Okay I do NOT own My Chemical Romance or the Killjoy idea- Just Helen- I hope you guys like it a tone and this is just kind of like a "how it all started" chapter so don't worry things will get all dusty and Draculoidy next chapter, I promise!

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I remember when I first learned about Killjoys- it seems like four lifetimes ago. I was a young girl of five, sitting in my Father's house in Battery City, the home of my childhood. I was crouching in the white living room in front of our government issued Bl/ind. television set, watching the weekly newscast, reporting on all the current happenings in all of the Zones.

"In other news, right here in Battery City, a dangerous gang of Killjoys has been captured, all except for the known and repeated offender, the leader of several of these gangs, a man that goes by "Dr. Death Defying." He is responsible for the deaths of several Battery City officers and higher-ups. If you see this man-"

The tight and bland voice of the News Woman was cut off as my Father cut off the television set, a daring act considering watching the weekly newscasts was mandatory.

"Go get ready for bed," he nodded at the stairs, looking at his shoes.

I clambered up the staircase and brushed my teeth, pulled on my pajamas, and pulled a comb through my jet- back hair. My two brothers, Gerard and Mikey, would be in soon to help me into bed. My father didn't believe in such nonsense and my mother had run off four years earlier.

"Come on Melon!" My oldest brother, Gerard, snuck up behind me and twirled me around before plopping me onto my bed. I giggled at my pet name; my real name was Helen Ilena Way. I was a bubbly, happy little girl; my only friends were my two brothers, whom I idolized. I had not yet entered into the Battery City schools so I followed my 15 and 16 year old brothers around every chance I had, trying desperately to get a taste of the world they saw, instead of the white and black bland one of Battery City.

Gerard and Mikey told me bedtime stories about made-up superheroes that went around the world, saving people with their colors and knowledge. They told me how they protected people who couldn't see; who were blind, and didn't know what was happening around them. I loved these stories- so much better than that of those written by Bl/ind., the only ones we were allowed to have.

Soon the story was over and Gerard leaned down and kissed my forehead, "Good night Melon."

I giggled and said good night. Mikey bent down to kiss my forehead as well but I grabbed his arm before he turned to go. He turned around and crouched down, smiling.

"Another question, huh?" He asked giving me a smirk. I always asked Mikey my questions. I used to ask Gerard but sometimes he would get mad when I asked questions about Bl/ind. or Battery City… or our Mother. But Mikey never seemed to mind; actually he seemed to kind of enjoy answering my questions. I nodded.

"Well, ask away," He smiled so I asked in my most grown up voice:

"Moikey, what's a Killjoy?" I asked, smiling back at him thinking he would be pleased with my new question. Instead he got really quiet. After a while, he stood up and walked out of my room, into the hallway. I jumped up.

"Moikey! Where are you going?" I called as I ran out into the hallway. Gerard and Mikey were standing in front of Gerard's bedroom door, arguing. Gerard seemed pretty mad and tears welled up in my eyes, I hadn't meant to make them argue, a sight of which I had never seen before. Gerard suddenly looked up and saw me at the other end of the hallway.

He was crouched in front of me within a second.

"Helen, honey, what's the matter?" Gerard asked, pulling me into a hug as he walked into his room, Mikey close behind us.

"I didn't mean for you to get mad," I barely whispered burying my face into his shoulder.

"Helen, it isn't your fault, you didn't know. We knew your questions would lead there at one point," Mikey smiled. I buried my face further into Gerard's shoulder. I didn't really know what they were talking about. Gerard sat down on his bed, which was covered in drawings- a rebellious hobby considering public forms of creative expression were illegal.

"You know those stories that we tell you?" Gerard asked. I nodded, of course I did.

"Those super heroes, they are what Killjoys are," Mikey said, looking at Gerard.

I gasped and smiled really wide, "My heroes are real?" I asked Gerard.

"Yes. But they aren't heroes in Battery City, they are the bad guys. That's just what the Draculoids think at least," Gerard said.

"I wanna be one of those!" I said, climbing out of Gerard's lap to jump up and down on his bed.

Gerard and Mikey looked at each other and shrugged, smiling.

"Okay," Mikey said, grinning from ear to ear, pulling me into a hug, "But that will be our little secret okay, Melon?"

I giggled and nodded. Before Mikey carried me back to my room, I called over his shoulder at Gerard, "Can I be one? Promise?"

Gerard looked a little uneasy but he nodded, "I promise."

That was my beginning. It is 2035 now, I'm 16. Gerard is now Part Poison and 26; Mikey is now Kobra Kid at 25. They took me away with them when I was seven and I have been Static Sunshine ever since.

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