked. She had blue hair and glasses. She also had a necklace that had a key on it. She was just wearing plain clothes that Demon and Static found in one of the closets.
“Well, since you guys just escaped from BL/Ind., we’re trying to help you recover and get you ready to invade,” Static said.
“Invade what?”
“BL/Ind.,” Demon said.
“Wait… you guys are making us go back there?”
“Only if you are willing. We aren’t forcing anyone if they don’t want to,” Star said.
“Good, ‘cause I really don’t want to go back.”
“What’s your name?” Demon asked.
“Fox Fire.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Desert Demon, but you can call me Demon.” They shook hands.
“I’m Radio Star, call me Star,” Star said.
“I’m Revolution Static. You can call me Static if you want,” Static said.
“Nice to meet you guys. Call me Fire,” Fire said.
There was silence for a moment, then Demon noticed some writing on Fire’s arm.
“What’s the writing on your arm?” she asked Fire.
“What? Oh, it’s one of my favorite sayings, by one of my idols,” Fire explained. She held out her arm. Don’t take anyone’s crapt, it said.
“Who’s saying is it?” Star asked.
“The lead singer of one of my favorite bands, Gerard Way.”
Star, Demon, and Static all grinned. “What?” Fire asked, creeped out.
“Don’t call him that from now on, okay?” Demon said. “Call him Party Poison.”
“Wait, wasn’t that the guy…”
“Yeah,” Star said, smiling. “He’s alive, and so is the rest of the band.”
“Don’t call them by their real names, though,” Demon warned. “Gerard is Party Poison, Party for short, Mikey is Kobra Kid, Kobra for short, Ray is Jet Star, Jet for short, and Frank is Fun Ghoul, Ghoul for short.”
“Wow, really?” Fire said in shock. “My heroes are alive?”
“Yup. Do you want to meet them?” Static asked.
“Fuck yeah I do!”
“Let’s go then.”