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Senseless Indulgences	By : Solariel89 Category: My Chemical Romance > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1385 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. I do not profit from this story monetarily or otherwise. I do not know MCR, nor do I own the Danger Days universe. I do however own my OC's, so no stealing them, please.

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A/N: Hey guys. Not much to say about this chapter. I think it turned out better than I was expecting. I do have one tidbit of information you might find interesting.... As you all know, Panicked Joy died in the huge battle last chapter. Well, since I scene jump when I write, I had the last scene in this chapter written in most of its entirety before I even wrote Chapter 9. In the first draft of that scene, I had Serene Madness tell the killjoys that Cyanide Extasy was "up at the counter with Joy." So, naturally, when I went to finish this chapter and tack that scene to the end of it, I had to change that. Luckily for everyone, I managed to find Violet Mercy during the fighting in last chapter. I have a feeling Violet's going to be saving my ass quite a bit, when it comes to figuring out who that one mysterious character that is always present and unnamed in my random scenes. Anyway, I won't keep you waiting any more. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Party Poison sat down with Polyphonic Arrhythmia and began plotting a course for her trip to Battery City. He marked gas stations and other buildings that she could use for hiding places and to replenish her supplies. "Travel by foot. Car is too risky. It'll get you there fast, but you'll be a sitting duck when you get there. Don't walk at night if you don't have to. The cover of darkness is great, but it's great for them too- especially in the zones closest to the city. They're practically crawling with Dracs at night." He marked a few more locations on the map. They made sure they avoided any large towns. Sure, it meant more buildings to hide in and more supplies, but you could also get surrounded without ever knowing. "Check the area surrounding your camp before you build a fire and make sure it's as hidden as possible, just in case. I'm giving you a two-way radio. Update us every day on your progress. It'll help us when we start sending people out to set up for the real infiltration. You're doubling as recon right now." Poly nodded. She'd told them to use her that way. What Party Poison chose to leave out was that had been a secondary decision on their part. Yes, she would be doubling as a reconnaissance team, but the main reason he gave her the radio was to make sure they had a way to know she was safe. "We can contact you through the radio, but I want to save that for emergencies only. Keep your transmissions as brief as possible. If you get bogged down by Dracs, transmit immediately. Keep us informed. The more information we have, the better we can do our jobs." She nodded again. "I'm marking both maps with location numbers. Don't mention them by name over the radio. Use the numbers. I'm giving you a red marker to keep track of where you are. If you alter your route, let us know and tell us why."
"Okay."
"I've packed enough supplies to get you to the first location, plus a little extra if you need it. I've also marked secondary locations where you can resupply if you need to change routes. Only take enough supplies to get you to the next location." She nodded. "When you get to the city, if you can't get a decent signal on the radio, try to patch into their signal. It's risky, but it'll let us know you're there."
"Okay." Party Poison stood and grabbed her pack. He put the map, and a folded slip of paper inside. Polyphonic slung it over her shoulder and picked up the two-way radio and her raygun. She'd painted it midnight blue with bright red lightning stretching back from the barrel. The handle was emerald green. She holstered it and began walking out the door. All six men she'd come to love as a family stared at her as she went. Fun Ghoul decided to take the initiative and ran out after her.
"Poly!" She stopped, turned and stared at him as he caught up with her. "Don't go. This is insane. What could you possibly have to do at BLI that can't wait. In a few weeks, we'll be better prepared, we can infiltrate the city properly. You don't have to go alone."
"Yes, I do." She let her shoulders sag a bit and looked at the ground, sighing heavily. "Look, I know you don't think I can do it, but I have to try. I have to get inside. It simply cannot wait."
"Why?" Fun Ghoul was desperately trying to understand. "What's so important you can't wait for safer infiltration? What's worth dying over?"
She looked up at him, jaw set and eyes unwavering. "I made a promise. I have to keep it." Without another word, she turned back around and walked away.
Fun Ghoul hung his head and turned back to the diner. "She's gone," he sighed at his friends' concerned glances. "She's not changing her mind."
"Why?" Kobra Kid was frantic. In the months since they had found her, he'd grown to think of her as a sister. "She knows it's impossible! Why is she still going?"
"She said she made a promise."
Party Poison cocked his head to the side inquisitively. "What promise? Who did she promise to?"
"She didn't say, but she's determined."
"Well," Jet Star began, "she promised to update us every night via the radio. We'll just have to wait for her to transmit."
"And just sit here?"
"There's not much we can do. If we interfere, she'll never forgive us." Jet Star shrugged. "We'll just wait and see what happens."
***
As night fell, Polyphonic built a small campfire and pulled out the radio, the folded slip of paper Party slipped into her pack sticking to the top. She peeled it off and opened it up.
It was a picture Poly had drawn one night before sleeping. She had been restless all evening and realized she wouldn't be able to sleep until she drew it. It was of the killjoys, standing in a group, smiling, but they had a small boy with them. She smiled as she thought how sneaky that redhead had to have been to sneak into her private stash of pictures to find it. He must've realized the boy was important to her, but did he realize why he was so important? It didn't matter. The fact that he put the picture in her pack meant he knew it'd bring her comfort and that was enough for her.
She folded the picture back up and slipped it back into her pack, grabbing the radio when she finished. She exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding and put the mic to her lips.
"Hello."
***
Kobra Kid jumped out the door of the broadcast room and charged into the main room of the diner. "Guys! She's transmitting!"
***
"I just made camp. I'm on the outskirts of Zone 5. I haven't seen anyone since I left. The way ahead looks pretty clear. I checked the area before I built my fire and I blocked it as well as I could from whatever wandering eyes might be lurking in the dark. I'm safe. You don't need to worry." A sigh could be heard over the radio. It was as if she was expelling all the things she didn't want to say. "I'm going to push off again at dawn and travel until dusk. I'll update you again tomorrow."
***
Every night for three weeks, Polyphonic Arrhythmia kept the killjoys updated through the radio. She let them know where she was, what was going on, how many Dracs she'd seen, how many she'd killed. She kept her messages as brief as she could, while keeping her friends as well informed as was possible. She marked off locations on her map and placed an "X" on each point where she crossed paths with a Drac.
The killjoys eagerly awaited her transmissions, even the ones out wandering the zones who happened upon her signal. She had become a beacon of hope. She was their light in the dark. Her information wasn't much use to anyone but the men at the diner, but the fact that she was alive and transmitting everyday meant that someone was trying. Someone was fighting for them. They had hope.
She was somewhere in Zone 3 when it happened.
***
"Hello?" Kobra Kid heard from the two-way. "Jet? Party? Anyone?"
He ran out to the Trans where the rest of the killjoys were making plans using Poly's information. "Guys! She's transmitting! It sounds like trouble!"
They all rushed inside and crowded around the small radio. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm trapped. Well, not yet, but I'm going to be." She sighed heavily. "I don't know if you're getting this. I hope you are." The signal cracked and whined. "-dust in the distance. I think they're coming. I don't know how they found me, or if they even have. It looks like," a rustling could be heard as she grabbed her binoculars, "six vehicles, at least. They're off-road. I can't tell how far away they are, but it doesn't look like I've got long." Throughout the zones killjoys sat rooted in place as they listened in horror. The radio cracked with interference. "-don't know if I can hold out against so many." Engines roared in the distance as Poly looked out the window in the front of the shed. "If you don't hear from me after this," her voice shook with fear, "don't come after me."
The radio crackled as another voice was heard. "Hold out as long as you can. We're coming." Party Poison and the others stared at Fun Ghoul as he put the mic down and started preparing, not for battle, but for war. "With your help or not I'm going." They all jumped up and got ready, Kobra Kid grabbing the radio.
***
Polyphonic ran out of the shed, looking for cover. She wanted to be protected, but the shed was a death-trap more than it was protection. The space was too confined with only the window and the door to shoot out of and no other way to escape. If she got crowded, she was as good as dead.
She found another building nearby and ran for it, carrying her pack and her radio. She quickly found that it was actually two buildings- a house and a tool shed- with an alley between them. She blocked the front of the alley with a dead washing machine and dryer. A space remained between the two wide enough for her to peek out and fire her weapon. She left the back of the alley open as a means of escape if she got overwhelmed, but kept a broken piece of mirror within easy reach to check that she wasn't being surrounded.
She looked around the back of the house for a secondary hiding place. She found a dead car that afforded a view of both sides of the house and the alley. She put her pack and the radio near one of the tires for if she made it out, then returned to the alley.
She crouched low to the ground, peaking from between the dead appliances, with the sun casting shadows over her. Her jean jacket blended well with the rest of the alley. In the sun, with their masks on, the Dracs would find it difficult to spot her, even if they followed her shots. She was ready. She ducked down and waited.
Within minutes, six vehicles stopped at the shed. Two Dracs got out of the first and checked the inside. When they gave the okay, the doors of the remaining cars opened and no less than twelve stepped out and moved toward the house. When they came in sight of Polyphonic, she fired, killing the first two Dracs. She surmised from the smoke in the distance that reinforcements were already on their way. She had no idea what their plan was, or why they felt they needed so many, but it didn't matter. She needed to focus on the fight.
Shots whizzed above her head, blowing her hair back as they passed. She kept firing, her aim true. She hit more often than she missed and killed more often than she wounded. One of the Dracs landed a lucky shot on her shoulder, but she didn't notice. She was too protected for any of their shots to do any tremendous damage.
She took down half the first wave by the time the second arrived. The crossfire was thick and dust rose and swirled between the two sides. The Dracs spread out in front of the alley and moved forward. She suspected they were trying to circle around back as well, so she stood and backed her way to the car.
When she got to the end of the alley, she glanced to ensure that no Dracs were there. Seeing none, she dove behind the car and waited. All fire had ceased, momentarily, as the Dracs worked their way around back. She saw four creep around the side of the shed first. Three more came from the alley she had just vacated. Two more peaked out from the back door of the house- using the door frame as cover- as another three appeared from the side of the house.
She fired at the Dracs from under the car hitting them in the knees and feet before shooting them in the chest and face when they fell. Some of them ducked down to get a better shot at her, firing under the car as accurately as they could. The shots struck the ground in front of her face, never making contact with her, but kicking the molten dirt and sand up into her eyes. All she could do was keep firing, even after her sight was gone. She could hear the positions of the Dracs, but, unable to see, most of her shots missed their intended targets.
***
Party Poison stared at the map in front of him as Fun Ghoul drove, burying the needle. He and Poly had plotted her course. He knew roughly where she'd be. Fun Ghoul headed straight for it. Party Poison figured they'd get there in record time, partly because Fun Ghoul's driving, but also because Polyphonic's route was planned with the idea of having a way station nearby at the end of the day. The distance between them and her was cut by a third when drawn in a straight line, even further when you factored in Ghoul's speed.
As they drove, the Trans Am protested, but maintained the speed Fun Ghoul dictated. Lost Star rode in the back, while Violet Mercy drove the van behind them. By the time they arrived, Polyphonic was already trapped behind the car.
***
Poly heard vehicles coming from behind her. She kept firing hoping they weren't more reinforcements. The cars stopped several feet away, but close enough to elicit a shiver down her spine. The doors opened and Poly could hear footsteps rushing in her direction. "Oh shit. I'm done for," she thought.
She jumped when a hand touched her back. "Poly, it's okay. It's me, Lost. We're going to get you out of this mess."
She heard nothing but chaos as Lost Star dragged her up and behind the ones fighting for her. She felt herself being lifted into a van and several people climbing in behind her. She couldn't close her eyes, couldn't blink; there was so much dirt and sand in the way. While they drove, the people in the van struggled to clean it all out of her eyes but it seemed fruitless. There was just so much there.
"Lost?" Polyphonic called, unable to see who she was looking at.
To her right she heard his voice, "I'm here." She reached out with an outstretched hand and he grabbed it. "What's wrong?"
"I just need to know you're there." She squeezed his hand and her eyes stared widely at nothing.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." She might have been asleep, but with her eyes caked in dirt, he couldn't tell.
The van sped toward the diner. When they finally stopped, she was transferred from the van to the inside. Dr. Death Defying ushered them inside and Polyphonic was laid out on a table. The effort to clean out her eyes continued while others joined the effort by patching up her shoulder.
"Her eyes are scratched all to hell," she heard someone say. "There's no way to fix this. I'm afraid she's lost her sight for good."
After a few more minutes, she felt all hands leave her face and a damp cloth being pressed over her eyes. "Alright, you can sit up now." Lost said as he gently lifted her into a sitting position. "How do you feel?"
"Other than the obvious, pretty damn good." Poly removed the cloth and blinked a few times to grow accustomed to the changes.
"I suggest you keep your eyes covered for a while." It was the same man who had spoken earlier. "They need time to recover before you expose them to so much light." He gently placed the cloth back over her eyes. "I'm going to get some bandages."
She heard Lost sigh. "Okay, so what do we do now?"
"Well, she can't come with us," Party Poison's voice solemnly replied.
"Why not?! I can still shoot!"
"Once your sight was gone you didn't hit anything."
"I can adjust!"
"No you can't," Dr. Death Defying replied. "You're worthless without your sight."
"Plenty of people have learned to get along just fine without the ability to see," she defended. "The other four senses make up for the loss."
"That was before," Fun Ghoul cut in. "People weren't regularly getting into firefights then. Fighting for survival wasn't an everyday thing. I'm sorry, but you just can't do it."
Polyphonic scowled at them all. "You're wrong," she growled. "And I'm gonna prove you wrong." She hopped off the table and pushed through the crowd of killjoys ignoring the cloth as it fell to the ground at her feet. She banged her hip on a table and felt her way around it. "I'm gonna prove you wrong," she repeated, feeling her way to the wall, "then I'm gonna storm Battery City." She felt her way past the windows and to the doorway. She stuck her hand outside to feel the sun on her arm before walking out. She walked straight out and didn't look back.
Dr. Death looked at Party Poison. "Make sure she doesn't hurt herself." With that, he turned sharply and walked into the broadcast room, slamming the door behind him.
Party Poison sighed and rushed out the front door after her. Damn those two for their stubbornness. It would end up getting one or both of them killed one day. Sure, you had to be stubborn to be a killjoy, but those two took it to extremes.
He caught up to her the third time she tripped and fell. Her hands were scraped and he was surprised to see tears streaming down her cheeks. She was mumbling, cursing Dr. Death for his ignorance, and unleashing her anger by slamming her fists into the ground until she finally decided to stand. Party Poison tried to help her but she pushed him away so hard he almost fell.
The force actually knocked her back into the Trans Am. She slid down the side and sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, crying. She buried her face in her knees and Party Poison knelt beside her, draping his arm around her shoulders.
They sat there for several long minutes as she cried. Party Poison remained silent as Poly let everything out. Every bit of her anger, fear, and pain was released as she wept. Party Poison tightened his grip on her shoulders and rubbed her arm as she leaned into his touch.
The rest of the killjoys made themselves scarce. Only Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star ventured outside to check on the pair after fifteen minutes. Party Poison helped Polyphonic to stand and they surrounded her as they walked into the diner. Party laid her down in the booth by the door and urged her to sleep.
***
Fun Ghoul let Poly through the tunnel to the store. For the last week, he'd been trying to coax her out of the diner. She'd sunk into a deep depression, not speaking a word to anyone since she'd gone blind. "Careful." He gently pushed her through the door, following closely behind her, Warped Revenge cautiously grabbing her hand to pull her through.
"Welcome back," he smiled. "Cy's been awful worried."
"Hi, Warped," Poly croaked. She didn't want to see anyone, but Ghoul had insisted.
Kobra Kid shook hands with Warped. "We just need to get a few supplies."
"Well, Mad's in the back if you want to see her."
"No." Poly shook her head. She turned to where she thought Party would be standing. "Can we just get everything and go?"
Party turned her head a few inches so she was actually looking at him. Poly blushed in embarrassment. "No. They need to see you."
Poly sighed as they led her to the back of the store. Ghoul's voice rumbled through her. "Guys, why don't you get the supplies and I'll stay with Poly."
"Alright, man." Jet patted them on the back. "Just holler if you need us."
As the three left, Ghoul and Poly perused the clothing section. Neither really cared to look through them, just needed something to pass the time. It was several minutes before Fun Ghoul broke the silence. "So, why don't you want to see anyone?" Poly attempted to give him the silent treatment. She soon found this to be a bad idea when Ghoul forcefully spun her to look him in the eye. "Why?"
"I just don't want to see anyone, okay?!" she growled. She could feel his stare like a laser boring into her skull. When she spoke again, it was in a hushed whisper. "I just don't want them to see…"
Fun Ghoul gave her a puzzled look. "See what?"
"That I'm a failure." Tears brimmed her eyes, rolling down her cheeks- one by one- each time she blinked.
Ghoul's heart clenched at the look she gave him. He gripped her into a tight hug and cooed, "Don't cry. You're not a failure." Poly tried to pull back to protest, but he held her fast. "Last week was both impulsive and necessary. Going out on your own was foolish, yes, but, without you, we wouldn't have the wealth of information you transmitted."
"And what good is that information going to do you?" she asked between silent sobs.
"We know where some of their outposts are- outposts we didn't know about before. We also know their response time in a combat situation. It's gotten quicker and we wouldn't have known that without you."
Poly buried her face in Ghoul's shirt, gripping his shoulders. "Yeah, but I lost my sight. I'm useless now."
Ghoul shook his head. "This is not the Poly that told Dr. D that she'd prove him wrong. Where is that Poly now? That's the Poly I know and love."
"She took a vacation." Both killjoys chuckled and separated. Poly nodded that she was alright and the two resumed their inane search.
"Hey, Ghoul, could you give me a hand?" Kobra's voice resounded through the store. When Ghoul looked, the three friends were buried under a mountain of supplies. "We need to help Mad sort these so she can put them away."
"Wait here one second," Fun Ghoul whispered, gently squeezing Poly's shoulders. "I'll be right back."
Poly nodded. She still wore her mask, despite the irritation it caused around her eyes. She felt better knowing that it hid the scar tissue, even though she couldn't see. She knew BL/Ind already had her face and mask on file, but she felt safer with her scar tissue hidden. She felt less recognizable- less hunted.
She felt through the clothes on the rack in front of her. Her back was to a wall, but she wasn't sure where in the store that put her. She felt shirts, mostly cotton, but some felt lacey. She'd looked through this rack when Cyanide helped her pick her clothes. It seemed like an age ago, but it really had only been a few months.
She continued to try and figure out where she was in the store. With her sight gone, she'd have to pay more attention to her surroundings. She needed to start relying on her other senses- particularly hearing and touch. It felt so alien to have her eyes open and still not see. She caught herself slapping her face in the mornings trying to make sure she was actually awake. It still felt more like a nightmare.
Poly was wrapped so deep in thought, she didn't hear the footsteps behind her. A right hand clasped over her mouth while a powerful left arm pinned her to a tall male body. She was dragged back and to the right, further into the back of the store. Poly was too scared to make a sound. All she could hear were the sounds of their footsteps and the man's pounding heartbeat.
When the man had her out of sight from the rest of the store, he slammed her back against a wall. Poly stood frozen in place as his hungry kisses traveled down her neck. When her instincts kicked in she began to fight him off, but he was strong.
"Shh…" His mouth was next to her ear as he whispered, "Don't fight. It's better this way."
Poly's eyes widened. That voice. That accent. She was being attacked by Radiant Psychosis!
As Poly fought harder, so did Rad. Fun Ghoul heard them first. He was heading back to where he'd left her when Rad's grunts and Poly's whimpers escaped the storage room door. He threw open the door and a look of murder flashed in his eyes.
Poly's jean jacket was lying on the floor. Her throat was bruised where Rad's hand held her still and her shirt was torn at the seams, exposing the black lace bra underneath. Tears streamed down her face from beneath her mask.
Fun Ghoul snapped into a rage. He ripped Radiant Psychosis away from Poly and threw him against the opposite wall. Poly heard his head hit the wall before he thudded to the floor.
Party, Kobra, and Jet ran to the storage room and found Ghoul pinning Rad to the ground. His left hand was at Rad's throat as he pummeled him with his right. Hit after hit, Fun Ghoul's anger boiled over. How dare he hurt Poly?! She was the last person that deserved to be treated that way! She was blind for god's sake! He'd warned him. Now it was time to pay. He'd make sure Rad would never hurt another girl again.
Party ran over to Poly's side to see if she was physically hurt. He picked her jacket off the ground and wrapped it around her, whispering, "It's Party. You're safe now."
But Poly wasn't paying attention to Party. She was staring wide-eyed in the direction of the fight. She couldn't see, but she could hear the cartilage in Rad's nose break, his cheek bones crack, and his head jerk to the side.
Poly heard a rustle of clothing as Ghoul pulled out his raygun. She could feel the rage crackle in the air. She began fighting against Party's grip. She knew what was coming and she had to stop it. She could hear the barrel being pressed against Rad's head. A shiver of fear ran down Poly's spine when Ghoul screamed, "I told you I'd kill you, you fucking son of a bitch!"
Party struggled to hold her back, but Poly broke free. She threw herself at Ghoul and wrapped her arms around him. Fun Ghoul stopped hitting Rad. He couldn't move enough to do anything but stare at the crying killjoy. She had pinned his left arm with her body and her arms prevented his right arm from moving forward. She squeezed him tightly, her eyes clamped shut. "Stop. Please."
Fun Ghoul looked at Poly in surprise. Tears still streamed down her cheeks. "Poly," he breathed.
"Don't kill him," she whispered. "Don't hurt him anymore."
"But Poly, he hurt you. He was trying to rape you."
"Please," Poly begged, squeezing Fun Ghoul tighter. "You're not a killer. Don't turn into one today."
Party pulled the crying girl off Fun Ghoul. He hugged her close to him and let her cry while his friend stood. The younger killjoy's eyes no longer held any rage. Instead they were tired, blankly surveying the damage he'd inflicted. His hands were covered in blood and cuts. His victim was lying beaten and wheezing on the floor. Kobra Kid, who had disappeared shortly after discovering the scene, returned with Serene Madness in tow.
"What the fuck happened?!" Mad's voice broke the heavy silence. She took in the scene before her and immediately took charge of the situation. Her voice was calm and soothing as she spoke. "Jet, Kobra, you guys take the others to get cleaned up. There should be some spare soap and shampoo in the shed at the bath house. I just put some new towels in there too, so it should be comfortable." Suddenly she glared at the beaten killjoy. "I'll take care of Rad," she growled. "He'll get fixed up, but I'll have a fitting punishment for him afterward. Don't worry." She took one last look at Poly and whispered, "And grab another shirt for her on your way out."
Party Poison led Poly by the shoulders, making sure her jacket remained in place and shielding her from the eyes of the other killjoys. Kobra Kid made sure Fun Ghoul didn't turn around and go after Rad one more time, though he had no reason to worry. Ghoul looked almost catatonic. As Jet passed Serene, he laid his hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Thanks, Mad. You're a good friend."
Mad shook her head, a small smile gripping the corners of her mouth. "You guys aren't my friends. You're family. I take care of my family." Jet nodded as he continued walking away. "Oh, and take Cy with you. Poly's going to need someone to help her get cleaned up and I don't think she's gonna want you guys seeing her naked."
"Is she here?"
"Yeah. She's up at the front counter with Mercy." Jet nodded his thanks again as he left. Serene Madness grabbed the collar of the beaten killjoy before her and dragged him out of the store room. "You're lucky," she growled. "Poly just saved your life. I wouldn't have been so forgiving."
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