Here it is. The story of April.

Gerard:
I sat on the platform, my father's voice booming into the microphone and being projected into the small crowd by the speakers. 200 people,no less than that, this has to be the smallest city we had, of his takeover. Or maybe only 200 people actually care about their new leader.

As my dad started to talk about "supporting the people" and other crap, I rolled my eyes and looked out into the crowd. There was one body, in the second or third row, that stuck out (from all the others). I couldn't tell the sex of them, but that hardly mattered. It was the fact they, without being told too, got up and walked away. This has happened before, and they were attacked and sent to prison within the week we were there.

But no, the cops ignored him, treating it as if its normal. It is New Jersey though, the cops are just as corrupt as the citizens.

"Mother," I whispered, leaning over to her. "I'm going to go to the restroom, cover for me?"

"Of course sweetie," she responded. "Run along now."

I nodded and kissed her cheek once, muttering a be right back. My brother, Mikey, watched me sneak off the stand, calling my name over and over. He didn't think, that since I was older, I was allowed to do things he couldn't do. Like leave in the middle of dad's speech.

"Excuse me, Pedicone and Otter, I need to attend to something," I muttered to our two guards that were blocking off the stairs.

"Yes, young Gerard," they both said, stepping to the side to let me through. "Be safe."

"It's Jersey, who would want to hurt me here?"

"Our point exactly," Pedicone said. "Do you need one of us?"

"No. No. It's fine. Really."

"As you wish," Otter said.

The two of them were the closest people I had to friends, besides Mikey. My parents, Dad mostly, have been concerned about my lack of social interaction. The thing is that, I JUST DON'T LIKE PEOPLE. They're always looking for me to mess up, to find fault, to turn against me. It's annoying.

So as I made my way through the empty town, I took in the "sights." Needless to say, it's a dangerous, yet sun filled, town. There was a few shops, most of them closed down. Others seemed like if you walked in and purchase something, you'd leave with less cash than you're supposed to. (You know, the good ole pickpocket trick.)

I kept walking aimlessly, not headed anywhere in particular, and losing track of time whilst doing so. The sun was high in the sky, so I'm guessing its about the afternoon, maybe. Dad was still speaking, the roar of the crowd every few seconds reassured me of that. When I turned the corner I saw a boy, the one that had left earlier. He's a few blocks away, but I guess he heard me coming on the empty streets. We looked at each other for a few minutes. Taking in each others appearance.

He looked to be shy, but the way he carried himself showed confidence. The boy couldn't be no less than five feet. I saw dark hair and a glisten of something on his lip, a piercing perhaps? The boy smiled, making his way towards me, painstakingly slow, and I bring up my hand to wave at him.

Just as I take a step forward, a big meaty hand pulls me back. I groan, and turn to see Pedicone gripping my shoulder and Otter right behind him.

"Young Gerard," the one gripping me said. "It's time to go. We need to meet your family and get ready for the next town."

I nodded, "Yes, sir."

I turned and allowed the two massive guards lead me back to my family.

Frank:
Why am I here again? Oh yeah, Ray wants to know of this "huge and Important" speech our new "leader" is giving us. Fucking bullshit.

Donald Way is a dictator, leader of the mother fucking "National Socialist," whatever the fuck that is. I think it's the Nazi party, but spruced up a bit to seem less fucking evil.

"C'mon Ray, lets go," I said, tugging his sleeve. "This is a waste of time. It's going to be all bullshit anyways."

"I don't know man," Ray said, shaking his 'fro back and forth. "There's just something that seems like he's being honest."

Yeah truthful. I just shook my head and walked away. This is depressing. My family and friends all listening to this bullshit our "Leader" is giving us and BELIEVING him. I'm losing them. Slowly. Ever so slowly.

On Main Street, there are a whole bunch of run down shops and a park, where our assembly currently is taking place. You could hear the distant cheering if the townsfolk of Belleville, New Jersey, everyone in town is there. Except me. I'm walking the empty streets with all the strays and other vermin, like rats and squirrels.

"No matter how dark the world is at this moment in time," I whispered, looking at a bird. "With the war going on in the west coast, there seems to be some light in it."

Lost in my thoughts, i passed the old and abandoned art shop when I heard footsteps trailing behind me. I turned around to see a boy, one I had never seen before. He had short black hair that curled slightly around his ears, and was wearing a suit jacket and skinny jeans. I had no control over my own feet, as I started walking ever so slowly. He brought his hand up to wave at me, but then two gruff looking guys, who seemed to be some sort of guards, came up behind him and turned him around. I sighed, and continued walking along my path.

There was just something about him...