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Danger Days; the True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.

Run Away, Like It Was Yesterday

“So what’s today’s plan?” I asked, half asleep. I clutched a mug of coffee to my hand, not sure if I wanted to drink it, because it was a Better Living brand, and I was afraid that there might be some type of poison in it, or worse…a serum that makes you go bald like the big man himself.

“I believe we’re going to Danger Zone 6,” Fun said as he ate from a white can.

“Who’s driving,” I asked, already knowing the answer, but having to hear it to actually get it through my head for the day.

“Party, as usual,” he said, and I groaned, pushing my mug away.

“I guess eating beforehand would be out of the question,” I said, getting up from the booth, and heading towards the room I now shared with Party for a pair of clothes. He was still asleep when I walked in, and I smiled at the sight. I went through my dresser until I found something suitable, and walked into the bathroom, where I bathed thoroughly, dried off, and got dressed. I threw my old clothes in the hamper, and walked to one of the sinks, which held a mirror. I took out my brush, at another attempt to brush it through. Today, I was determined. I’ve literally not gotten a brush through my hair since before the o-zone layer gave out and BL/ind took over. I started at the bottom, taking out a few of the knots.

“SUNSHINE,” Jet popped into the bathroom. I jumped back, then accidentally hit myself in the face with my brush, then dropped it.

“Jesus Christ, Jet. Was that necessary?” I said, picking my brush off of the floor.

“Yeah,” he protested with a large smile on his face, like he always did.

“And what for,” I laughed as I gathered my things, and walking towards the door.

“We’re leaving for Danger Zone 6,” he informed me, and to this I raised an eyebrow.

“What’s so special about this zone? Fun was talking about it earlier,” I said, and walked back to my room, seeing Party absent.

“Oh, Dr. E has a bunch of cameras and shit placed around there, so we’re gonna go and fuck with him,” he said, following me around until we emerged into the dining area of the Diner. Party was leaning on the wall right next to the exit, and once he saw me, he smirked before he threw something shiny at me. I looked down at it to see they were the keys to the Firebird, and I looked back up at him with my eyebrows knitted together.

“Why are you giving me the keys?” I asked, hoping he honestly didn’t think I was going to drive.

“Because you’re going to drive,” he said, and picked up a large blue prop from the ground, and placed it on his head, and it looked like a cat, with some other fine details added to it. He walked out of the door, and I looked at Jet, still confused about the situation.

“I’m sure you’ll be a better driver than Party,” he smiled at me before he walked towards the exit as well. I didn’t really have a choice but to follow him. I was immediately blinded by the sun as I walked over to the drivers’ seat, and hesitated a second before I got in. Fun, Jet, and Kobra were all piled in the back, with Party in the passenger’s seat.

“I’ve never driven in my life,” I said as Party took the keys from me, and placing them in a slot behind the steering wheel. He turned it, and the engine revved to life, only able to startle me because I was the one who was going to be driving the car to where I didn’t know.

“I’ll talk you through it,” he assured me, and he leaned down, picking up my foot. He placed it on a petal towards the right, “You press this to go. The harder you press, the faster you go. In this case, you’re not gonna wanna press it too hard,” he instructed.

“Practice what you preach,” Kobra muttered from the back. Party picked my foot up, ignoring the funny comments coming from the back, and placed it on the petal just to the left.

“You use this to slow down. If you want to stop, gently press down on it until we come to a stop. If you slam your foot down on it, you’ll give us all whiplash, and I’ll be sent flying through the windshield, and I don’t fancy wearing my seatbelt too much,” he sat up straight, which I took as the go. I placed my foot on the gas, meaning to go backwards, but instead almost going through the doors of the diner. My foot immediately found the break, and I instantly pressed down. Everybody jolted forward a bit, but the car hadn’t gone too fast, so there was no serious damage done to us, “I wasn’t done,” Party laughed, and I looked at him apologetically. He pointed to a stick coming up from between us, and there were letters marked ‘P’, ‘R’, ‘N’, ‘D’, a 2, and then a 1.

“Prindel. What does that mean?” I asked, pointing down to the letters. I got a laugh from everybody in the car.

“P stands for Parking. That’s what it’s at now, and you shouldn’t put your foot on the gas when it’s in park. R is Reverse, for when you need to go backwards. Skip to the D, which means drive. That takes you forward. Don’t pay attention to any of the other ones,” he took me through a quick run through of how to use the stick, and eventually, we were backed out from the Diner, and on the road. It had been a lot more easy than I anticipated.

“Hey, look. I was right, she is a better driver than Party,” Jet joked from the back.

“The car-“ Party started, but was interrupted by everybody in the car, including myself.

“Has a mind of its own, we now,” everybody finished for him, and he sighed heavily. He gave me directions to the zone we were going to. I didn’t understand how he could remember where we were going after we left the run-down buildings of the city, because after that, it was just desert after desert, which were so long you couldn’t see mountains in the distance, like I had been so accustomed to. The sun had begun to blind me from being able to see, so I pulled my goggles down from my head, being able to see through them, and not being blinded from the bright sun that we weren’t so protected against. Party turned the radio on, stationing it so a man’s voice came through, cracking jokes about Dr. E.

“Who is this?” I asked, looking to Party quickly, then back at the road so I wouldn’t crash into what wasn’t there.

“Oh, this is Dr. Death Defying. We’ve been looking for him for over a year now, but we just can’t find him. He also plays music that we like, cause we’re the only ones who listen, really,” Party told me, and I nodded.

“Now this one is for the pretty lady with the green hair that’s seemed to captivate the hearts of the Killjoys,” he said, and then playing a song I hadn’t heard before. I looked at Party, who seemed to laugh at this.

“He knows who you guys are?” I asked.

“Yeah, he talks to us through his station regularly,” Kobra piped up, and I nodded. I thought that was pretty cool, to be honest.

“But like I said, we just can’t find him, so we couldn’t reply to him. He also seems to track us, it’s kind of scary really, how much he knows about us. He’s like some sort of evil genius tracker guy with a fucking awesome radio show,” Party clarified, and I nodded my head to say that I understood.

“So what’s this song called? I haven’t heard music since I was a little kid,” I asked, curious. It had a nice rhythm to it, and I found myself tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to it.

“Twist of Cain, Danzig,” Jet said from the back.

“We grew up with music like this. Danzig, who also founded Samhain and the Misfits. Morrissey and the Smiths. Slayer,” Fun went on and I smiled at them telling me about their past.

“I don’t know any of them,” I admitted, feeling a little bit left out.

“We’ve got a CD player and some CD’s back at home. When we get back home, we’ll play some of it for you,” Party promised me, and I smiled at him in a much thankful way.

“So what did you grow up with?” Kobra asked, and I shrugged. I didn’t really grow up with anything, just to know that I was allowed to leave the house seldom, and I had been homeschooled my whole life.

“My mom used to play the Bugs or something like that. I never really listened,” I said, trying to rack my memory from the old-time band that my mother had been in love with.

“The Beatles?” Fun asked, and it was like a light bulb had lit up on the top of my head.

“Yeah,” I said enthusiastically, “That’s them!” I remembered some of the beats from the songs my mom would play over again, but I could never put lyrics to the songs. The guys all started laughing in unison, and I heard Party repeat ‘The Bugs’ as his laugh quieted down.

“Alright, you’re coming up to the zone. Just park up on the edge of the road, so when Dr. E and the Static come running for us, we can also make a run for it,” Party said, placing the large blue Cat helmet back on his head as we all emerged from the small car. Every time, it reminded me of the circus, where all the clowns came from the small little car. I’ve only seen the circus once, but being in the car with the clowns that I live with easily reminded me of that. Before we started walking up the sand, I got on one knee to tuck in the laces to my boots, just in case I might end up running, and then wiped the sweat from my forehead with my yellow v-neck as I got back up on my feet. The five of us grouped up and started walking up the sand, and I noticed many of the cameras around. I had been in the middle of the five, and Party rested his arms around me. I looked to my left to see Kobra with my radio, messing with It in order to hit the station Dr. Death Defying had been on. Once the dark voice had come out from the speakers, he lifted it to his shoulder, which he carried it on.

“I haven’t been able to get that damned thing to work for like three years,” I seethed angrily.

“Well, I don’t think there’s that many radio stations anymore, in that radio’s defense,” Fun piped up from the other side of Party.

“Walking through Zone Six, aye?” Death’s voice said, and I looked up at Party with my eyes wide. He turned to look back at me, the whiskers of the large helmet skimming my face, and causing me to laugh.

“God damn, you weren’t exaggerating,” I laughed, and he shrugged.

“He does it to us all the time,” his voice came out muffled, but I could still understand him, “Nearly shit my pants the first time he did it.” He told me with no shame.

“I actually did pee a little,” Jet admitted sheepishly, causing me to laugh. I noticed a camera moving to follow us, and apparently I hadn’t been the only one.

“He’s coming,” Fun laughed just as we passed a large white sign, the word DANGER at the top in big red letters, then the words ZONE 6 shadowing it in smaller black letters.

“So do we leave then?” I asked, and Party looked down at me, shaking his head, and tickling my face again with his fake whiskers.

“No, we have a picnic,” Jet said, stopping where he was, as did the rest of the group. He pulled out five white cans and spoons from the satchel he had around his shoulder, handing one out to each of us. We sat down, and Party took off his helmet. We took our time eating our shit in a can, and left them on the ground as we started walking back to the car. We could see the shiny black car with the white logo on the side, the one that matched the mark on my forearm. We quickly ran to the car, this time, Party drove.

“I guess it’s the long way this time, guys,” Death announced through the radio, and Party slammed on the gas, sending us flying forward, “I guess I should put on a good getaway tune,” he chimed, and more music replaced his voice.

“Master of Puppets. Metallica,” Party informed me before I was able to ask. I nodded, and Fun, Jet, and Kobra all stood up in the large space in the hood, shooting back at Dr. E, and his posse, some of them following on motorcycles. I sat in my seat, clutching the leather, because I was terrified. I was always terrified either when Party drove, or when Dr. E was around, and now I was experiencing both at the same time. I knew I had a rather bad feeling about today.

As we neared the city, the car Dr. E was in, along with the motorcycles following behind him turned to a different road, but Party kept on driving, until we reached the junkyard. Party looked at me, his eyes serious, “You need to run. Fast. You remember where the entrance is?” he asked, and I nodded quickly. He kissed me on the forehead, and then opened up the door, “I’ll come back and get you. Don’t leave, whatever you do.” He instructed. I nodded before running to the pile of junk that made a room for myself, which also doubled as a hiding place, now. Was this one of the motives Party had when making this place for me? I didn’t care whether it was or not, because nobody would think to look in a pile of junk for me.

<<*Party’s P.O.V*>>

We drove from the junkyard, back to the diner. I felt horrible about once again having to leave Sunshine in the junkyard again, but I’d rather her be there, and safe, rather than having to face Dr. E with us. It was only a matter of time until he figured out who she was. There was also the possibility he knew exactly who she was, but was just playing games with us. There he was, parked in front of the diner, leaning against his car. We parked opposite from him, and got out. A large smirk occupied his face.

“Back again?” I asked, stealthily feeling the inside of my jacket, just in case he and his posse were to pull anything.

“Is there any reason you were in my zone, Poison?” He asked, playing with his own gun like it had been a toy.

“We find fun in messing with you,” I gave him a smile.

“I don’t care about the zone right now, though,” He said, starting to walk towards us.

“Then why are you here exactly?” I asked, keeping my calm. I knew exactly why he was here. He stopped right in front of my, then pointed the gun to my forehead.

“Where’s the girl,” he growled. I had the feeling he knew, and he had. Jet, Fun, and Kobra instantly had their guns pointed at Dr. E, and the Static had theirs pointed at Jet, Fun, and Kobra. I was always used to the Exterminator messing around with his words, but he’s never taken action with a weapon. I swallowed heavily, and a manic smile spread across his lips. He knew he had me.

©Shannon.

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