Weapon For Love and War (Danger Days and Gerard Way/Party Poison FanFic)

When Amber is told of her special ability, she has to hide it and is told run as far away from BL/ind as possible. And with the help of her older brother Frank, she nearly escapes but one missed shot of a ray gun costs her 6 years of her life, kidnapped by BL/ind she believes she'll never see the outside world again.
She begins to be known as the The Weapon to the Killjoys (rebels) over the years, and the fantastic four (Party Poison, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid) plan to bring The Weapon down before Korse, leader of BL/ind, can use it to officially take all of the land to himself and rule over the drugged citizens of America. But when they catch The Weapon they realise what it is and more importantly who it is.

*I do not own the Danger Days or any of the fantastic four I do own the new made up characters and new things added to the plot of Danger Days.
Playlist for all the songs used in the book on spotify, called 'Book Playlist (WFLAW)'. I do not own any of the songs mentioned.


3. Chapter 2

(Frank's POV)

I had been awake for a while, but remembering what day it was, I refused to open my eyes. There was a glow of red that played on my eyelids, informing me that we were still in the middle of the desert with the sun blazing down on us 24/7. Personally I hated living in the desert, we all did, but when you were a rebel outcast, where else did you live? I mean living in the desert was better than it would have been before everything had happened, ever since more than half the country had been taken by BL/ind, the Killjoys all lived in the desert. This meant that now there were a lot more buildings, pubs and markets here now than the desert would have had before, which was none.  But after 6 years of living in the same abandoned warehouse, meant that you got used to the quietness of everything. But lately the killjoy numbers had been lowering, due to the Drac numbers multiplying and getting stronger, making everywhere quieter than ever. Plus the little buggers had gotten their hands on some new, extra powerful ray guns, we, the fantastic four, still had the guns that were our first. I smiled (my eyes still closed), at the thought of my green ray gun and how it had matched Amber’s. I had been given the guns earlier that day; the first time my mother had heard about the rumour of the Dracs invading, I had decorated them so they looked the same and so that we could be partners in crime. I sighed at the thoughts of that day, opening my eyes open before I got too lost with my memories and started to cry.

     As I opened my eyes and sat up weakly, soon shutting my eyes again due to the sun glaring in my smashed window. I groaned not wanting to get up, I just, just for today, wanted a break to roll in my sorrows and not come face to face with death. It was the anniversary of the final invasion of New York, the day Amber was killed. The killjoys that were left (around 100) were planning on having a big party and celebrating that they had survived this long. But I would not be celebrating tonight; I would be visiting the ‘graveyard’ and paying my respects to the ones I loved. I did not want to be alive, I should have died in that alley way like I deserved to. I wish Amber was here, alive, instead of me. Unfortunately for some, fortunately for others, because I was a ‘role model’ now to the other killjoys I couldn’t just kill myself and leave them alone. Ever since I had become part of the fantastic four, with Party, Kobra and Jet, I finally felt like I had a purpose and felt at least a little bit more important than I did before. I think they felt the same as me as well, Kobra and Party had lost their parents and Jet had lost his dad, but I felt, even though it may be selfish, that they had no idea what it was like to have lost all your family, I had lost my dad, my mum and my sister never mind all in the same day, all in the same hour. They all had someone, Party and Kobra had each other and Jet had his mum. Slowly though I was getting used to my new family that was the killjoys, though. I don’t think I would have lived this long without the guys and of course Jet’s mum, Lola’s support.

        Waking me out of my thoughts was a strong knock on my door. I yawned and sleepily called “Wait a second.” I grabbed a random T shirt that was sprawled on the floor and walked over to the door with my pyjama bottoms on. I opened the door to reveal a smiling Party. He was fully clothed, leather jacket, ray gun strap and all, his red hair looking extremely bright it due to the cast of sunlight that was coming from my window. I groaned miserably and went to shut the door, only to have it stopped by a booted foot. I reopened the door and grumpily asked “What?” His smile faded a bit, as he replied mumbling. “Well somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning.” I just rolled my eyes in response, waiting for an answer. “I was just gonna ask if you want to come and see Dr D with me, he’s got a new mission for us and you-” he said poking me in the chest “-need to get out at some point today.” I moaned louder, thinking that I did not want to go and get another mission that we would probably have to do later today, anyway. But Party did have a good point, if I did need to keep myself occupied today; it was not a good day to leave me alone with my thoughts. So I groggily nodded my head, as I slammed the door in Party’s face. I went over to the pile of clothes that was my wardrobe, picking up some black jeans and my favourite leather jacket, deciding to keep the t shirt I had on, on. I threw my clothes onto my bed, just quickly combing my black hair before getting dressed.

      I got changed quickly and made my way to the main room, which doubled as our living room, kitchen and dining room; our bedrooms were the old offices and staff rooms. I walked into the room to find Jet and Party slouching on the couch, eating the power pup. They turned towards me and I smiled weakly back, grabbing a power pup from the side for myself and sitting myself awkwardly in between them. “Sleeping beauty finally woke up.” Party stated annoyingly.  “Says you, yesterday you nearly missed a raid because you were still sleeping at 2 in the afternoon.” I replied nearly finishing the small tin of power pup. He groaned “In my defence, I had had a hangover.” Jet laughed remembering the events of the ‘party’ we had had the other evening. “We all did.” I smiled in response, getting up and attempting to throw my empty can in the barrel that was our bin. I failed and accidentally threw it at Kobra who had just come in the room. I laughed and yelled “Sorry dude.” He shook his head smiling and threw it back at me. I could hear the guys behind me on the couch, wetting themselves laughing at my failure. I shook my head at them, Kobra going to sit down with the vibrating Party and Jet. “You’re not gonna be mad at me all day are you?” Party asked, finally calming down and pulling an innocent face. “Maybe.” I said winking as I made my way outside, to the trans am.

     I walked round to the other side of the warehouse, where the trans am was parked, brushing my hand along the metal building as I went. The material was hot against my hand, conducting the sun’s rays. It was bumpy too, so as moved my hand across its surface it made a thump as it went into the dips. I looked from the wall down to my feet, which I noticed had no boots on and just my odd pink and green stripped socks. I huffed and mentally noted to get the spare ones out the boot of the trans am later. The sand and some rocks had managed to attach themselves to my socks making it uncomfortable to walk, but I enjoyed the odd feeling of the hot ground on my feet.

     Reaching the trans am, I leaned against the bonnet so I could wipe of the gravel that had struck itself to my socks. I got back up again and stroked the car as if it were my pet. Before I charged it up, I admired the designs on it and how they had built up over the years, but the spider on the front never fading. I smiled at the memories of drawing that spider on and how I had been the only one that was against having a spider as the picture, even though I had grown to accept it over the years, as I needed to do with the deaths of my family, I mean it had been 6 years mum and dad wouldn’t want me still mourning. Neither would Amber. I huffed at the memory again and my complete and utter failure. In attempt to distract myself from my thoughts, I went round to the back of the car to get the massive plug used to charge the vehicle. I pulled it out viciously and dragged the plug and lead over to the socket on the side of the warehouse. Plugging it in and turning it on, I slid down to a couching position waiting for the car to be fully charged. I sighed and brushed my long hair out of my eyes, accidentally catching the scar that was on my head. My hand hovered over it for a while, remembering how I had gained it, but then quickly covered it with my hair and occupying myself with brushing more sand off my socks, as I waited for the car to be fully charged, which should have been in the next 10 minutes.

      To be honest, I had nearly fallen asleep there and then because of how late I must have gotten to sleep last night. But the bleeping of the car, made me jump and then I was definitely awake. I groggily got up, wiping the clinging sand off my pants, and walking over to the surprisingly still working socket and turned it off, pulling out the plug. The plug, being difficult, refused to come out. I groaned and pulled harder only resulting in me falling over when the plug sprung out. Deciding I couldn’t be bothered to get up, I just lay there with the plug in one hand, looking up at the never-ending blue sky. Getting lost in my thoughts again I thought about how crazy it was that the stars were still up there, but just hiding, refusing to been seen. The blazing sun’s rays blocking out their lights, rendering them powerless until night fell, then they could shine as brightly as the sun if they intended to. The stars started to rattle an old memory of one night around 8 years ago, when I was lying on the roof of my old apartment building with Amber. We lay there in the middle of the night pointing out shapes in the stars to each other; we would have competitions which she would always win. But as the hours dragged on and we both grew tried, resulting in the subject of our chat getting deeper and deeper. It was then that she told me about her friend Kimberly, who had gone missing. She told me that Kimberly had not actually gone missing but that she had jumped off a bridge. She cried and told me not to tell anyone because the last thing Amber had said to Kimberly had been that she would never tell anyone about where she was going. She also told me about how she believed that Kimberly had just simply moved from humanity and to the stars and how she believed that once people died that they turned into stars so that they could look over their loved ones for entirety. I hoped that she had moved on up to the stars with Kimberly, Mum and Dad looking over the world together and waiting for me. I would go to them as soon as my duty in this war was over, I promised.

         Waking me, once again from my thoughts was Party. He kicked me in the side, telling me to stop daydreaming and to get into the car. I groaned hold my mildly injured side, tying the plug back up at the back of the trans am and jumping into the passenger side. “That hurt you know.” I said as Party started the vehicle and drove out onto the road. “Well maybe it would hurt less if you were more awake. Seriously you’re a bit dozy today, what time you go to bed last night?” He said keeping his eyes on the seemingly never ending road ahead. “Awww, that’s sweet you actually do care about me.”  He groaned and punched me in the arm, with the arm that wasn’t driving.

“No I just don’t want to have to save your ass again if we have to do a mission today.” He spoke with a small smile playing on his lips. I smiled, putting my still bootless feet up on the dashboard and replied “Don’t worry; I think I’ll be too busy saving your ass anyway.” He shook his head, moving some of his red hair into his face. “You wish Ghoul.”

       We finally arrived at Dr D’s radio station after around half an hour of driving. It was painful having to go on a long car journey without music to listen to but I hadn’t seen a Misfits CD is 6 years, so that wasn’t happening any time soon. We got out the car, slamming the doors behind us. Party went round to the front of the car heading for the entrance of the station while I went and grabbed the spare boots from the boot. I quickly pulled them on, hopping as I tried to catch up with Party, who was nearing the hidden entrance, behind a wooden ‘wall’ of graffiti. He held up the flap that revealed the secret entrance, waiting for me and laughing slightly at my hopping as I struggled to put my boots on. I finally got my boots on and shook my head at him as I walked into the radio station. Party followed behind me, letting the flap shut on its own, making a loud bang as it fell into place, alerting people we had arrived.

       A bearded man sat in front of us in a hipster wheelchair. He had sunglasses on and was wearing a bandana and a leather overcoat. I have to admit, even though the guy is in a wheelchair he still manages to look pretty fucking intimidating. “Thank you for coming boys.” He said in his droning radio presenter voice. Knowing our place we both nodded simultaneously, sitting down in 2 chairs that were placed near the entrance. “No problem.” Party said with the highest respect, if you got on the bad side of this guy you would be dead within a day. “Well I’ve called you here, on the matter of a pretty important mission that only your group of four are skilled enough to take on.” He started to explain. “I am pretty sure you will have heard about the rumour of the Dracs having gotten their hands on some powerful rare weapon.” Party nodded and said “Yeah, people are calling it the Weapon. It’s being said that they are gonna use it to bring down all the killjoys for good.” Party did most of the talking at these meetings, seeing as he was the leader of our group. “Correct. I can tell you that these rumours are true and that I want you four to take down the Weapon before we’re too late and the Dracs have already put it into use.” I placed two and two together and realised that getting this weapon meant going into the BL/ind main headquarters themselves. “Excuse me but would that include us having to go into the main headquarters, where Korse is?” I asked nervously, nobody had gone into the main headquarters before. He simply nodded and said “Yes,” in a duh tone. I couldn’t believe this; we were going to just waltz into the most secure building in the country and are expected to come back out alive, as well as stealing something from them as well. Dr D had gone insane. 


Song: Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

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