I'm glad to see that there are some of you out there reading this! If you review, it would make me very happy! I do have a question in my story. I know that there are some unknowns still about for the videos, but on Wikipedia, they say that Cherri Cola is the one that Gerard unmasks in 'Sing.' Does anyone know that as a fact? I was under the impression that Cherri was a woman? Maybe, I'm wrong and it actually is the Drac Gerard kills? If anyone knows, let me know! (For now, I'll continue as is, but if it really is Cherri Cola, then I'll edit it, especially with Gerard's thoughts on killing him.)

The Swim Chick, thank you so much for your review! I know what you're saying and agree. I'm just terrible at descriptions but I'll try and make them a little longer and less jumpy!

P.S. I moved this to misc. comics since it seems better fitted here.

Remember Me

Chapter 2

Missile Kid sat outside on the hood of an old impala they had found a few months ago. It didn't run, but it was a really nice looking car, considering not many survived the wars of 2012. She sighed, looking up into the sky, trying to pin point where the sun could be through all the dust, clouds, and numerous gases and pollution.

She was about four years old when the wars had started. Her parents had fled into refugee camps along with hundreds of others. That's how it had all started anyways. Everyone was afraid of everything. No one knew who the best to trust were. On the radios, every time that there was a truce agreement, one of the sides would attack anyways.

Slowly, but surely, Battery City seemed to be the safe place to go to. Everyone was living safely. People began to trust going back, but never to be truly heard from again. Family members would never hear from each other again, but knew that they were safe. When Missile Kid was about seven is when her parents were gone. She never knew what had happened to them; whether they left for a reason or against their will. She had fled the outskirts of the cities to go into hiding with the remaining people.

That was when she had met two brothers; one with flaming red hair, the other, younger, with blond. They introduced their selves as Gerard and Mikey Way. They had recently lost their parents when a massacre happened in their home town. They had been hiding in their bomb shelter when the attack happened. Gerard was definitely the leader, or at least the more talkative of the two. Mikey was very quiet, often hiding behind his sunglasses. When he took them off, however, you could see a much wiser soul hiding in his youthful frame. Gerard took Grace under his wing when they realized one night that she was really all alone.

It had been by luck that they were reunited with their two friends, Frank Iero and Ray Toro. Frank had been in another town at the time of the attacks while Ray was able to run to safety in the mountains. Ray was found first, dehydrated in the desert, discovered by Show Pony. He recalled being on his way to work when he saw a plane coming lower and lower and lower. He had stopped his car and watched in horror as it skidded and then crashed into a building behind him. He heard sirens going off and knew that he had to hide. Frank had been at his grandparents home, celebrating his grandfather's ninetieth birthday. As irony would have it, they were talking about the World Wars and how he feared something was going on. That was when the news on the television began alerting the world about terrorists attacks happening, everywhere. That was the last television broadcast anyone had seen. Frank knew he had to get back to his mother. He walked, stole cars and bikes to get back to California. By the time he had gotten back, his town was gone. There was nothing but crumpled buildings, trash, and bodies. He was sad to say he never found his mother.

Frank had a little more trouble escaping, being that he had gotten caught by the BL/IND 'police.' They told him that they were there to help him find his mother. The next thing he knew, he was taking pills for headaches he didn't have. He then found that he didn't really care about anything. One night, he was too tired to take a pill and hand gone to sleep. He awoke the next morning, puking from the pain. The pain wasn't just a migraine, it was his memories attacking his mind, forcing him to remember his past; his feelings. In that instant he ran, and didn't stop until he was in the middle of the desert. Once there, he made camp with the few rations he had brought with him. The next morning, Cherri Cola had found him, bringing him to the group.

Once they were all together, they knew that they had to drop their real names. BL/IND had a registry of people's names who were considered 'outlaws'; later renamed to 'Killjoys.' Gerard had become Party Poison, Mikey was now Kobra Kid, Frank as Fun Ghoul, and Ray as Jet Star. Grace wasn't sure what to be called, so the guys go together, deciding to name her Missile Kid. That was the day they had become a family; a true family. Not too long after, they had to flee the refugee camp because BL/IND had somehow been tipped off to their location. The five of them, Cherri Cola, Show Pony, Dr. D, and NewsAGoGo were able to flee together; never to hear from the other nearly 100 people they had been with for three years.

Missile Kid wiped at her eye, shocked that she was crying, at least that her eyes were. There had been times in the past where they feared one of them to be dying, or worse. Mikey had been the worst case. Three years ago, he had suffered from a severe case of pneumonia. His temperature was extremely high and they had no medicine or cold water or anything to soothe him. After a month or so, it had been a miracle that he survived. His immune system had been damaged, making him the easiest to becoming sick again, but he had made it. Frank had broken his leg and gotten a terrible concussion wrecking his motorcycle trying to escape Draculoids a year ago. By this time, they had plenty of medical supplies to help him heal faster. Show Pony had gotten a hit in the arm by a Draculoid, which took longer to heal. He was lucky that his arm hadn't been taken off, just swollen and painful for a while.

A sound suddenly caused her to jump, shaking her out of her thoughts. She turned to head to the side, seeing Jet Star walking slowly up to her.

"Hey kiddo. What are you doing out here alone?" He asked, taking a seat beside her.

She shrugged, looking out into the desert, her eyes fixing on a random cactus. The only things that seemed to live after everything that had happened were the cactus'. Jet Star frowned, putting his arm around her shoulders. "It's going to be okay. We'll get them back." He told her, knowing already what was on her mind. Shit, it had been on his mind the moment he woke up.

"But how?" She asked quietly, slowly, but surely, leaning against his side.

Jet Star didn't answer her, honestly not too sure himself. They had gone in together to save Missile Kid and came out with only one left. Luckily that is. If it hadn't been for Show Pony being quick, Jet Star wouldn't have made it out either. He wanted to go in charging, but that would be worse than their last suicide mission. "I'm going to get them back. Just know that." He kissed the top of her hair, squeezing her closer to him.

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His eyes fluttered open, heavily unfocused at first. He sat up, blinking quickly until his eyes finally became adjusted to the light. He sat up, swinging his legs around the side of the bed. He was very tired but wasn't sure why. The room he was in looked unfamiliar which spooked him.

Standing up, he saw two doors, one of which led to a bathroom. He walked towards it, turning the light on, glancing at himself in the mirror. His face contorted in confusion at the red hair on his head. He grabbed at it as if it was fake. His eyes looked tired but that's not what really got his attention. He leaned closer towards the mirror, using his thumb and index finger to open his eye as wide as he could. Where had the color gone? His iris and pupil were one; black. He flew backwards, stumbling into the door.

He went to the other door, trying to open it but to no avail. "Hello?" He yelled, pounding on the door. He frowned, slamming his fists into the door before going back over towards the bed, sitting down. He placed his face in his palms, trying to calm himself down. What was going on? Where was he? As a matter of fact, who was he?

He began breathing slowly, rubbing his temples. "Think. Think. Think…" He said in a quiet mantra. In his mind, it was blank. It didn't make any sense. He heard a beeping sound, and looked up. A red light beside the door which he hadn't noticed due to panic turned green. An unlocking sound flowed into the room and the door opened. He stood up, waiting to see who was going to come in.

A tall, bald man walked in, eying him suspiciously. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he fully entered the room. Two other people walked in, wearing masks, obstructing his vision of their faces. He wondered who they were.

"I…I'm fine." He lied, unsure if he should trust this man or not. Something just didn't feel right to him. The man walked up to him, taking his face in his hands.

"Have you taken your pills?" He asked calmly.

Party Poison hesitated, giving the other man his answer. "Of course not. You were attacked. We saved you and brought you back where to belong." He walked over to the bedside table, handing him the pills with the glass of water that was also sitting there. Party looked at him suspiciously as he took the pills and glass in his hand.

"Who are they?" He asked, nodding over towards the two people in the room.

"Oh, they're just some of my…helpers. They're going on rounds with me to check on our patients."

"Patients?" He asked, walking towards them. He eyed their masks before going past them, out into the hallway.

"You shouldn't be out here. You need to rest and get back to yourself." The man insisted, lightly grabbing Party Poison's shoulder.

Party Poison turned around, deciding maybe the man was right. Before he was able to walk into the room, he heard something that sounded like glass breaking down the hall. Instinct took over and he ran down the hall, closely followed by Korse and his two minions. Rounding the corner, Party Poison skidded to a halt to see the commotion in front of him.

Five of the 'helpers', all dressed in the same white uniforms and with various masks on were on top of something, or someone. He heard the person, definitely a male yelling. "GET OFF!" He was punching, kicking, slapping, and doing whatever was necessary to get them off of him. The 'helpers' outnumbered him, pulling him to his feet. Two of them hand the man's arms twisted behind his back. Before they got him back into the room, he looked up, making eye contact with Party Poison.

"Don't listen to them! They're lying! Lying! We're friends! Get the fuck OFF!" He shouted as he was pushed back into the room he must have left. Party Poison continued to stare, not sure what to make of this. That person seemed so familiar. Were they really friends? Korse took Party Poison's arm, leading him back to his room.

"Don't listen to him. The rebels got a hold of him and brainwashed him. We're trying to help him regain his memory."

Party Poison stopped walking, dropping the pills. "Wait a minute..no, no, no. This…he was right!" He grabbed his head, not sure why it was suddenly hurting him. He shoved Korse and began running down the hall. He didn't get too far, however, as the 'helpers' who he quickly realized were Draculoids grabbed him, forcing him to the ground.

"I guess we'll have to try another route." Korse side, pulling out a syringe from his pocket.

"No…No, No, NOOOO!"

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"How did they not respond to all the treatment?" The Asian woman asked, staring at her security cameras of Party Poison and Fun Ghoul.

Korse shook his head. "I'm not sure. The one they call Party Poison was confused , but I think it was when he saw Fun Ghoul, it jolted his memory." He frowned, moving closer to the screens, looking in on Party Poison. He was strapped back down to the bed, a needle in his arm.

"And the other?"

Korse smiled, nodding his head to a Draculoid who was near the door. He opened it, revealing two Draculoids on either side of Kobra Kid. "Come forward." Kobra Kid did as he was told. The Asian woman, who was very short compared to Kobra Kid stood in front of him.

"What is your name?" She ordered him.

In a low, monotone voice he answered. "Number 9201."

She glanced into his eyes, smiling. "Yes you are."

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A little longer. I wanted to sort of get a fill of their past-ish. I really hope that you Killjoys out there who are enjoying this story will please review for me! Reviews are what helps me get through writer's blocks!

The good, the bad, I can take it!