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.


25. Chapter 24

(Amber's POV)

"Right well it looks like nothing's wrong with you except that your amygdala is overactive, this is the part the brain that controls anger, fear and sadness. Have you been experiencing a lot of fits of crying or rage?" He said calmly making notes on his notepad. I nodded but was just so relieved, thank god. I had never been more relieved in my life, the path that I would have had to go down if this would have gone another way. 

"Ok well some therapy should sort that out, I'll talk to Mr Korse about it." He smiled a fake smile that still comforted me. even though the fact that I was seeing any doctor alone was a miracle  meaning that 'therapy' would be simply impossible. 

"Wait, hang on." The doctor started looking closer at his machine. "Wow, no that doesn't...what?...no...no way!" He breathed looking at me in bewilderment. 

"What? I asked scared, maybe I was pregnant, maybe he hadn't known what I was and now he does. What was going on? I hated the way he was looking at me, it reminded me of all the times I'd been called a mutant. 

"It's just-this-it...it just doesn't make sense. I have to tell...yeah I have to...oh my gosh. Hang on." He said while looking from me to the machine to me and back to the machine. I was so confused, my head going dizzy.  He got up and basically ran out of the door before I could stop him. "Wait!!" I shouted but the door had shut and I remember it was sound proof. I groaned and let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding, letting myself fall back onto the bed. I was thankful, definitely, but then I remembered the reality of the full situation I had put myself in; where I was, who I was with;

Who I wasn't with. 

But what was going on? What had he discovered? Was it something I already knew or was it not? But on a low point, one again Korse would know more about me than I did and would have more control over me. What had happened to patient confidentiality? I laughed a low sarcastic laugh as if I got rights like that.

I sighed and slowly sat up looking around at the dreaded room. 

Suddenly I was startled by a loud, obnoxious laugh from outside, Korse's irritating chuckle. Then a deafening gunshot made me jump back against the wall. I knew what had happened, I whispered a small prayer for the doctor and cursed Korse to the deepest depths of hell, again. I couldn't hear anything else from outside, even though I knew it was coming.

Therefore I wasn't shocked at all when about 5 dracs entered the room. They grabbed hold of me, while I thrashed around shouting and yelling. I tried to hit and kick and when I saw another enter the room with a needle, I screamed making my throat ache, now in sync with the rest of my body. I couldn't break free, they were too strong, just like I recalled. Then it all went that familiar shade of black. 

I awoke in another unfamiliar room, it looked similar to a salon. It was like the old salon's where the girls from around the block used to meet and gossip their noses off. It had the mirrors and the equipment, an image burst into my head of my and my mum coming to a salon about 8 years ago when I dyed my hair for the first time. I groaned remembering she was dead. Dead because of him, Korse, the devil himself. I swore one day I'd rip his throat in half with my bare hands. 

I tried to stand up but couldn't, looking down I saw my hands had been chained to the high salon chair I was on. I groaned again, wriggling trying to break free, thinking maybe I could squeeze my hands out of the cuffs. I was very close to getting out when I heard the familiar high heels behind me. I huffed in frustration, recognising The Woman's walk. 

"Hello, Amber." She greeted a smile on her face as she looked at me. 

I nodded at her politely, knowing that she didn't deserve a hello but I still needed to maintain my friendliness with her of sorts, so that I could still get information. 

"How are you feeling?" She asked affectionately tucking my hair behind my ear, making me flinch slightly. 

"I'm ok, my wrist hurt though in these chains." I moaned, trying to pull on her heart strings.

"Oh I'm sorry love I can't do anything, I've been told I can't remove them." She stated.

"Please Gloria, I won't tell, my wrists are just really sensitive." 

"Fine, fine, fine. But swear you won't say." She said slightly annoyed.

"I swear." I said waiting patiently as she undid the chains' lock from her pocket.

As soon as the chains dropped to the floor, I jumped out of my chair and pushed her against the wall, my hand around her throat. "Tell me how to get out of here!" I yelled in her face. This was very unlike me, but I was done. After over 6 years of this rubbish I was done, I'd been thrown around like a rag doll, and treated like rubbish. I hadn't had a life of my own, millions of lives had been taken because of me. I was done.

"Please please let me go, Amber. This isn't you please, let me go." She begged, tears forming in her eyes. The pity and empathy I would have usually felt were gone, the word pathetic just rang through my head. "And who's fault to you think that is?" I screamed. "I know this isn't me, I hate who I've become but there was no choice was there?! Korse took my life away from me! I WANT TO LEAVE, TELL ME NOW!!" I could see anger forming in her eyes.

"You think we took your life away?! You think? We gave you life Amber. YOU WERE DEAD!" She yelled back. 

"What do you mean dead? Before you took me I was with my family, where I belonged-"

She cut me off, "No you don't understand, you were dead. YOU DIED!"

"As if." She wasn't talking rubbish now, probably trying to stall time while some back up she'd probably called somehow. 

"No, I'm telling the truth. You were born dead, a stillborn. Your mother sold your body to us, we brought you back as what you are." She explained, I searched her eyes. She couldn't be telling the truth.

"That's rubbish, that's not even possible." I mumbled, going over the stupid-ness of her words in my head.  

"But it is, BL/ind has been around for years since the 1920s. We've been experimenting for years, waiting. You were subject number 478. You worked, you were the right blood type and had been death for just the right amount of time fir the cells to bring you back as the being we needed. Its the truth."

I let her go in shock. Was she telling the truth? I was dead, am I still dead? My mother, what did she do? Tears punched out my eyes again. My whole life had been a lie. I felt that familiar scaring sense of being used. I wasn't my own person. A sob left my mouth as I collapsed onto my knees.

"Oh its ok, we'll look after you. You owe us." Gloria said coming over to me, trying to hug me. I pushed her away so she fell on the floor. Wiping my tears away I yelled; "I OWE YOU NOTHING!" 

"NOTHING! I wish you would have left me dead because you killed me as soon as you brought me back again."  I said walking out of the salon, not really knowing what I was doing or where I was going. 

I walked the halls randomly, my hands holding my head up as I repeatedly whispered; "I was dead? I was dead."  Tears continuously stained my cheeks, leaving a dripping trail behind me. 

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, 


I paused in my tracks, looking up recognising the area. There was a lobby like area with white couches and a white desk (a reception desk of sorts). There were a few extremely faint blood stains on the blue carpet. And there were glass doors, leading to the outside. There were guards lining the outside of the building. 

This was where Party, Frank, Jet and Kobra saved me. 

My back hit a wall in shock and I fell down it. "Party, Frank please." I sobbed begging for a wish that could never be granted. As I sat there against the wall in a state, I thought of escaping but was there really any point anymore. I wanted to but I just didn't. 

 I opened my eyes, realising I must have fallen asleep somehow. I looked around realizing I was back in the salon. I felt a rush of deja-vu as I looked down and saw chains wrapped around my wrists. Tighter this time. I was also facing a mirror this time, I looked at my horrible reflection, I was so pale. My hair was a mess and I could see the shine of dried tears on my cheeks. 

I heard footsteps behind me and I sat as still as I could, scared of the consequences of my earlier actions. I saw The Woman in the mirror, I was about to say something but I was struck silent by what I saw on her face. She looked distort and angry at the same time. But also her mouth had been sewn shut with a white piece of thread that was stained red as blood dripped down her throat and neck. I would have screamed but the sight was too horrific. She almost didn't look real, like something out of the movies. Then it clicked, she shouldn't have told me what she did. I wasn't meant to know. I looked into her dead eyes apologetically, it was my fault. She just shook her head at me and disappeared. Why would Korse do that? I knew it was a punishment and that he was crazy, but that just seemed too far. 

She came back with what looked like an old makeup bag and hair straighteners I think. It was so strange to see these things after so many years and especially in this situation. "What's going on?"  I said, voicing my opinion but then feeling immense guilt after I released she couldn't answer. "Sorry." I whispered as she took my hair weakly and started to straighten it. As she did I looked down at my hands, part of my felt pity for Gloria and felt so bad but the other part felt slightly glad as she deserved it. I tried to push the second part away, someone shouldn't feel that, it's too evil. What had happened to me? 

I didn't express anymore need to know what was going on and why I was pampered. I knew that knowing wouldn't make any difference to it happening no matter how bad it was. I dreaded what was to come as she began wiping my face, ready for makeup. 

After around what felt like an hour, my hair and makeup was down. I looked significantly better than I did before, but still why? What was going on? I huffed as The Woman walked away, going to get something from the other side of the room. A rising feeling of doubt and fear started to fill me up as three dracs entered the salon in full riot gear. I looked at them through the mirror but they just stared blankly at nothing. The Woman came back over with a white dress. It had jewels on it, it wasn't the prettiest dress I'd ever seen but it wasn't ugly. The Woman cautiously came over to me and slowly unlocked the chains again, looking from me to the dracs. I didn't jump on her this time, there was no point. I just slowly stood up.

She saw I was calm and hesitantly took my arm, leading me over to the corner of the room where there was a curved curtain that covered the corner of the room. She opened it and gave me the dress. "Thank you." I said to her, knowing the dracs couldn't hear from where they were, especially with their masks on. I didn't really know what I said thank you for, I knew it wasn't for the dress. 

I opened up the curtain, now with the dress on and handed the old white nightgown I had been wearing to The Woman. I walked slowly over to the mirror, nervous of how I was going to look. I looked into the mirror and saw the almost skin tight dress. I knew then that Korse had chosen this. I shivered slightly. It was showing way too much skin for my liking, with the slit in the skirt part showing off basically my whole pale leg. I tried to pull the dress closer together to cover up my leg. I got the fabric balanced so that it would and noted that I'd probably have to do it again and again. 

I abruptly turned around as I saw Korse enter the salon through the mirror. I backed up, flashbacks to that night going off like fireworks in my head again. He clapped his hands together and came over to me, I backed up more, my back just slamming against the cold wall. "You looked gorgeous my darling, practically delicious." The satanist laughed at me. His hand came to my neck, one of his finger tracing a vein as he bit his lip. My spine was pricked with shivers again and again as he opened up the slit in my dress and ran his cold rough hand up my leg, stopping as he held my upper thigh. I closed my eyes, a tear running down my cheek, turning my head to the side in fear. Embarrassment tingled in my body as I realised The Woman and the dracs must have been watching. "Oh darling, don't cry. You don't want to ruin your makeup or you'll look awful on stage." He said into my ear quietly. My eyes opened in shock. 

"W-wh-what?" I stuttered faintly. He laughed at me backing away from me, thankfully taking his hands off me. I tried to cover myself up, feeling exposed, as soon as he wasn't on me. "I'm going to introduce you to the world tonight my darling as the weapon that you really are, my little mutant." He shouted slightly with his hands in the air as he spun round with sick excitement. 

"But you can't, please." I begged, anxiously muttering. He couldn't tell the world what I was, it was too embarrassing. Everyone would know I was a freak then, nobody would ever be my friend let alone talk to me every again. Or at least no the same. He couldn't ruin my life more. But I knew he would because it would amuse his ill mind.

"I can do whatever I want, you are mine. And it's sexy when you squirm." He smirked, a chuckle leaving his mouth. I sobbed covering my mouth as I felt a gag coming on slightly. This man was disgusting. I looked over to The Woman for support or guidance, or just something other than Korse's revolting face. She just looked shocked, she must have never seen Korse act like this around me. She covered her sewed mouth with her hand, looking understanding and why I had been how I had been and ashamed at her naivety. I looked away, looking at the floor in front of me. I felt Korse walk over to me again and I tried to get away but he brought me close to him as he put his arm around my shoulders. "Come on it won't be that bad. I'll tell you what if you have we can have some fun afterwards." He said, trying to be comforting but it just made me squirm and push him away. I ran over (barefoot) to the door, but the dracs stopped me, two of them grabbing my arms, the other just blocking my way. "Please let me go. Please, you don't know what he's going to do." I begged trying to break free of their grasp. I heard that dreaded laugh from behind me. "They won't listen to you, princess. They're brain dead thanks to you." He said through his giggles. I felt guilt creep up my body again, I had done that to them. 

Thankfully interrupting the moment, The Woman coughed awkwardly through her sewed, blood-soaked mouth. "Huh?" Korse said. "You want to leave." He laughed again. "You feeling uncomfortable Woman? I'm her dad I'm allowed to love her." I cringed back glad that I wasn't able to see his face. I heard The Woman's hooped earrings shake as she shook her head. "Good." Korse commanded. "But you may leave anyway, I have some...business...to deal with, with my darling." I heard him snap his fingers and the dracs turned me round and dragged me over to Korse. I looked away from him catching sight of The Woman almost running out the room. I looked at her disappointed but not surprised at her cowardly nature as she walked away not able to face me. 

"Now, can I count on you to keep your big mouth shut on stage, while I make my heart-wrenching speech to the world leaders and my guests?" He asked holding his hand over his non-existent heart. I begged again; "Please, just don't take me up there. Please, listen to me." He groaned and stamped his foot like a toddler. He came over to me and the dracs let go on my arms, before I had a chance to try and get away Korse's hand was around my throat, his nails digging into my neck. "I'll take that a no then my lil' mutant." He smirked then and said playfully; "We'll have to make you shut up then." I looked around panicked and scared of what he meant. He nodded to one of the dracs, his eyes not leaving mine, though. I screamed no at him, silently through my eyes. He grabbed a needle and black thread, along with a white towel, from the drac with his other hand. 

It struck me in that moment what was going on, I thought back to The Woman and screamed for real. "Please no! PLEASE PLEASE!" I shouted and yelled repeatedly, trying to escape his tight grasp. He closed his eyes, a smile on his lips which he brought closer to mine. I shook my head and turned it away moving his lips to my cheek as I squeezed my eyes shut wishing myself away from here. 

Then I felt a cold metal clamp close my lips tightly together. I tried to scream through them but couldn't as I was pushed to the ground by an angry, rejected Korse. He straddled me and put the towel around my neck, not wanting to get my dress bloody. Then he held the needle and thread to the corner of my mouth. I turned my head away and tried to thrust him away but one drac took my head and held it still in the correct position, while the other two took both my arms. My legs were already being weighted down by Korse. My cheeks were being flooded with tears as I begged Korse through my eyes. But it was too late, I felt the needle head tear through just above my lip and then exit through just below my lower lip. I tried to scream but moving my mouth even slightly just made it all the more painful. I felt the blood start to drip down the side of my face. I fwkt the dracs grips on me tighten as they hungered for my blood. Korse tutted at them, saying; "No boys, not yet, later." That just made me dread this night even more, which was barely possible. Then I felt the stab through my lips twice again making me shut my eyes trying to close myself off from the pain. Then I felt the clamp being removed but I couldn't do anything with my mouth now anyway it would be too painful with half of it already sown up. 4 more excruciating pricks of the needle later, the bottom side of my face was absolutely covered in blood and my mouth was completely sewed together. Caring, Korse wiped my face, clearing the blood away. I was freaked out when he brought it close to his face and smelt the metallic stench with what I knew was a huge smile on his face. "That should scab over now, just try not to move your mouth, my darling." He commanded, standing up in sync with his dracs. I sat up slowly, and then crawled weakly over to the nearest mirror. 

I got the strong urge to scream when I saw my reflection, I looked so ugly with the black thread surrounding my lips, which were now stained red with my blood. Tears ran down my face due to the constant pain and hatred of my new appearance. 

Korse came up behind me and tucked my hair behind my ears, "Gorgeous." He said smiling down at me through the mirror. He pulled me up by my shoulders. Then I noticed next to him on the floor was a pair of plain white flats, with a single diamond gem on the end of them both. I put them on as I was instructed to do by Korse. He took my hand roughly, I didn;t stop him there was no point, my life was already over. I let mine limp in his. He dragged me to the door, the dracs following behind us. He led me through the familiar corridors, the tears once again leaving a trail behind us. He then led me through a smaller unusual door. WHne we walked through it I realised we were on a stage, I turned my head away from the huge audience, embarrassed. Quietly Korse said to me; "You turn away from my guests any longer and I'll leave that thread in for another week." I looked back at the crowd thankfully realising  they hadn't noticed our presence on stage yet. I looked up though making sure not to make eye contact with any of Korse's guests. 

We walked to the centre of the stage where there was a microphone. Korse took the microphone as his three dracs took their position behind us, so that if I made an attempt to run they would be able to stop me. Wth my hand still imprisoned  in Korse's and the countless tears still running down my face, I looked down, disappointed with my life again. While my head moved I had accidentally made eye contact with a familiar face. My head shot back up to take a second glance and my free hand went over my mouth in shock, no way he could be here. 


NOTE- Anyone who has read the story before 03/12/16, I have decided to remove the characters Heidi and Brendon from the story as I'm going to be taking a different approach to the ending. So Amber has never attended on of BL/ind's anniversary parties before. Anyone reading after that day pretend you never read that lol. Thanks for reading as always and sorry for any mistakes. 

Martha x

SONG OF THE MOMENT: Devil Side by Foxes


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