The night was swealtering. Even though the sands of the desert were cloaked in darkness, they scortched anyone who was unlucky enough to touch them. Desert owls called in the distance, creating a music of sorts. A music that stirred something in the hearts of the two killjoys who were camped on the ground. The only Killjoys now. Now that BLI had sent their exterminator after Jet Star and the Kobra Kid.

Party Poison stared up at the stars. He reflected on his life and how it had gone. He knew his parents would be proud of him. They never would have wanted him to give up. But he wondered what his life would be like if he had. What if he had filed into the BLI headquarters with everyone else for his "programming?" He would probably have a peaceful life. A house, a job, a family.

He thought about his non existent wife and kids who could have been. Something stirred in his chest at that thought. It was one thing he would never want. The Better Living mind frame didn't let you choose who to love. You were programmed for another person who was chosen at random. He knew that he couldn't live like that. No choices, just impulses that were planted in your brain.

Party looked over at the sleeping form beside him. Fun Ghoul. The one person who always stayed by his side. His best friend from before the apocalypse, his faithful partner in crime. Life with Fun Ghoul was usually reflective of his name: fun. Of course, that wasn't his real name. None of them used their real names anymore. It was too dangerous. Although, he supposed he could begin to call Mikey and Ray their real names now.

The thought of his brother sent a stab of pain through him. Mikey was gone, and he never said goodbye. He never properly expressed his love for his sibling. It just reminded him that with how the world was, nobody was safe. There was no guaranteed tomorrow for anybody.

He looked again at Fun Ghoul and he realized something. The feelings he had buried since high school resurfaced, and he knew what he had to do. He had to express them. Before it was too late.

"Ghoul?" He called across the space, "You awake?"

Fun ghoul rolled over, "Yeah. Can't sleep."

"Let's go for a walk."

"Okay."

They trudged across the desert in silence, ears alert. The desert was a dangerous place to be. So much open space. They found a sheltered cliff and sat against it. Party poison looked at Fun Ghoul, catching his eyes.

"Ghoul...I need to talk to you," he said.

"Sure," Ghoul replied.

"Before I say anything, I want to take you back."

"Back? Back to where?"

"Back to before. Back to a time when I had black hair and you had a mohawk. Back when we weren't running for our lives every god damned day. Back when my brother was still alive. Back when there were no Killjoys. No party Poison or Fun Ghoul. Back when I was...When I was just Gerard, and you were just Frank," The last part was a whisper. It had been so long since either of their names were spoken aloud.

Ghoul gasped, "Party, you can't use our names! We made a pact!"

"Fuck the pact! Mikey and Ray are dead, and I don't want to have a fucking code name anymore."

"But...The draculoids..."

"Frank...I need you to think back to the day we first met. Forget BLI, forget the killjoys, forget running, just imagine that day."

"O-ok," Fun Ghoul let his eyes flutter closed.

"Pretend I just saved you from those assholes who were beating the snot out of you. Can you do that?"

Ghoul winced and nodded, "Yeah."

"Now, Imagine that I didn't just help you up, introduce myself, and give a short 'see you later'. Imagine I helped you up, looked into your eyes and said 'how could they do this to such a pretty face'. Because that's what I really wanted to say."

"Gee..." Ghoul began to open his eyes.

"No, keep your eyes closed," the other man obeyed, "Imagine that right after I said that, I did this."

Ignoring his nerves and inner warning, Party Poison smashed his lips to Fun Ghoul's. It really was something that he had wanted to do since he met the smaller man. Somehow, it was amazing just the way it was, with the desert sand blowing around them. Ghoul's lips were soft despite their chapped state.

After a moment's hesitation, Fun Ghoul kissed back. His fingers snaked into the other man's red hair. Party Poison moaned, causing Fun ghoul to echo the sound. Poison found himself lying on the ground with Fun Ghoul on top of him. The moment was perfect, more than Poison could have ever hoped for. Unfortunately, it couldn't last.

"Frank Iero and Gerard Way, I have been ordered to bring you in for emergency, mandatory programming."

Party poison looked up at the pale face with a whispery, hurting voice. It was a draculoid. He must have found them and listened to their conversation. He immediatel reached for his bright red ray gun...Only to find that it wasn't there. He had left it at the camp. He looked at Fun Ghoul, discovering that he was in a similar situation.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath, then he addressed the draculoid, "Over my dead body."

In one swift move he shoved Fun Ghoul off of him and jumped at the BLI officer. He wasn't quick enough, though. His moves had been anticipated, and the draculoid had pulled out his own ray gun. A single blast of energy shot form the weapon, straight through Party Poison's heart. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. Blood poured from his wound at an alarming rate. It wasn't long before his eyes had dulled, his life gone.

"Gerard, no!" Fun Ghoul yelled, then he too turned to the draculoid, "You bastard!"

"Your friend was a problem. Come with me and I will spare you," the humanoid monster wheezed.

"Yeah...yeah, I'll come," Ghoul said, but he was forming a plan. He stood and acted as if he was going to follow.

"No. I am under orders to detain you. Please hold out your hands, it is for your own good."

That wasn't part of the plan. Ghoul had to take action and get revenge. He reached into his vest and pulled out a small knife, charging at the draculoid. The blade stabbed into its stomache and Ghoul thought he had won. That is, Until he heard the click of the ray gun by his head. A beam of enery shot through his head and he knew no more.

The draculoid laid Party Poison next to Fun Ghoul and pulled out a small voice recorder, "Gerard Way, alias Party Poison, terminated 5:34 am. Frank Iero, alias Fun Ghoul, terminated 5:38 am."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Notes

Wow that was tough to write. I wanted to do a story with killjoys and I wanted it to have a sadness to it, so there you go! Comment/ review or whatever please!