Run Bunny Run
Title: Run Bunny Run
Fandom: MCR; Danger Days
Pairing: Implied Pary Poison/Jet Star (Gerard/Ray)
Word Count: ~1200
Rating: R for language
Author’s Note: Intended as a one-shot, but will continue if/when inspiration strikes.
Summary: Inspired by S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, the events below are intended to pre-date the events of Sing.
Their feet pound against the pavement as flashes of light explode over their heads and all that Jet Star can think about is how tiny and brittle her hand feels brittle in his grasp. There’s a scream behind them and suddenly Kobra Kid is flanking his right; shooting over and over. They’re never gonna make it.
“We always make it…”
Scooping the girl up into his arms, Jet Star spares a moment to glare at Fun Ghoul’s cockiness before dragging his eyes over the horizon. “Where’s the fucking van?” He spits out as the sound of burning rubber and groaning breaks screams in the dark of night.
A door slides open, the familiar shock of black hair appears as a the klaxons ring out behind them in alarm. Someone’s really pissed now. A woman sweeps in and takes the child from his arms. The last he sees of either of them is a grease stained hands wiping tears off of the face of someone far too young to suffer the evils of the world.
“Hurry the fuck up, babe!” Fun Ghoul yells from the Trans Am. Inhaling deeply, Jet Star runs for the already moving car and slides into the back seat just as the accelerator hits metal and the world around them morphs into nothing but a flash of light and neon.
***
Jet Star leans against the doorframe of Bunny’s make-shift bedroom and watches her sleep. Her features reflect back at him from three out of four walls; riveted metal dulled by years of use. Hard to imagine that there was once a time when locking a child in a defunct meat locker would have been considered abuse. Granted it was no more illegal now than then, but it was safe. As the soft features of sleep flutter over her face he wishes above anything that she’d been born in that unimaginable time; free from the threat of the industry.
Party Poison appears next to him and follows his line of vision before speaking. “… it was just more subtle then, you know?”
Pursing his lips, Jet Star starts to spit something back about not speaking until the color clears his eyes but the words lodge themselves in his throat. “I know.” Forcing his thoughts into flares of light, he pulls the freezer door shut. The lock is left unlatched this time.
“You don’t have to do that, you know?”
“Do what?” Fingers dance over his holster, securing his weapon before sweeping over his belt. Anything really to keep his thoughts from giving too much away.
A smirk plays over Party Poison’s lips, “One day I’ll go blind, J.”
And that always does it… that play on words spoken in such amusement. “Shut up.” His gloved fingers are dragging over the curves of the other man’s face before Jet Star even knows what he’s doing. Forehead to forehead, he says it again. “Shut up… that really isn’t funny…”
Cold fingers and leather wrap around his wrist as Poison’s lips press against the corner of his mouth. “She’s as safe as she’ll ever be…” The lights have faded; his thoughts have betrayed him. Pain wells up in Jet Star’s chest as fears surges up inside. He meets Poison’s ice gaze before giving in and letting the numbing presence of the other man drag out every ounce of anguish. He’s unconscious before his body slumps to the floor.
Tear-rimmed hazel eyes drag over his body before Poison scoops it up and carries it a few feet to the cot made up outside the freezer door.
***
Bunny’s clinging to Ghoul’s shoulders and squealing in delight as he spins around and around in the diner. Toppled chairs and tables litter the floor in their wake. “Faster, faster!”
Laughter floats out across the room. Jet Star steps slowly into the room. His eyes catch on Party Poison’s color-filled face before Bunny’s voice draws his attention away.
“Daddy!” She’s pushing herself off of Ghoul’s back and flying across the room and into his arms before a breath can fill his lungs. Burying his face in her neck and his free hand into her hair, Jet Star can’t help but smile as he greets her. “Hey Velveteen… what’s the scene?” Her elbow connects playfully with his ribs. “…there’s Blue Blurries for breakfast!”
She grabs his wrist and drags him towards the counter. Kobra and his brother are chuckling behind gloved hands. “Blue Blurries?” Even he can’t force the smile from his face at that, it’s just too fucking cute. But someone must feel pretty damn guilty to share their stash of fruit.
Poison’s playing with Bunny’s curls when Jet Star slides up onto a stool. Their eyes meet over her head. The apology is silent and its acceptance is near instantaneous.
“You’re such a vamp…” Her fingers push at Poison’s mask until it’s pressing into his hair. “Why do you wear this thing? You look better like this.”
Surprise explodes over both of their faces, but it’s really no shock when Ghoul’s laughter peels through the air barely camouflaging the ‘oh, shit’ falling from his lips.
“Vamp, really?” Poison’s smiling for Bunny’s sake as he swallows down any visceral reaction he may have to the word. Jet Star reaches around Bunny’s back and grips his hand tightly. There use to be more to life than this.
***
A gun is in his hands before eyes open. Kobra’s at his ear and whispering in urgent breaths. “Motor it.”
Jet is to his feet as soon as the words are absorbed. Skin pale, Poison’s got flaming Molotov Cocktails in his hands and throwing them through the broken glass of the side windows. This is so not fucking good. It’s not even been a day.
Fingers move over the freezer latch in muscle memory. As the gunshots knock, knock, knock against the diner, Jet Star pulls Bunny from bed. She cries out as they hit the door way and pulls from his grasp. Fear surges through him as Bunny scrambles across the floor to drag out a small cardboard box from under a mess of blankets. Realizations strikes him then, they’re never coming back. Fisting the quilt Bunny’s mother made for her, he nods at his daughter. And gripping her hand tighter than death itself, they run for the Trans Am behind the cover that Kobra, Ghoul and Poison provide.
Arms holding Bunny tightly, as Poison’s hands fly over the gearshift and wheel, Jet Star can’t help but watch as the Industry bird spotlights the diner before it explodes in a ball of flame that screams Crash and Burn Baby.
“Nice…” Kobra smiles from the backseat. And despite himself, Jet Star smiles too. So much past just burnt into the desert sand, but the evidence of who and what they are is ash right along with it.
“Are we going to Dr. Death-de…” Bunny asks against Jet’s chest.
“No.” Four sets of eyes land on him, two sets a visage of ice rage. “… watch the fucking road, Poison.” Pulsing lights flare behind Jet’s eyes. He’s not going to answer them like this. After all this time, they still don’t get what leaving her with the doctor would do to him.
~
Fandom: MCR; Danger Days
Pairing: Implied Pary Poison/Jet Star (Gerard/Ray)
Word Count: ~1200
Rating: R for language
Author’s Note: Intended as a one-shot, but will continue if/when inspiration strikes.
Summary: Inspired by S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, the events below are intended to pre-date the events of Sing.
Their feet pound against the pavement as flashes of light explode over their heads and all that Jet Star can think about is how tiny and brittle her hand feels brittle in his grasp. There’s a scream behind them and suddenly Kobra Kid is flanking his right; shooting over and over. They’re never gonna make it.
“We always make it…”
Scooping the girl up into his arms, Jet Star spares a moment to glare at Fun Ghoul’s cockiness before dragging his eyes over the horizon. “Where’s the fucking van?” He spits out as the sound of burning rubber and groaning breaks screams in the dark of night.
A door slides open, the familiar shock of black hair appears as a the klaxons ring out behind them in alarm. Someone’s really pissed now. A woman sweeps in and takes the child from his arms. The last he sees of either of them is a grease stained hands wiping tears off of the face of someone far too young to suffer the evils of the world.
“Hurry the fuck up, babe!” Fun Ghoul yells from the Trans Am. Inhaling deeply, Jet Star runs for the already moving car and slides into the back seat just as the accelerator hits metal and the world around them morphs into nothing but a flash of light and neon.
***
Jet Star leans against the doorframe of Bunny’s make-shift bedroom and watches her sleep. Her features reflect back at him from three out of four walls; riveted metal dulled by years of use. Hard to imagine that there was once a time when locking a child in a defunct meat locker would have been considered abuse. Granted it was no more illegal now than then, but it was safe. As the soft features of sleep flutter over her face he wishes above anything that she’d been born in that unimaginable time; free from the threat of the industry.
Party Poison appears next to him and follows his line of vision before speaking. “… it was just more subtle then, you know?”
Pursing his lips, Jet Star starts to spit something back about not speaking until the color clears his eyes but the words lodge themselves in his throat. “I know.” Forcing his thoughts into flares of light, he pulls the freezer door shut. The lock is left unlatched this time.
“You don’t have to do that, you know?”
“Do what?” Fingers dance over his holster, securing his weapon before sweeping over his belt. Anything really to keep his thoughts from giving too much away.
A smirk plays over Party Poison’s lips, “One day I’ll go blind, J.”
And that always does it… that play on words spoken in such amusement. “Shut up.” His gloved fingers are dragging over the curves of the other man’s face before Jet Star even knows what he’s doing. Forehead to forehead, he says it again. “Shut up… that really isn’t funny…”
Cold fingers and leather wrap around his wrist as Poison’s lips press against the corner of his mouth. “She’s as safe as she’ll ever be…” The lights have faded; his thoughts have betrayed him. Pain wells up in Jet Star’s chest as fears surges up inside. He meets Poison’s ice gaze before giving in and letting the numbing presence of the other man drag out every ounce of anguish. He’s unconscious before his body slumps to the floor.
Tear-rimmed hazel eyes drag over his body before Poison scoops it up and carries it a few feet to the cot made up outside the freezer door.
***
Bunny’s clinging to Ghoul’s shoulders and squealing in delight as he spins around and around in the diner. Toppled chairs and tables litter the floor in their wake. “Faster, faster!”
Laughter floats out across the room. Jet Star steps slowly into the room. His eyes catch on Party Poison’s color-filled face before Bunny’s voice draws his attention away.
“Daddy!” She’s pushing herself off of Ghoul’s back and flying across the room and into his arms before a breath can fill his lungs. Burying his face in her neck and his free hand into her hair, Jet Star can’t help but smile as he greets her. “Hey Velveteen… what’s the scene?” Her elbow connects playfully with his ribs. “…there’s Blue Blurries for breakfast!”
She grabs his wrist and drags him towards the counter. Kobra and his brother are chuckling behind gloved hands. “Blue Blurries?” Even he can’t force the smile from his face at that, it’s just too fucking cute. But someone must feel pretty damn guilty to share their stash of fruit.
Poison’s playing with Bunny’s curls when Jet Star slides up onto a stool. Their eyes meet over her head. The apology is silent and its acceptance is near instantaneous.
“You’re such a vamp…” Her fingers push at Poison’s mask until it’s pressing into his hair. “Why do you wear this thing? You look better like this.”
Surprise explodes over both of their faces, but it’s really no shock when Ghoul’s laughter peels through the air barely camouflaging the ‘oh, shit’ falling from his lips.
“Vamp, really?” Poison’s smiling for Bunny’s sake as he swallows down any visceral reaction he may have to the word. Jet Star reaches around Bunny’s back and grips his hand tightly. There use to be more to life than this.
***
A gun is in his hands before eyes open. Kobra’s at his ear and whispering in urgent breaths. “Motor it.”
Jet is to his feet as soon as the words are absorbed. Skin pale, Poison’s got flaming Molotov Cocktails in his hands and throwing them through the broken glass of the side windows. This is so not fucking good. It’s not even been a day.
Fingers move over the freezer latch in muscle memory. As the gunshots knock, knock, knock against the diner, Jet Star pulls Bunny from bed. She cries out as they hit the door way and pulls from his grasp. Fear surges through him as Bunny scrambles across the floor to drag out a small cardboard box from under a mess of blankets. Realizations strikes him then, they’re never coming back. Fisting the quilt Bunny’s mother made for her, he nods at his daughter. And gripping her hand tighter than death itself, they run for the Trans Am behind the cover that Kobra, Ghoul and Poison provide.
Arms holding Bunny tightly, as Poison’s hands fly over the gearshift and wheel, Jet Star can’t help but watch as the Industry bird spotlights the diner before it explodes in a ball of flame that screams Crash and Burn Baby.
“Nice…” Kobra smiles from the backseat. And despite himself, Jet Star smiles too. So much past just burnt into the desert sand, but the evidence of who and what they are is ash right along with it.
“Are we going to Dr. Death-de…” Bunny asks against Jet’s chest.
“No.” Four sets of eyes land on him, two sets a visage of ice rage. “… watch the fucking road, Poison.” Pulsing lights flare behind Jet’s eyes. He’s not going to answer them like this. After all this time, they still don’t get what leaving her with the doctor would do to him.
~