Where's Your Heart?[MCR]

I could hear the engine roaring behind me as I rounded the corner of Martian Street. I knew it was hopeless but I ran anyway.

I heard the engine stop, but the padding of feet replaced the sound. I was suddenly shoved to the ground. The sun was shining on my face so I closed one eye to find Mikey Way sitting on top of me with a smug grin on his face. Gerard pushed him off of me.

"You idiot! You could have sufficated her," I rolled over and coughed up blood. The band helped me up, then Gerard held on my wrist. I looked behind him and saw a fence with a bright red house behind it. I pulled my wrist our of his hand and ran to my house.

"Luna wait up," I saw Bob smiling at me. I pushed open the gate door. It fell of the hinges. I walked up the pathway to my house. I pulled out a key from under the welcome mat and shoved it into the key hole. When I first walked inside I could see the living room. Four blood stains were left on the once beautiful carpet.

I felt the air get tense as the band shuffled through the doorway. They muttered, all of their eyes were fixated on the blood stains. I turned to face them. Horror covered their expressions.

"Didn't you ever wonder how I became and orphan?" Their eyes traveled to me, "even for one second?"

"Luna-"Gerard started.

"Well, here's the story. I was in my room listening to your music when I heard gun shots. I stopped singing the words and ran into the living room," I quickly told them the story of how my parents died. Then I walked into my room and started packing away objects. I grabbed my three My Chemical Romance CDs and a sharpie.

"Sign those," I handed the cds and the sharpie to Gerard and he signed them and passed them around.

"Luna, we didn't know," Gerard pulled me into a tight hug. I pulled away.

"I never thought that this could happen. Most people would be jelouse beyond belief, but once you get here you regret it. You wish you could turn time back and never had been adopted," I whispered to myself, barley loud enough for my own ears to hear. I was trying to reassure myself but it didn't seem to be working. I felt a tear fall from my eye and I wiped it away before anyone noticed.

"Well, look on the bright side," Bob cut through the silence, "all of your enimies are going to die one day."

I looked up at him and smiled. It was a fake smile but it was better than nothing.

"This is going to be an odd request, but could we hear you sing?" Frank smiled at me. I chuckled at the thought. Me? Sing? I was horrible.

"Well, for your information, I can't sing worth crap."

"WHATEVER!" Mikey screamed at me, "we heard you singing at the adoption agency."

My eyes got wide, "and you thought that I was good?"

"Brilliant," Gerard smiled at me, "whoever told you that you can't sing is a complete retard."

I pursed my lips, "well, everyone tells me that I can sing good, I just don't believe them."

"Can we hear you, please? Listening to Gerard is tiring," Bob flashed a grin at me and then at Gerard. He glared.

"Fine. One song, fork over the CD Mikey," I ripped the "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge" CD out of his hands. I walked over to my lime green CD player and turned it on, then turned it to track number five.

"Well, if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say," I started, the band played air instrements and Gerard just watched, "I never were to let you down or have you go its better off this way."

I stood there singing for a good two or three minutes and the band erupted into applause after the song was over. I bowed and smiled. An actual smile!

"See, you were great!" Frank exclaimed I turned to look at him, and shrugged. I pulled the CD out and put it safely back into its case. I started to pack again.

"Listen, Luna, when we go to concert you are either going to open for us, or you are going to do a duet with me," Gerard walked over and gave me a hug, "alright?"

"Well, what's in it for me?" I crossed my arms and stopped packing black cloths into a bag.

"Once those kids that always put you down or beat you up see you on the TV, singing along on stage with a very famous band what will they think? You are going to be famous!"

"Plus," Bob started, and I saw him pull something off of my wall, "you could be more famous than this whore."

I looked at my Hannah Montana poster that I had drawn devil horns, a tail, and fangs on. More famous than Hannah Montana? Touring with My Chemical Romance? Meeting famous people? "Alright then, you have a deal."

"You need a stage name," Mikey said, staring off into space.

"Why do I need a--"

"Just trust us, alright?" Bob said.

"What's wrong with-"

"Well, it's more like a new name, not a stage name," said Ray.

"But I like my-"

"Well, you're starting a new life so you might as well get a new name," Frank sighed.

"Do I even get-"

"How about Jynx?" Gerard asked, staring at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "how is it spelled?"

"J-Y-N-X," Ray shouted.

"You have a deal, my name is now Jynx-"

"WAY!" Mikey shouted, "YOU'RE LIKE MY LITTLE NEICE!"

"Fine, Jynx Way, and what is with all of this shouting?" I asked, plugging my ears.

"You'll get used to it," Frank and the rest of the band smiled at me.