Us vs. Them

Ray and I sat on the roof, watching the sun set behind the mountains. He pulled me into his lap this time, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other behind my neck, running his fingers through my hair.

"I wish you didn't dye your hair back to black, kid. I was kinda digging the pink and blonde."
I shrugged. "Times are changing, so why can't I?"
He laughed. "You talk like you're prepared to go to war."
I turned over to look at him. "Well.. Aren't we?"

He got quiet, looking back to the horizon. He sighed, pulling me closer.

"I don't even know anymore." he whispered.

We laid there for another hour until the sky got darker and finally moved back to the house. Mikey and Gerard were talking in hushed tones and Frank was charging up their guns. He looked up at Ray, nodding curtly. Ray nodded back, dropping my hand and running down into the basement.

"What's going on?" I asked quietly, looking around me.
"We gotta go, kid." Gerard grabbed a bag and slung it around his shoulders. "Dracs in Zone 4."
"What are you--?"
"Look-- We don't have time for this shit. Stay here and don't fucking move." They started out towards the garage, loading up Eight Legs.

"You seriously expect me to stay here away from the action?" I laughed.
"That's sort of the point of me telling you that, yes." Gerard rolled his eyes. He reached behind me for another bag but I sat right down on it. "Get off.." he groaned.
"Take me with you."
"Taylor.."
"Gerard.."
He scoffed, yanking the bag from under my ass. "Stay here and don't fucking move."

Frank came out of the house with the keys. He looked at me with pity and kissed my cheek. "Please stay here.." he whispered. "Please?"
"Frank, lets go!" Gerard roared.

The boys got in the car and pealed out of the garage, kicking up dust and gravel, blasting some Misfits. I yelled some profanity after them, kicking at the dirt. I groaned in frustration, punching the garage door. A pair of keys fell from a hook and landed next to me.
Mikey.

I grinned, looking at his bike that he "accidentally" left untarped. I ran inside and grabbed my .44 and shotgun, slipping them over my back. I pulled on my night shades and mounted the bike, kicking it to life, speeding after them.

It took me about 10 minutes before I got up with them, of course. I pulled up beside the car on the passenger's side where Mikey was sitting.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he roared, poking his head out of the window.
"Helping." I laughed, pulling my .44 out of my jacket and cocking it. "We've got company." I nodded back towards the rear end where a van of Dracs were trailing us.
"Shit--FRANK! Get us some ground coverage."
Frank nodded, pulling himself up out of the sunroof, loading up some fire.

I swerved around the front end of the car, making my way to the back. I unloaded a round on the van's tires, watching them as the blew. I smiled back at Gerard, who looked very pissed off at the time.

"What, pissed you didn't do that yourself?" I asked sweetly, shoving another round inside. I revved up towards the van to take care of the Dracs that had crawled out of the van, unloading a couple rounds in each. I kept my bandanna on my face until I noticed a familiar shade of blonde underneath a mask--

Cori.

Notes

Yes, my sweets, it's been a long time. I know, I know, kill me.