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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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"Poly?" Fun Ghoul gently shook her shoulder. "Poly?" Her eyes were clenched shut, her face contorted in pain. When she didn't respond to his calls, Fun Ghoul grew worried. He rushed out and called Party Poison, Jet Star, and Dr. Death Defying. Kobra Kid was busy with the doc, making sure Cyanide Extasy remained stable.

When the four killjoys entered the room, Poly tossed and turned, whimpering as if she were in tremendous pain. Party touched her shoulder. "Poly?" She had rolled over onto her left side, her arm pinned beneath her. She didn't respond to Party. "Poly, wake up."

"Zach…"

"Who's Zach?" Fun Ghoul looked to Jet Star. "Has she mentioned a Zach to you?"

Jet shook his head. "No. She hasn't told me about anyone specific, just generic people."

Party shook Poly's shoulder again, "Poly, c'mon. You've gotta get up." Poly whimpered and squeezed the pillow, her eyes clenched tighter. Tears streamed down her face and were swallowed up by the fabric. Her whole body was tense. "Poly!" Party shook her violently, but still she didn't wake. "Chris!" He finally screamed.

Poly's eyes shot open and she sat up quickly, her heart racing and breathing heavily. She looked frightened as her eyes flicked to the faces of the killjoys in front of her. Party reached out to touch her and she scooted away, plastering herself to the wall.

Party stretched his hand out, palm up. "Poly, it's me. Party Poison." She pushed herself further into the wall. "It's okay."

Suddenly, Poly burst into tears and collapsed in a heap on the bed. Party Poison rubbed her back in soothing circles as he sat next to her. She looked up into Party's eyes and launched herself into his arms. As Party held her, he gestured to the others that they should leave. Fun Ghoul pointed to the dresser and Party nodded at the pills and water. As he left, he closed the door, leaving Party and Poly alone in the room.

Party held the girl until the tears ceased flowing. He pushed her back, gently brushing her hair from her face. "Are you okay?" Poly nodded, but she still looked shaken. "What happened?"

"It was just a nightmare," Poly's voice cracked.

"I figured that. You don't have a reaction like that from just a simple nightmare, though." Party looked at Poly as an older brother would. It was a look Poly had seen many times from her own brothers. It was a look that told her if she didn't talk, he'd never leave her alone. She'd made the mistake of denying that look once and it didn't end well. "What happened?"

Poly sighed. "It was…" She sighed again. She was shaking. "You all turned against me. Korse turned you guys against me." Fresh tears streamed down Poly's face, but they weren't violent sobs like before.

"Korse?" Party's face was stony, but his eyes betrayed his surprise. "Korse was there? Why?"

"I don't know!" Poly looked at Party angrily. "You gonna interrogate me about the whole damn dream?"

"I just asked, Poly. That's all."

"I don't know," she said, more calmly. "I don't know why he was there. It scared the shit out of me." A shooting pain ran up Poly's left arm. She flinched and stiffened, grabbing her arm at the elbow.

"Here." Party handed her the two aspirin and the bottle of water.

Poly took the pills with a small sip of water. The water was warm, but it felt soothing going down her throat. She took a second drink to chase the pills down. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Party Poison had so many questions he wanted to ask, he didn't know where to begin.

Poly waited for Party to speak. The longer they sat there, the heavier the silence felt. Poly kept stealing glances at Party and Party kept looking around his room for some mystical answer. When the silence became too much for her, Poly cleared her throat. "Look, I know you've got questions." Party looked at her in surprise. "Ask. I'll answer if I can."

"Alright." Party asked the first question that came to his mind. "Who's Zach?"

Poly's whole body jerked as she turned her shocked eyes toward Party. "What?" She backed as far away from Party as she could. She whispered, "How do you know that name?"

"You said his name in your sleep." Poly's eyes widened. "So, who is he?"

Poly looked at her hands. "He's a boy I knew in the city." She swallowed hard. "We grew up together. He's one of the people I had to leave behind."

"And you regret it?"

"Of course I regret it!" Poly yelled. "I'm older and strong than he is and I ran and left him there! I'm safe out here, while he's stuck in that god forsaken death trap they call a city! I could've gotten him out! I could've freed him!" Tears threatened to spill and Poly stared at her hands to keep them away. "But I didn't. I just left."

Party was silent for a time. He processed everything Poly had just told him. Did he believe everything she said? Well, it seemed honest enough, but there seemed to be something missing. Polyphonic kept too many secrets. It made Party uncomfortable.

Before Party could dig any further, Poly asked, "How's Cyanide?"

"She's fine. The doc gave her medicine to get her to sleep."

Poly nodded. "She needs her rest."

"Yes. She does."

"Can I see her?" She looked Party in the eyes pleadingly. "I just want to sit with her for a while."

"Alright," Party sighed. "I'll tell the doc to give you a few minutes with her." He left the room only to return a moment later. "You can go see her. She's a few doors down and to the right."

"That little store room?"

Party nodded. "We're going to move her, but not until she gets better."

"Okay," Poly nodded. She stood and slid past Party down the hall. When she reached the storeroom, she stood in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at Cy. She hesitated to step inside. It wasn't fear or surprise, but some weird feeling between them that Poly didn't understand.

Poly inched her way into the store room and sat on the step stool beside Cy. For a moment, she simply watched her blue haired friend as she slept. Her chest rose and fell in a peaceful sleep. Through the holes in her top, Poly could see the bandages. There was no blood, but she could tell where they'd applied the growth agent.

"It's sad isn't it?" she asked her sleeping friend. "The very same people we want to take down are the ones that just saved your life." She chuckled, "If God exists, he has a cruel sense of humor." Cy's steady breathing and the soft beeping of the heart rate monitor filled the silence. Poly allowed it to consume her as she sat, slouching against the shelves behind her. She rubbed her hands against each other nervously. Swallowing several times, she finally spoke. "I'm sorry, Cy. I never should've left the radio. I brought this down on us. It's my fault you got hurt. And when we first saw the Dracs coming, I froze." She put her head in her hands and rested her elbows on her knees. "I guess I'm just not cut out to be a killjoy." She glanced at Cy, her eyes betraying every weakness she felt. "Please get better Cy. I can't go through this alone."

A knock sounded on the door. "Perfect timing," Poly muttered as she stood to answer. Covering her sadness, she opened the door to reveal Kobra Kid standing there, shuffling his feet as he waited. "Hey, Kobra," she smiled. "What's up?"

"Dr. D wants to see you. Jet's waiting for you outside. He's going to drive you to the diner."

Poly looked at him curiously. "Don't you guys need the Trans Am?"

"He's gonna take Neon Nights." Kobra chuckled as he looked behind Poly to the sleeping killjoy. "Cy's not going to be too happy when she finds out."

Poly smiled at the thought of what Cyanide would do when she heard about Jet driving her car. "No, she won't. She'll probably skin us all alive."

Kobra Kid smiled and nodded his head. An awkward silence fell on the two killjoys until Kobra cleared his throat. "You'd better get going. Dr. Death's not exactly known for his patience."

"Yeah." Poly brushed past him and headed back to Party Poison's room. She grabbed her mask and bandana and headed out to the surface. Jet Star waited there, leaning on the back of Neon Nights. Before Poly could reach him, Jet pointed his thumb in the direction of the front seat, then immediately turned and sat in the driver's seat. Poly's brow furrowed in confusion. What's got Jet so angry? He's usually not that silent.

Poly sat in the passenger's seat and stared at Jet as he drove. Something was clearly bothering him. He seemed lost in thought, completely oblivious to her stares. The twenty minute drive felt like three hours to Poly. She couldn't understand why Jet was so silent. Usually, they'd talk about their likes and dislikes and the world around them. Such a heavy silence never hovered over them.

Jet Star parked Neon Nights in front of the diner. He was silent as the grave as he left the car and walked inside, not even waiting for Poly to follow. He marched straight into the broadcast room and shut and locked the door. "How did they know?" he demanded.

Dr. Death Defying turned around. "Excuse me?"

"How did they know about the hospital?" Jet Star stood rigid. "What were they doing there?"

"I don't know. I'm not in bed with fucking Dracs. How the fuck do you expect me to know?" The older man sighed. "Let me press some of my contacts closer to the city. I'll see what I can find out." Jet Star turned to unlock the door, but Dr. D stopped him. "Jet." He turned and looked at his mentor. "I'm going to tell you this right now." Jet nodded for him to continue. "Don't expect too much information on this. BL/Ind's been keeping their movements quiet lately. Any information I get is going to be sketchy at best."

Jet Star shook his head. "As long as it's information we can use, I don't care. We're flying by the seats of our pants and we're flying blind. I don't like it."

"I know," Dr. D acknowledged, "but that was the risk we took when we started this resistance. It's not like God was going to give us a fuckin' manual telling us how to take them down."

Jet nodded. It wasn't an answer, but it was a promise to find them. It was more than he had before. He turned and opened the door. Poly was standing there, hands on her hips, staring at Jet. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips were pursed and the look in her eyes made Jet quail. "Am I allowed in now?" she asked, angrily. Jet ushered her inside. "I take it your tantrum's over?" He nodded. "Good, now what are we doing here?"

Dr. Death chuckled. He usually didn't take to new killjoys quickly, especially refugees like Poly, but she had her moments that made him genuinely like her. He shook his head, still chuckling at Jet's helpless confused look. "You're in charge of her. Until Cy recovers, she's in your care. You train her, you take her with you on missions, you teach her how to shoot." Dr. D looked at Poly, his eyes stern. "You will do whatever Jet tells you to do." Poly nodded. "That means if he tells you to shoot, you shoot, if he tells you to run, you run."

Poly's brows furrowed in confusion. "But, I'm not supposed to carry a gun."

"It's too dangerous." Dr. D shook his head. "I'm not going to risk another incident like the one yesterday. For now, you're going to carry Cyanide's spare." Jet and Poly both looked like they'd been slapped in the face. "I've been hearing about more and more Drac sightings in the outer zones. They're spreading out. I'm not sending anyone out unarmed. That includes you."

"Why not just let her take her gun?"

"I'm not going to let her take her gun before it's painted. With people as edgy as we've all been, if someone sees a white raygun, they're going to shoot, long before they see who's behind it. Once she paints her gun, so can take it. Until then, she can use Cy's spare."

"And I'm not painting my gun until I can shoot."

Dr. D cocked his head to the side. "Why?"

"I want to earn my colors," Poly replied, staring Dr. D straight in the eyes. "Painting it before I have the skill to shoot it would feel too much like cheating to me."

Dr. D threw his head back and laughed. It was a hearty laugh, like the ones her grandfather used to give her. It made her miss her life before 2012, when she didn't have to worry about things like Dracs and rayguns. When his laughter dissipated, he chuckled, "You want to earn your colors." He closed his eyes and shook his head, amused. "I like that. There may just be some hope for you."

Poly looked at Jet. Seeing the proud smile on his face, she couldn't help but smile as well. She wasn't sure if it was how he acted or his position as the leader, but the change in Dr. D's attitude immediately put her at ease. "Okay, so what now?"

"Doc says you can use your arm, but I want you to rest it for another day." Poly opened her mouth to speak, but Dr. D silenced her with a stern look. She hated when her father got that look, but Dr. D was a little more terrifying than her father. "Let me finish." Poly shut her mouth and hung her head. "Rest it today. If you want, you and Jet can go to the firing range out back or go back to the bunker and practice firing with one hand. Tomorrow practice with both and then I'll give you guys a mission."

Poly and Jet nodded. Dr. D turned around and grabbed a two-way radio, indicating the meeting was over. When the two younger killjoys were gone, Dr. D spoke into the mic, "Silent Fury, this is Dr. Death Defying. Do you read?"

The radio crackled and whined with static. Dr. D waited impatiently for a few moments. It never ceased to aggravate him how long it took Fury to answer his radio calls. "Fury!" he shouted. Still no one answered.

***

"Alright, so do you want to practice here or at the bunker?" Jet asked as he and Poly stepped outside the diner.

Poly squinted in the sunlight. "I think I'd rather practice here."

Jet nodded and headed to Neon Nights. He reached in the glove box and grabbed a pair of sunglasses. "You've gotta love her predictability," Jet smiled. He turned to Poly, shutting the door and leaving Neon Nights to rest a while. "You'll need these."

"Does Cy keep a spare of everything?" Poly asked, amused as she put the sunglasses on.

"The one thing you can always count on is that girl's preparedness." The two walked through the diner and out the back to the firing range. "She has her spare outfit in the trunk, her spare gun and sunglasses are always in the glove box, and she even has a spare two-way that Dr. D doesn't know about." He stopped and turned to look at Poly, a tiny glint of fear and amusement in his eyes. "Don't tell Dr. D that. Cy'll kill me and we'd never hear the end of it." They smiled at each other and stepped up to the firing line. "Alright, here's how you really teach someone how to shoot."

***

"Warped Revenge, are you there?"

"Dr. D, is that you?" a man's voice cracked through the radio. The static altered the sound, but it was a lighter voice than Dr. D's.

"Yeah. Listen, do you have a location on Silent Fury?"

"Uh," the man began. Dr. D's stomach lurched as he waited to hear the worst. "No, no one here's seen her."

"Have you heard anything from her?"

"A while back she was in Zone 2, scrapin' off some Dracs."

"How long ago was that?" he questioned, growing worried each passing second.

"I don't know," Warped shrugged. "A while ago."

"Dammit, Warped!" Dr. D growled. "How long?"

"It was about three weeks ago, D," a woman's voice sounded through the static.

Dr. D let out a heavy sigh. "And you haven't heard anything from her since?"

"No."

"Thanks, Joy." Dr. D stared at the broadcast desk. "Dr. D out." He put the mic down and selected another song to play. He sighed and sat back, allowing his thoughts to consume him.

***

"Alright, you just look straight at where you want the shot to go and squeeze the trigger." Poly stared down the white raygun. Her eyes traveled down the pristine barrel, out over the small desert space, and to the mannequin. She stared the faceless man in the eyes and fired. The shot was low, hitting the mannequin in the chest.

Poly slapped the gun against her leg. "Shit."

"It's alright. You just need more practice. It's nothing to get upset over. You can hold your own in a fight, you just need to work on your aim. Right now you're hitting about a fourth of the time. We'll get you there." Poly looked at him skeptically. "Trust me," he smiled.

Poly smiled back and continued practicing. She put her left hand in her pocket to resist the temptation of using it. She took a deep breath and tried again.

***

"Come on, guys. It has to be perfect." Kobra Kid stayed in the small bedroom while the other three killjoys carried in the furniture.

"Why do we have to do the hard work and you get to play maid?" Fun Ghoul asked, panting from the effort to carry the bed.

Party Poison grunted. "Because he snatched the books first."

"Hey, I'm arranging the books on her bookshelf and when you guys get the bed in here, I'm going to make it!"

"Yeah, but a little effort won't kill you," Lost grumbled.

***

The sun began to set over the horizon. Poly managed to hit the mannequin almost half the time. Dr. Death called them into the broadcast room to check after her progress before they left.

"She's almost got it," Jet beamed. "A few more heavy practices with lighter ones in between and she may have it down."

Poly shook her head. "I think I need more than that."

"We'll see." Dr. D sighed. "Be careful going back."

Jet's brow furrowed. "More Drac sightings?" Dr. D nodded. "Alright, we'll watch our backs."

The two young killjoys turned and left. They rode in silence, but unlike before it was a calculating silence. Jet watched the road ahead and Poly kept a lookout on the road behind them. By the time they made it back to the bunker, the other three killjoys had finished her room and started on Cyanide's.

Poly stopped in to visit Cy and found her awake. The two talked briefly before the wounded killjoy fell asleep mid-sentence. Poly smiled and quietly left the room. She gasped when she nearly ran into Lost down the hall.

"We have a surprise for you." He didn't sound enthused, but he didn't sound like he hated her either. Poly saw it as an improvement.

"Okay." She followed him down the hall and they stopped at her room. The minute she walked in, she felt more at home. It didn't feel exactly like home, but it came close. It felt the way a dorm room feels to a college student after a month on campus.

In reality it looked a lot like a dorm room. The desk was simple, low quality wood, but it served it's purpose. It had a top drawer and three shelves on the right side. It was pushed up against the corner to the right of the doorway. Jutted up against the left of the desk was a tall bookcase. It was made of the same material as the desk and it leaned a little away from the wall. Kobra Kid was finishing arranging the books, careful to keep the wobble to a minimum.

"Do you like it?" Fun Ghoul asked from the bed. He stood at the head of the bed, in the back left corner of the room. On his right stood a tall dresser. Poly noticed all her drawing materials had been laid out on the desk and a small radio sat on the dresser. The bed was clothed in dark blue sheets.

Poly's eyes widened at the sight of the room. "You did this all for me?"

Party nodded. "We thought you might like to have a room here. We're making one down the hall for Cy since she's going to be bed-ridden for a few weeks."

"I love it!" She looked at Party. "Can I help with Cy's room?"

"As long as you don't have a mission to go on, sure."

Poly's smile widened. Lost cleared his throat. "Um, not meaning to dampen the mood, but if we're going to finish Cyanide's room tomorrow, we need to eat and get some sleep."

"Yeah, I am kinda hungry. I also think I need to take something for my arm. It's starting to hurt a little."

Jet's eyebrows were lost in his hair as he realized his mistake. "Oh! Right. I meant to get you something as soon as we got here."

After Jet gave Poly her aspirin, the killjoys sat in the dining room, eating and planning the next day. Poly managed to get the others to laugh as she told stories about her childhood, never naming names, but recounting humorous tales of her brothers' pranks. When everyone had their fill of canned beans and storytelling, they each retreated to their separate rooms.

Poly sat on her new bed, in her new room, listening to Dr. Death's broadcast. She couldn't sleep and by the feel of the bunker, no one could. When Poly stopped and just listened, she could hear movement in everyone's rooms. No one could sleep, but they all wanted to be alone. Poly pulled out a piece of paper and started to draw. She concentrated on the faces and clothes of the people she was drawing, trying to make it perfect.

"Bad news, tumbleweeds." Poly stared at the radio. "We've got another missing killjoy. Silent Fury hasn't been seen or heard in three weeks. Last known location was Zone 2." Poly's eyes narrowed. There was more to this. Dr. D sounded different. This was more than just another missing killjoy. This one was important to him. "Keep your eyes and ears open for 'em." Poly made a mental note to ask him about it later.

As Dr. Death Defying signed off, Poly finished her drawing. She had to get it finished. She wouldn't be able to sleep until it was done. She inspected it and decided it needed color. Zach had always love red and yellow. He was the only boy she knew that liked yellow. She thought he needed a little blue as well, to tie it all together. Maybe when she got him out of there, she'd ask Cy to make his outfit.

After Poly finished her drawing, she tucked it away in a gap between her desk and her bookshelf. With it safely hidden, she got undressed and crawled into bed. Seconds after her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.

***

Dr. D sat back and sighed. The word was out. All he could do was wait.

He looked up as Show Pony opened the door. "Nothing's moving outside. We're safe."

Dr. D nodded. "The calm before the storm."
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