A/N: This took me ages to complete but it's finally done.
A little bit of background, this first was based around the idea of 'Are there any Killjoy's in Battery City? Surely, there will be people who are non-Killjoy that don't agree with Better Living Industries?' which later morphed into other questions such as 'How did BL/ind form in the first place?' It is set before the events of the music video for 'Sing' and since i find myself primary writing in 3rd person P.O.V i incorporated 1st person P.O.V to test myself. In other words, one of the the OC's is in 1st and the other in 3rd so it switches.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1- Breakout
Battery City
They tightened the security the moment he left. I was there to watch him escape to the outside world. I climbed over the wire fence to say goodbye. Sirens were already whaling. It was only a matter of time before they caught up to us. Knowing this I said my goodbye and climbed back over the wire fence back inside hell. It is hell. I said that they tightened security. They did it ten fold we where already not allowed to use social networking websites or game consoles. They have now expanded it to include no drawing, not playing or creating music and no reading at least not for pleasure anyway. Basically no creativity and no individualism. I'm surprised that they still let us write. But I guess it doesn't matter I mean who would read it or take interest in it anyway? Everyone is brainwashed and Better Living Industries have created so much red tape that no one would believe it anyway. Even if it was the truth.
I learned of the new rules after I got back into the complex, into this hell. As soon as I took my last step I collapsed and the next moment they caught me. When I awoke I was back in my bunker. Stripped down of all the posters and photos that I had up, not that there many to begin with. They obviously thought that it was part of the reason why I helped my younger brother escape, which in some cases it was I guess, so I was starring at four blank white walls, with an extra camera on me. And who knows how many hidden ones located in the other furniture and my other belongings.
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The Zones
He had been running all night not daring to look back in fear of the exterminators, who for sure were following him. Having just escaped from the complex and therefore broke the night curfew that was in place he would now be considered a fugitive, and if he got caught…well there were rumours and stories of people going missing unexpectedly, he couldn't let that happen.
The sun was rising just as he collapsed out of sheer exhaustion. His last conscious thought was that it was good that he made it this far, he had left the complex he had known for his entire life far behind him and now was surrounded by a desert landscape with broken down buildings in the distance and a road going from where he fallen, off into the horizon.
"Hey! There is a kid over here. We need to help him. He is unconscious," A voice called out. Two other figures came forward, and one of them answered "Right, we will take him in, at least until he wakes up". They put him into the back seat of the Trans Am, got in and started the engine "Let's hit the red line and get out here. If that kid is a runaway then Dracs would be coming after him. We don't need another clap with them when our numbers are low". They turned one hundred and sixty degrees and sped off.