I don't own anything this just came to me oneday whilst watching Na Na Na.
Gerard Way looked at the wall clock. It rested on the dreary yellow wall next to an old Playboy calender. 9 years. Thats how long he'd spent in this hell hole. You see on December 12th the apocalypse began. The only country left was North America, they named it Hiearch.
The country was seperated into 12 zones and an evil mastermind, Korse Digit, developed a drug that made the citizens of America go into a sort of trance. Half of the men operated in their zone, creating children and keeping the zones safe. The rest of the men operated at BL/ind headquaters in the state that was once Washington. These men were called Draculoids. The woman would live in their zones some fearful of their husbands whos minds had been transformed others watchful for the rebels. The rebels were those who had escaped the drugs and now operated in the Desert of the dead.
But there was a prophecy a young girl named Grace Thresh predicted that four warriors of music would destroy BL/ind and change Hiearch to a peaceful country much like the old America. She knew who these people were but never gave Korse there info. Every band that was still alive in America were put in prison camps. Jared Leto was tortured to death. Bob Bryar killed him self using a sharp rock. Korse belived he had evaded this prophecy but he was wrong.
And now we are back to Gerard Way who was still staring at the mangy yellow walls. When zaps were heard from his window. Gerard heaved himself up from the floor and onto the stained mattress to peer out of the small hole in the wall that they called a window. He could see the Dracs shooting at something, no someone. He heard his metal door being dragged acroos the concrete floor, he turned his head warily but instead of Dracs coming in and beating the shit out of him a man in white and blue spotted leggings, a small wife beater that read Noise , a blue helmet with a black visor covering the man or womans face and bluey/purple rollerskates came dancing in.
"Up, up up kiddo. Todays a big day we're busting you out of this shit hole now get your toothbrush and jammys because it's going to be a bumpy ride." The person sang as they pulled out a magneta gun from there underpants.
Gerard rose unsteadily to his feet. 5 years of never leaving this cell except for torturing was tough. The man stared at him through his visor before lifting Gerard onto his shoulder.
"Hey! I can walk, honestly." Gerard told him but he was ignored.
"Listen kid, the names Show Pony and you need to shut up unless you want the Dracs to come back for you." Show Pony half-whispered. Gerard nodded slowly as Show Pony skated out , the magneta gun in his right hand. They skated to a big van thats had warning tape all around it. Gerard struggled to get into the van his vision blurry and the last thing he saw was a face. Not just any face. It was Franks face.
Franks story had been similar, rescued by Show Pony after 9 years of degrading tortue and confinment. Ray had escaped when Bob killed himself 2 months ago. Mikey was left for dead in the desert after 4 hours of torture.
When Korse realised that 4 people, all in the same band, were out with the rebels he became fearful. The prophecy was already beginning to become true.
