[HABIT]

So, for all of you My Chemical Romance fans, you should know what I'm talking about. You know that this is a Killjoy mask. You know about the year 2019. You know about the Draculoids, and Bl/ind. You know about Korse. You know about Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, Kobra Kid, and Missile Kid. You know about the desert. And the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit. But for those who don't know, I've decided to write some fan fiction. Its not from my view, but from Party Poison's. Enjoy:

Party Poison walked along the dry ground. The sand and dirt crunched under his boots, in a steady pattern. He could hear the soft breathing of Missile Kid walking next to him. He glanced in her direction, and couldn't help but gasp at her beauty. It had been a couple of hours since he had looked at her, and though he knew every detail of her face he couldn't help but be surprised at her appearance. Party Poison loved her with all of his heart. She was his daughter, whether she was related to him or not. He had known her since she was merely a day old. He had found her in her mother's arms. Her mother.... the stunning woman who had been beaten and left to die in the desert. Party Poison had almost saved Missile Kid's mother, but her wounds were too severe to heal.

Party Poison hadn't intended to stumble into the young woman, but he now believed it had been fate. She was lying nearly unconscious in the middle of the desert. Bruises and deep cuts covered her entire body. Dry blood ran all over her clothes. Her eyes seemed to hold all the pain in the world, but there was a sense of determination in the way they gleamed. It was as if she was refusing to die until her baby had found a safe home. The baby seemed to remain untouched, but made strange gurgling noises in her mother's arms. Without thinking, Party Poison had walked up to the woman. Without needing to exchange words, the lady handed over her child. A small amount of pain seemed to be released from her eyes. "Thank you" she whispered. Party Poison nodded. "What's her name?" he asked. "Her name is Grace" the woman muttered. He could tell that speaking was very hard for her. "A-and her father is....." she trailed off. "Yes?" Party Poison had urged. "Who was her father?" "Her, her father was Korse." With that, the young woman closed her eyes, and the faint rise and fall of her chest soon ceased.

Party Poison had stood there in shock and despair for no less than an hour. Korse? Korse, the man that was the cause of this mess of a world? The head of Better Living industries, or better known as Bl/ind?

STORY WILL BE CONTINUED.

[duckteeth]

Oooh, look who caught the writing bug! Using your new tablet?

[HABIT]

Yeah, I'm using it, but as you can see I didn't put much effort into it....
And I needed to write something for this Secret Santa thing I got myself into on the Facebook fan page, so might as well post it on Chickensmoothie first!

[duckteeth]

X3

[ewbluey]

AMAZING

[HABIT]

Aww, fanks :3
And I stopped writing cause I'm no longer in a write-ish mood. It all changed after someone asked for band names...

[ewbluey]

LOL. Have you read mine?

[HABIT]

*needs link because she's too lazy to look*

[ewbluey]

Jeez.

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[~Jaded]

Epicalness ^-^


Jaded needs a tablet now xD