Danger Days--Part 31

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Danger Days--Part 31

So with Cherri following behind, things got a little more interesting. We actually tried out the microphone when Show told us that she had one too, and always has it on at all times.
So we called out to her, and she actually replied, so we’ve been keeping in touch with her whilst we drive in separate cars. Cherri’s even taken part in our little ‘Song or Artist’ game a few times, and she’s pretty good at it.
Another good thing about the new way of communication is that I finally have someone to talk to about how I feel. When I’m sure that Show and Jen are asleep, I get a chance to have serious talks with Cherri. She reminds me a little of mom, so it’s easy to talk to her about everything that’s been bothering me. Like the sudden change of lifestyles, losing my mom, the frustrations of not knowing who my father is, and of course the strange feeling that comes over me when I give a kill shot. And the great thing is, she actually listens and gives me advice and encouragement that everything will get better. The most helpful thing she’s said to me is probably her reply to the killing issues.
“I know what you mean Specter,” Cherri’s voice crackles into my headphones. I discovered that I could plug in the headphones from my player into this outlet I found on the microphone…so now Show and Jen won’t hear the voice over the radio.
“A lot of Killjoys went through it when they first started out,” Cherri explains. “They only wanted to get the world back to a beautiful-ugly place it once was, one full of creativity and love and art of all sorts, but once they realized that it wasn’t gonna happen without brute force, a lot of them ran away, they said they still believed, but they weren’t killers.”
“I know, but does it make me a killer, when I know it’s not right?” I whisper into the microphone.
“No it doesn’t, but you know it’s wrong, the BLI doesn’t, that what makes you different, they kill us when they see that we won’t change, you only kill to protect and restore, just like the rest of us,” Cherri says. “If there was any other way to get this message across, we’d take it, but the BLI gives us no choice, so we have to keep doing it this way,” she says bitterly, “Matter-of-fact, I still get that feeling every time I have to shoot someone.”
I frown and look back through the review mirror, back at Cherri sitting in her rickety old van, then I look out my window to the brightening the horizon…Show and Jen should be waking up soon.
“Specter?” Cherri says.
“Yeah,” I say back, snapping out of the stupor.
“Your mom never told anyone who your father was, and when she left with Techman, everyone thought it was him, and you said he was out here somewhere, I what guess I’m asking is…” Cherri stops, afraid to finish the question.
“Well, I only know his real name, and that’s not really mine to give, and she never told me what his Killjoy name is, so I have no idea how to find him,” I say getting that disappointed feeling again.
“Oh, okay…and another thing, since your mom and Techman weren’t really together, how was Dune…you know?” Cherri presses.
I laugh a little before I answer, “Dune was brought about in the normal BLI fashion.” I turn red a little and clear my throat a bit, “Sperm donation.”
“Ah, I see, sorry if that’s a little strange to talk about,” Cherri laughs.
“You have no idea,” I say back, smile spreading across my face.
“So even if someone knows your dad by his real name, you still wouldn’t give away his name,” Cherri says, recovered from the embarrassing moment.
I sigh, sometimes Cherri just presses to far on some things, “Like I said, it’s his name to keep as a secret if he wants, who am I to give it away.”
“Alright, well, maybe you can trust your grandpa with that secret,” Cherri says, and think that she might be right. “So are Show and Dune up yet?”
I look over at Jen, curled up in the backseat, and Show who’s lightly snoring, “Not even close Cherri.”

Finally, three days after we joined up with Cherri, we get to the station.
It’s a diner, a big one. Probably had a lot of business in its running days, but now hosts a place for my grandpa to have his radio station.
“Here we are kids, your grandpa’s station,” Show says looking out the window at the diner. I catch a look at Jen in the review mirror, she’s looking out the window in awe that we’ll be staying here with our radio host grandpa. She looks back to me, big smile on her face, and I smile back as I unlock the door for her to get out. She practically rips the doors off the hinges to get out, and goes running up to the front of the diner.
“It’s so huge!” Jen shouts holding her arms out for emphasis.
“Well it’s gotta be to fit all that radio and studio equipment your grandpa’s got in there,” Show says rolling up behind her.
“Studio?” Jen says turning to face Show.
“Yeah, he liked to record his daughter, your mom, and a few other Killjoys that could sing back in the old days, even helped MCR record some of their earlier stuff,” Show says looking up at the diner.
I climb out of the car and walk over to join up with them, Cherri comes up next to me as we watch Jen walk up to the door, slowly.
“You ready to meet him?” Cherri whispers to me.
“I just hope he likes me,” I say, and I mean it. I haven’t seen him in years, what if the isolation made him change? No, he sent mom that CD, he made sure her car was left there for us when we needed it, he has to be good.
I met Jen by the door, she’s stopped, and for good reason, it’s boarded up.
“C’mon you two, the entrance is in the back,” Show says waving us over to the corner. We follow after him, and I feel Jen put her hand in mine, she’s nervous too. Jen was just a baby when it all happened, so she has no clue what he’s like, or whether he even remembers us. I give her hand a squeeze to let her know that it’ll be alright whatever happens, and we come around to a wall covered in graffiti.
It’s covered in all sorts of graffiti art, but there’s something that sticks out the most on the wall—the signs. Everywhere there are the marks of Killjoys that have passed by, in all sizes and all colors, spray-painted or drawn on with marker, it’s all there. Then I see something that sticks out to me, a black circle with “Slaughter-matic Sounds” in it. I walk up to the wall and stroke my fingers across the mark, remembering what mom told me about it.
“This is Grandpa D’s mark, my mom told me about it,” I whisper.
“That pink one next to it’s your mom’s,” Cherri says pointing over my shoulder at a hot pink circle with a ghost in it.
“Well, you guys ready to go in?” Show asks, for the first time, sounding like he cares about our feelings. I take a deep breath, and look down to Jen she’s just staring ahead at mom’s mark, then she nods without taking her eyes off it. Then I turn back to Show and nod too. “Let’s go then, just move the loose board aside,” Show says pointing to the board mom and grandpa’s marks are on.
I let go of Jen’s hand and move towards the wall. The board Show pointed out overlaps the rest of the wall, so I lift my arm and place the tips of my fingers on the edge of the board. I push it to the side and there’s a small opening behind it, just big enough for one of us to get through one at a time. I look back to Show, Cherri, and Jen, and I see Cherri give me a nod of encouragement, then I turn back to the opening, and duck through.

Part 32: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/zone-specter/danger-days-part-32