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.

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24. Chapter 23

(Amber's POV)

I found odd familiarity back in my glass cell, counting the stains of old blood on the carpet floor and transparent walls. Distracting myself I counted 21, then 34, then 15, always wrong always losing count as my mind drifted off to the events of the previous night but then continuing to count not remembering where I originally was. I would get a shiver down my spine every time my mind wandered to that dreaded night. I felt itchy and dirty all over. Eventually, I couldn't stop shaking and twitching and stretching and counting so much so that one of the Drac guards called in the Woman to have a look at me. 

I was nervous, the Woman scared me but not as much as... She was a strong, feisty woman, that is when he wasn't around. When he was there she was like a slave grovelling at his feet. I have a leverage with her though, I could claw information out of her because she'd relax and trust too easily. Tricking her into giving me the information I wanted and needed was the first trick I had learnt in this hell hole nearly 6 years ago. 

She entered staring me down as she entered my cell, the automatic door slamming and locking itself behind her. "Hello, Amber." She said calmly, looking around taking in an environment that she hadn't entered in a while. "Gloria." I greeted her with her real first name which she had entrusted me with. I gained some confidence realising my situation where secretly I felt like maybe I had the upper hand for once, my shivering halted. Though I doubted I'd be able to anything that would be of value to me right now, I used to use my privileges to learn about what he would use my blood for and what BL/it's weaknesses were. Also sometimes gossip entertained me, like the past personalities of the now dead inside Dracs and the Woman's crush on everyone. "How are you? I was called as a Drac thought you were unwell." She asked, sitting down with me on the floor as if we were long lost friends, if only she knew how much the new found anger racing through me, because of last night, wanted me to tear her throat out. I shook my head both in answer to her question and to cast aside the murderous new thoughts I was experiencing.  "Oh right, anything you think you might have? An illness you may have picked up in the outside?" She asked. I groaned, I knew exactly what was wrong with me, I felt weak and vulnerable. I felt taken advantage of, I wanted to be back with Party and Frank. An idea popped into my head. "I'm fine for the most part, I feeling a little homesick. Do you think you could bring me a picture of Party Poison and Fun Ghoul?" I requested, she pulled a face. "It would just be for an hour or two, just to help me get better quicker and perform to my best. I would give them over to the Drac who was on guard as soon as I am done." I used my words, trying to convince her. She looked around thinking, my words going through her head. I got up, trying to stand, pretending it was more difficult that it was, groaning and moaning, trying to get any sympathy that I could. She looked at me pitifully, then got up herself. "I will return with them in the evening after a meeting I have. Do not tell Korse of this, he would not be happy." She caved, walking slowly back over to the door. I smiled at her. "Thank you, with your help I will be much better." I said lying through my teeth knowing I'd probably never be able to be the same ever again. She nodding exiting the cell, the door locking behind her and as she left the room the guard Drac entered again and reassumed his post. 

I shot up screaming, sweat drenching my white nightgown. I'd had another nightmare, but a memory really. Every time I as much as closed my eyes, images from that night played on my eyelids. Reliving over and over again. I hugged my knees close to my chest, swaying back and forth, tears creating two waterfalls on my face. I couldn't live this every night, it was life ruining enough having to go through it once but having it repeated in my head again and again and again and again was tearing me limb from limb. I started scratching my arms and my legs and my neck, feeling his fingertips still on me. I hated that man for how he'd taken my life and moulded it into my own personal hell. I sobbed louder, hating how I was feeling. I didn't want to have to be like this, I wanted to be free and brave with the guys outside. I wanted to fight against BL/ind, not be the sole reason it had come to power. I wanted my family back, I wanted my mum and dad back alive, I didn't want to be related to him. I slammed the ground hard with my fist. I wanted to be in Frank's arms, so he could protect me like he'd promised. I wanted Party's lips against mine, his body heat melting away all the troubles in the world, I wanted him to help put me back together. I started to shake and my throat felt like it was closing up. My vision went blurry and I started to panic. I stood up, trying to walk it off maybe I'd get tired and fall asleep again. But then I'd have to relive the horrors, maybe I'd just try to distract myself. 

I paced around in a circle for a few minutes, calming my nerves as I counted my steps. Then a muffled sound came from within my cell. I jumped back into a corner, terrified that he was here. Then my eyes made contact with two familiar sets of eyes. 

Frank and Party.

The Woman had left their pictures on the ground, I must have been asleep when she dropped them off. I ran over to the desperately and picked them up. I studied them, reminding myself of how beautiful Party was and of my brother Frank. 

I sank to my knees. "My brother..." I whispered in realisation.

He wasn't my brother anymore, he was only a half-brother. 

Tears flooded out again, dripping onto the mug shots of Party and Frank from when they must have been arrested at some point by BL/ind. I pulled the photos close to my heart and cradled them, wishing that they were here. I felt so alone. 

He had snatched away another part of my life, again for only his own enjoyment. 

I screamed and yelled; "I FUCKING HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I WILL HATE YOU FOREVER!" I was banging my fists against the shatterproof glass of my cell, feeling the crusty texture of the blood stains against my hand. The pictures are forgotten, on the floor as my body turned to anger. Slamming my fists so hard against the cage, yelling screaming, cursing him. My body aches and shakes, anger pulsing through my veins, my throat going dry and closing up with rage. I heard a crack in the glass as my fists met with it countless times. I could see the Drac on guard calmly reporting the situation into his walkie-talkie, just as he was instructed by his superiors as he couldn't make decisions for himself. And you know who'd taken away his free will? 

Me, me, ME!

I ruined so many lives. I screamed louder and started to kick the glass too. My life was a wreck, I was a wreck. 

He entered the room, followed by about 10 Dracs all kitted out in riot uniform. Was I that dangerous? He looked right at me, tutting as my fighting continued from inside the cell. I gave him a death glare, my fear diminished by my anger and hatred for this man if you could even call the devil a man. I spat at the glass. He shook his head at me, signalling for his 'soldiers'  to enter the cage. "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? KILL ME?" I threatened. Then I blacked out with a sharp pain in the right side of my head. 

I awoke in that dreaded bed, in that dreaded room. Images flashed into my head and I squealed moving around trying to get off the mattress, but a firm cold hand on my head kept me in place. I felt a sharp prick in my left arm, a needle. I panicked and looked over seeing an old man taking some of my blood. He carefully took the needle out, and I watched carefully, keeping my gaze off of him, even though I could feel his eyes drilling into my skull. I watched the old man, squeeze my blood out into a machine that looked similar to a phone. There was a slide out the metal part where he poured my blood and then he pushed the metal back into the main phone part. He turned to him and said; "It'll take a few moments, do you mind if I ask the patient a few questions?" 

"Of course not, go ahead." His grizzly voice sent icebergs down my spine. The doctor (I assumed) coughed and noted "Alone." 

"Um...I don't know. Anything she tells you I am privileged to know, she is my daughter." I shook my head viciously at his statement, all my hairs standing up. "Still, it would be better alone." The doctor nagged, I couldn't believe this guy was standing up to him, did he know who he was? "Fine." he yelled and stormed out of the room. 

The old man looked at me sympathetically, "Your father has quite the temper." He asked trying to brighten the mood. "He is not my dad." I almost yelled, even if we share the same blood he could never be my father. "Ok then. Now I have some questions to ask you, is that ok?" He asked quickly moving on. "Yeah I guess." I said sitting up, now getting the full sight of the room gave me a headache. "Have you thrown up recently at all, experienced any nausea close to sickness in either the morning or the evening?" He asked writing the question down in a pad. I thought back to last night (or what I thought was last night) and then that dreaded night before. I had thrown up straight away after the incident with him. "I did throw up the night before last. But I dunno." I answer cuddling myself in the sheets for comfort at thinking of the events. He nodded, noting something down quickly. "Have you engaged in sexual intercourse recently?" He asked not looking up. I sucked in a breath, a tear falling down my cheek. I nodded, a small sob escaping. "May I ask if it was consensual?" He said noticing my poor reaction. I shook my head, it was in no way consensual. "Right ok. I will try not to engage in that situation as you seem sensitive to it, I apologise." I shook my head. 

"It's ok, you didn't know." I croaked out. He nodded. I appericate him treating me like this, it was the first time anybody had since I'd gotten here. 

"Have you ever experienced fits of anger like you did last night before?" He asked. 

"No." I stated simply. 

"Finally, have you been exposed to a new environment recently or been somewhere new without taking the needed priorities maybe?" He finished, confidently.

"Yeah, I have." I was thinking of Party and Frank again, of the freedom I'd only been allowed a taster of. "Ok thank you for that information. I have narrowed down why you've had a sudden outburst and have been showing signs of illness to, you have picked up an exotic disease from the new area you went to, but this is unlikely." He said reading from his notepad. "You could also either be pregnant or be reacting badly in a psychological way to your recent rap-shall we say incident." He finished as if it were nothing. 

Pregnant? What? No. 

This couldn't be happening, I couldn't be. He couldn't do that, could he? It would be too early to know anyway, wouldn't it? "W...w-what?" I said breathlessly. I tugged the sheets up over my stomach, trying to hide the truth. Just as the doctor was about to answer the machine beeped next to him and he picked it up looking at it, sighing. 

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Sorry its short but I wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger because I'm an evil sod. 

SONG OF THE MOMENT: Maeby by Fearless Vampire Killers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRRkoCi-bGI

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