Hey! Well, this is my first Killjoy fic. The OCs from this fic actually come from my other MCR fic. It's like what would happen if they were in Danger Days. Well I hope you enjoy! Onward!
2012...that's when the world ended. Better Living industries convinced the world that it can make it better...but it only destroyed it. The fires...the Helium wars...nothing good came out of Better Living but some people were so set on a secure life that they obeyed Better Living with no question, living in fear of the Dracs and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W. They are weak and spineless. They live a life deprived of colour, boring in every way. They do not fight for what they have lost...their freedom or the ones they love. They are mindless sheep but there are the few who fight against the masses. Those who fight against the totalitarian rule, for the right to a colourful and bright life. Those who fight to avenge the ones they lost to Better Living. Their main objective: raise all hell for Better Living and tear them down. I'm part of this. I fight against Better Living to avenge the ones that were ripped from me and to cure my brother from the pain Better Living has inflicted upon him.
The name's Angel Bladez. I'm part of the resistance group called the Killjoys...and we're here to make some noise!
'Warning! Killjoy attack in progress! Subject is evacuating to Sector 3!' The alarm blared. Like it matters, I've done what I came here to do. The place was gonna blow in a matter of minutes. I set the bomb and it was now counting down. The Dracs won't be able to disarm it in time. I just need to get out of here and get my ride. It wasn't a major Better Living base but every little counts. I ran down the corridor, ignoring the blasts shooting by me. These guys were terrible shots! I skidded around another corner, shooting down the hall towards the stairs. I ram into the door, it broke off with my strength and I begin to jump down the stairs. I'm on the third floor so I need to be quick.
As I jumped down the last of the stairs, I run into the main lobby to be confronted by a group of Dracs, all pointing their weapons at me. I stop in the centre of the lobby, giving each Drac a glare behind my goggles. Killjoys couldn't risk having their identities known. It was easy to look us up and find out what our weaknesses are...finding our families and using them to their advantages and putting our face on wanted posters throughout the world. We all had masks to disguise ourselves. I chose large, black goggles that nearly took up half of my face and a large scarf that covered the lower half of my face.
"Put your hands up, Killjoy!" A Darc shouted. I smirk, not like they can see.
"Whatever you say..." I raise my hands so they are level to where my scarf covers. I dip my fingers into it and pull out two throwing knives, hitting two Dracs square in the head. The others were startled by the sudden blades flying from me, giving me time to whip out my ray gun and start shooting. I'm a pretty decent shot, hitting the Dracs in the chest. They fell one by one, unable to get a shot at me. I'm too fast for them, I always am. They were all ghosted in under twenty seconds. I run past the corpses and out of the building.
The cool, night air came to greet me as I dashed away from the building. I look at my watch and see I've got a minute to get away from here. My ride isn't that far away. I hide it behind a wall near the building. I reach it and hope on, starting it up. It was a chrome motorcycle. It was shiny silver and black. A work of art. I released the brake, skidding on the pavement a little before racing away. A few Dracs attempted to catch up with me but it was futile.
"Three, two, one..."
A large bang happened behind me; I gazed back and saw the entire building engulfed in flames. Another successful mission. I checked the entire building of any civilians before rigging it to blow. I may have a low opinion of them but I'm not a complete cold blooded bitch. But everyone that is working for Better Living deserves to burn in hell for what they did.
I continue to drive on and out of the Zone. It would take me at least half an hour to get back to base as it was located on the outskirts of Zone seven going on to Zone six. That is, if I didn't run into any trouble on my way there. It was pretty quiet tonight and they would probably be too busy with the burning building to take time to hunt down any Killjoys in the area.
I soon arrive at base. It was a small abandoned airbase with warehouses and only a few planes that were out of commission. Better Living didn't bother with it because it was 'small' compared to what they had. It also had a ten foot electric fence and barbed wires so it was impossible to sneak in. I halted the bike at the large blast doors that were super thick. I looked up to the small surveillance camera and smiled. I stepped off the bike and went to the small monitor and panel to the right, pressing the code before a voice was heard.
"Talk to me, sweetie," I heard Annabelle's voice say.
"It's me. Angel Bladez. Two-four-eight." The blast doors slowly began to open, allowing me to enter the base. I hopped back on my bike and drove through with the doors closing behind me. We have a pretty decent security system. We were sometimes used as a safe house for other Killjoys because it was known that they were more safe here than anywhere else really. Better Living always over looked this place and we didn't do too much here as to avoid detection. I drive to the largest of the warehouses, bashing the shutters to get them to open...well, signalling Annabelle to open them. They soon did and I ducked under them to get in quicker, allowing Annabelle to close them sooner.
The place was massive, with lights lining the walls to allow us to see with large curtains hanging to divide the place into like separate rooms and such. It gave us some privacy from each other, despite the fact it was only four of us. I stopped my bike by the large SUV we had for emergencies. We had a large school bus as well but that was parked in another warehouse. I stepped off and pull my scarf down from my face and push my goggles to my forehead.
"I take it, you were successful?" I turn to see Annabelle walking towards me. She was an old woman, maybe in her sixties but she won't tell me. Her hair was on the verge of white, tied into a bun and she wore all black. I smile slightly back at her.
"Yeah. Another one bit the dust."
"Did you find anything?"
"No. Another dead end," I say with a sigh. It was always the same.
"I'm sure you will find it soon. Come, you need to eat." I follow Annabelle to the kitchen area. Well, it really wasn't a kitchen but it's where we kept the food we were going to eat for the week instead of trailing back and forth to the warehouse where we kept the supplies. There was a small, rectangle table with a few chairs in the centre with boxes filled with canned goods and bottles of water scattered around. We actually found a microwave oven that allowed us to eat some warm food now and again.
I sat down at the table as Annabelle raided through the boxes.
"Anything in mind?"
"Anything but Power Pup." The stuff was utter shit. Of course it would be, Better Living made it. It was suppose to stimulate the body and bring the best in you but all it made me do was barf. We're lucky, Annabelle actual had a large secret stash of canned goods that she kept for emergencies and she was willing to share it. The expiry dates were a little iffy with some of them but I prefer off food that Power Pup. Simple as that.
Annabelle was like a mother figure to us. She took us in when we had nowhere else to go and watched over us. She had already set up here in the base when we came along. She was the one that introduced me to the Killjoys but I think she is slowly regretting it. I owed so much to her but she knew my hatred towards Better Living and what I was after with them.
"Refried beans?" I shrug. She took it as a yes and picked up the can opener, opening the can and sticking it in the microwave, setting the time before sitting with me.
"You look like hell," She said. I nod.
"I feel like it."
"You should get some sleep."
"Haven't had a decent sleep in a while. I can't."
"You have too much on your mind. You need to loosen up."
"I will when Better Living is dead and buried and Reese is better. How was he?"
"It was one of his good days. He coughed only a few times and had a slight fever. Betty is still with him I think." I smile at the news.
Reese is my younger brother, my whole world. He is part of the reason I'm fighting Better Living. When it all started, Reese was taken from me as we tried to run. I escaped but he was left behind. Better Living scientists experimented on him, testing all sorts of drugs and other things on him. He was held there for two weeks until I managed to bust him out. I had already lost everything and I wasn't going to lose him. It was hard and I've still got the scars from that day. It took extreme planning and training, lasting at least two weeks before I was able to save him. Everyday killed me a little, knowing he was suffering.
We escaped Battery City but...something was wrong with Reese. He kept coughing and always had a fever. The experiments had messed up with his body and he was suffering because of it. I didn't know what to do. We couldn't go back to Battery City and we didn't know anyone in the desert. That's when Annabelle found us and took us in. She saved me and Reese and I'm eternally grateful but Reese is still sick and has been since then. I've been trying to cure him, stealing any information I can on the experiments that were carried out on him and trying to find ways to reverse it but it was going slowly.
The microwave pinged and Annabelle went to retrieve my food. She came back and handed me the can with a plastic fork. I picked at it for a moment before I got a stern look from Annabelle, making me eat up the food. It was better than nothing. I'm grateful to have something decent to eat. I finish in a matter of minutes, wiping my mouth and standing up.
"I'm gonna check in on Reese."
"Then will you get some sleep?" I nod slightly, a little unsure if I even could.
"I'll try. Night Annabelle."
"Night, Angel." Annabelle knew my real name but never said it. She knew that I only allowed Reese to call me it. It was just a thing I have. I walk out of the kitchen area and walked through a few curtains until I reached Reese's room.
I tried to make him feel at home as I possibly could. I tried to find some old fiction books that survived the fires so he could read. I even found some old comic books which he enjoyed. There was an old CD player and a few CD cases. I had found a TV/VCR combo but it was busted but I'm half way through fixing it. His bed was large, taking up most of the space. He enjoyed being cosy.
Betty was sitting there, making sure he was taking his medicine and such. Betty was a dark skinned woman with a pleasant face and dark eyes. Her hair was long and black, tied in a ponytail and she was curvy. Before all of this, she was training to be a doctor which came in really handy around here. She appeared a few months after me and Reese to Annabelle. She abandoned Better Living when they tricked her to inject several people with a lethal toxin, killing them within an hour. According to them, it was to rid Better Living's 'perfect' world of infestation and disease ridden parasites. She became Reese's doctor to help her atone for what she did, in her words. She also helped me get patched up on a heavy mission.
She saw me and smiled, showing her brilliant white teeth.
"Blade, there you are. Reese wasn't ready to sleep until he saw his big sis." She pushed herself from the bed and allowing me to see my brother. He was sickly pale colour with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was thin and bony. He used to be a nice build until Better Living fucked him up. He saw me and his eyes lit up a little.
"Bladez..." He soon started coughing, covering his mouth with a tissue as he did. I frown slightly. I hate seeing him like this.
"How's he keeping?" I know Annabelle said he was doing fine but I like having a second opinion.
"He's keeping okay for now. A coughing fit here and there and a slight temp but nothing extreme. Kid was telling stories again." I smirk. Reese enjoyed reliving the days when we had no worries and it wasn't just the two of us...
"I was telling Betty about the time we all stayed up past midnight and saw that ghost," Reese said, removing his tissue to show he was smiling.
"It wasn't a ghost," I say. Reese gave me a look of mock anger.
"It was!" Betty just laughed at us.
"I'll leave you guys alone. I'm gonna catch a few Z's. Reese, remember if you begin to feel warm..."
"Take the red pill. I know, I know." Betty just ruffled his hair.
"Just checking kid. I don't need to patch you up, do I?" She asked me. I shook my head.
"Nope. All clean."
"Good, cause the way I'm feeling, I might have made you wait until morning." I laugh at her as she left me and Reese alone.
"It was a ghost," Reese muttered slightly. I snigger and look to the ground. I saw a small pile of photographs on the ground. I drop down and pick them up. They were of Reese and I's past life.
"You were looking at these again?" I asked as I stood up. Reese looked away slightly, seeming upset.
"Yeah...I wanted to remember..." I sigh and sat on the bed, sitting beside him, swinging my legs so I was lying next to him.
"I miss them," I said. Reese wraps his arms around my arm and leaned his head on my shoulder as I went through the photos.
The first one was of me and him, holding each other close and laughing at the lens. I flipped to the next one. It was a family picture with me, Reese, Mom, Dad and Grams. It was the first time me and Reese had went to an amusement park so we were pretty young in the photo. We looked cheeky and everything.
"That was a fun day," Reese muttered, his eyelids slowly closing. I nodded.
"Yeah...it was." The next photo threw me right off. I held back my emotions as I looked at it.
It was of a small group of people huddling together. It was taken at a carnival, with a few stands and rides seen in the back ground. Reese was kneeling at the bottom with a guy on his back. He had black hair, piercings on his lip and nose and had brown eyes. He had a cheeky grin as he clung onto Reese's back. There was another boy to the side of Reese, trying to keep him steady as he balanced the boy on his back. He was wearing a beanie over his sandy brown hair with glasses and had brown eyes. There was a tall guy in the back ground, standing taller than the others laughing at the scene before him. He had a kind face and an afro that was massive. Then there was me, standing in front of him and behind Reese. I was huddled together with another guy, our cheeks touching as we grinned so hard our eyes scrunched together. He had short, black hair reaching his ears. It was wild and unkempt. You couldn't see it in the photo but he had beautiful hazel eyes.
I choke back the tears as I remembered when this was taken. We had all decided to go to the carnival as it was in town and we wanted to celebrate us graduating high school...well, three of us. Reese clutched at my arm.
"I miss them too," He said. I nodded, knowing that he missed them as much as I did.
"Yeah. Go to sleep, Reese."
"You gonna sleep here with me?"
"If you want."
"Thanks." We lay back further so our heads were lying on the pillows. Reese snuggled closer to me. I could feel the heat of the fever radiating off him.
"Night, Andy..." He said, using my real name as he drifted to sleep.
"Night, Reese," I mutter back. I take one last look at the photo and place them on the floor. I stare up at the large ceiling. Now I've seen that photo, my thoughts are drifting towards them. The people in that photo. They were my best friends. They meant everything to me. They were Reese and I's family...and we lost them. Better Living took them away from me. They were either dead or became Dracs. To be honest, I hope that they died during the raid of our town. It would have been a lot better than being a prisoner to Better Living.
They are the other part to my reason to fighting Better Living. Better Living has ruined my life. It's only natural to return the favour. I will avenge the ones I have lost with interest. I feel my eyelids close slightly, with the name of the one that I had missed the most on my lips as I fell into sleep.
"Gee..."
Well, thank you for reading and I hope you continue to. I know it seems blah right now but it will pick up...I think. See ya!
