Undead (A Michael Vey Story) Chapter 1, a michael vey series fanfic

Hey guys. So I know I have not really been updating my other two stories in the past couple of years, especially Firebreather: Evolution since I have gotten positive reviews for that story. See, the problem is that I don't write very often and since I have a steady job and started college last August, I still don't write my stories as often as I should. Basically I get an idea of what I want to write in my head, but then I write it for a while and just forget about it and not continue it at all. I am trying my best to remedy that. Plus, I used to write each chapter of a story, then post it and after it has been posted, write the next chapter, post it, you get the idea. I never really stopped to take my time to write out over 1000 words. Just bear with me guys. I'm starting to make my chapters longer and hopefully it works out.

Now that that's out of the way, let me tell you about this story. Ever heard of the band Hollywood Undead? They're a nu metal/hard rock band that is really popular and my favorite band. The members all have stage names and wear customized masks to look cool (I don't know if they still do anymore due to them not wearing them in some of their music videos). Well, this story is about 4 of my favorite characters in books, comics, and anime and 2 OCs being the members of Hollywood Undead. It is inspired by the story, "The Boys Behind The Masks" by XxxblackwolfxxX. This will be cross posted across the 4 fandoms the characters are in. And before you ask, I have already decided the pairings for each member.

Charlie Scene: Ooh, will there be salsa?

Johnny 3 Tears: Hell no! The last time we went to a party, you stuck your wang in it! So no! And Jay, stop making out with your girlfriend! Aw, man, do you have to get your saliva on the couch? Gross!

J-Dog: *flips off J3T*

Danny: Start the story already, Berry boy!

J3T: I will... WHEN YOU STOP CALLING ME BERRY BOY, MR. TOXIC TICK!

D: *throws a toilet seat at J3T's head*

J3T: Hey! That better be unused!

Funny Man: Yo, Charlie, you said there would be weed I could light up at this shindig, so where is it?

CS: Funny, I never said there was going to be weed. You were stoned out of your mind.

Da Kurlzz: Anybody seen my hair gel? I know you took it, Charlie!

Crashmanboy: Why do I put up with such morons?

All: SHUT UP, CRASH!

For a group of friends like Ichigo Kurosaki, Percy Jackson, Michael Vey, Bennett Bordeaux, Peter Parker, and Randy Isaacson, staying normal was extremely hard because of their lives as a famous band. But the thing was, each of them covered their face with a mask so nobody knew what they really looked like. They also had stage names that they called themselves onstage during concerts and public appearances. Percy was known as J-Dog, Ichigo called himself Johnny 3 Tears, Bennett went by Charlie Scene, Michael had the moniker of Danny, Peter was Da Kurlzz, and Randy referred to himself as Funny Man. Known as Hollywood Undead, with the name referring to the fact that the friends went to their first concert in Los Angeles, they were very popular with the middle school, high school, and college communities because of their music being classified as a fusion of rap and rock.

They lived together in a large house on the outskirts of Manhattan and did online courses sponsored by a K-12 program while they were not playing in front of sold-out crowds. Unfortunately, the band manager had been in a meeting with the band members' adult supervisor and the two came to a decision that would change that.

"What do you mean we're going to school? All of us are doing well in our online classes. So why?" questioned Michael. He was upset with the woman who was taking care of them, Hera Juno, because she did not ask them if they even wanted this. Ichigo scowled even deeper than usual when Hera had told them while the rest of the group was simply curious at what exactly the news meant for the band's future.

Hera sighed. This was not going to be easy for her one little bit. "I know this isn't ideal, but look at yourselves. You don't have any friends outside of the band, you only interact with each other, you need to socialize with more people." At that sentence, the friends groaned.

Yep, not one little bit.

Bennett cut in, "Honestly, I just want a little bit of normalcy for once in our lives. But what about us playing? If we go to school, are we still able to play?"

"I got in touch with your old friend Kisuke Urahara. His underground club/bar needs a couple of bands to play and I was able to get you the main slot for however long you are in school," Hera said. "He can keep your identities hidden by giving you a discrete exit so you can get out of the building quickly and quietly."

They figured they could make it work. Then Randy asked a question they immediately regretted.

"What school are we going to?"

"Olympus High."

Silence followed. All musicians proceeded to scream out, "No! No, god no!" referencing one of their favorite lines.

Percy then flew into a rage. "We are not going back to that school! One, we hated it there, two, we were humiliated by the jocks when we first went there, and three, Olympus High is where the Hunters of Artemis go! They despise all men and believe we are all evil and will never change our 'vile ways'. They especially hate us. I have caught tons of silver parka-wearing girls lurking nearby when we have performed and they have these murderous expressions on the faces like they want to kill us."

The band really did not want to go back to the school. They had very few friends there and each of them had girl problems, meaning each member was hopelessly head over heels for a girl that they thought they had no chance with. They were good friends with the girls, but the sextet most likely would not be recognized by them. Come to think of it, nobody would know who they were. The members had changed considerably during their time away from Olympus High. They all had grown taller than 6'1", gotten various tattoos, and had different hairstyles compared to before becoming musicians.

A light bulb went off simultaneously in their heads. Nobody would recognize them. They widened their eyes and looked at each other, wondering if they all were thinking the same thing. A cheeky grin appeared on each of their faces.

Michael was the first to voice their thoughts. "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" In response, the smirks got even wider.

Hera looked a little lost at what was happening. "What are you six smiling about?"

Peter looked at her, still sporting a grin. "Think about it. We look completely different compared to when we all left Olympus High. No one will know who we really are. We can start over again. No bullies, no jocks to humiliate us, none of that. Plus, if we still want to play or practice from time to time at school, we can just play songs from other bands and not wear our masks. Even if someone does recognize us, they won't mess with us. We look too intimidating."

Understanding their reasons, Hera nodded, glad that they agreed. She only wanted them to stop dwelling on the past, and if they thought a fresh start was what they needed, then that was okay with her. "Ok, you're starting in a week. Just don't do anything reckless. I don't want to see you six hurt like before."

"We'll be okay, Aunt Hera. It will be better, I promise you," the orange haired member assured her. "Boys, let's make an impact on Olympus High, shall we?"

The streets of New York were busy at 8:00 in the morning. Cars and buses whistling by, the morning sun shining down on the businessmen walking to work, the suburban areas quiet as—

"Gods damnit, didn't you turn off the light in the truck after we came back from the mountains, Yoruichi?"

"Shut up, Thalia! You were the one who left it on, Sparky!"

Well, not that quiet.

Thalia Grace and her friends were parked in a Starbucks parking lot a mile from Olympus High with her Chevrolet Tahoe out of power and waiting for someone to help jumpstart the truck. Needless to say, all of them were not happy with their predicament because they had less than an hour to get to school and there weren't many people around to ask to help them. They had gone into the shop to each get a coffee and Thalia had started the Tahoe after they came out of Starbucks when it just died. Many curses and swearing followed from the owner of the black SUV which lead to the current situation.

Each of them were some of the most popular girls at Olympus High. Thalia was the archery team captain, Yoruichi Shihoin was the head of the karate club, Taylor Ridley was captain of the cheer squad, Anna Marie was the founder of the art club, Tia Halibel was the star of the women's swim team, and Nelliel "Nel" Tu Odelschwanck was part of the student council. They were all beautiful in their own right and were best friends. They had also been friends with six other boys who were aspiring musicians, but the six boys disappeared after they were victims of a unmerciful beat down by a group of jocks and their instruments were destroyed by some of the school's resident Hunters of Artemis who decided that they had to be taken down a peg, just because they were "talentless men who were oppressing the great and talented female musicians", and to make matters worse, both incidents were public, meaning most of the school saw what happened.

It had been a little over a year since their friends left Olympus High and the girls missed them dearly, wondering each day where they were. Thalia and Yoruichi had gotten into multiple fights with the Hunters and jocks over what they did to the boys. Tia cried herself to sleep most nights, whispering to herself, "I never told him how much I cared for him." Nel drowned herself in work, trying to get the teachers and administrators to punish the jocks and the Hunters for the incident and limit the female supremacist group's influence on other girls since other boys at Olympus High had been attacked like Ostin Liss after he defeated a female student in a school wide trivia competition and Leo Valdez after the mischievous Latino boy harmlessly flirted with a group of girls. Taylor shut herself in her room sometimes, refusing to leave unless the rest of her friends went out to go somewhere with her. And Anna painted and painted until her hand was numb, trying to forget that horrible day. Sometimes they all went to hang out together to numb the pain at small restaurants or diners.

However, they decided to go to the mountains for a weekend in October to get away from school and have some fun for once. But one of them left the light on in Thalia's truck, causing the battery to run for most of the night after they came back and it eventually died when they got their coffee from Starbucks and exited the store. The Green Day enthusiast was not pleased in the slightest.

Anna suggested that they call Thalia's dad, Zeus, and get him to bring his car and some jumper cables to restart the battery and she responded with a flat "No."

Tia said, "Well, many other students come to this Starbucks all the time before school and school doesn't start for another hour. So we can wait until one of them shows up."

"I guess that works," said Yoruichi.

The conversation switched to music. They talked about upcoming albums and Thalia was excited about the next Green Day release. Then Taylor asked the group about a particular band that had been making waves in the music world.

"Hey, anyone heard about that one band that released their first album over a year ago? The rock band that nobody knows who they are or what they look like?" she asked.

The group looked at her. The resident punk had heard of the band and so did the rest of them, but they never really listened to their music. "Yeah, they wear masks and each have a unique stage name. You're talking about Hollywood Undead. They put out four albums in the span of a year and a half and they are releasing their fifth in less than a month. It is extremely rare for an entire band to release so many songs in so little time. I know Green Day did something similar sometime ago, but Hollywood Undead did within two years of their debut. That has never been done before and it is damn impressive. And their music is really good." Thalia stated.

Nel looked like something was bothering her. "Wasn't that the band the Hunters hate so much because they sing about women, partying, drugs, and other topics?"

"Yeah, and I heard at some of the gigs they play at, the Hunters attempt to stalk and unmask them. It was what got Miss Artemis Diana at our school investigated by the FBI because the band's manager got them involved after an overzealous Hunter decided to attack them at an interview for an event. Here, I'll play one of their best songs."

Thalia pulled out her phone and searched for the band and pressed play. Pretty soon, "Undead" by Hollywood Undead began belting out of the phone's speakers.

(AN: Okay I know in real life Deuce was the frontman at the time when Swan Songs was released, but the band re-recorded some of the songs on the original album with Danny as the lead vocalist, but not all of them and I know Da Kurlzz left before Five was released, but for the story's sake act like Danny sings all lead vocals of Swan Songs and Da Kurlzz never left the band. Not hating on Deuce or anything like that, it's just easier to write the story when the members who have been together the longest as a group are part of the story.)

"Undead" by Hollywood Undead

All: Undead!
Danny: (Undead)
All: Undead!
Danny: (Undead)
All: Undead!
Danny: (Undead)
All: Undead!
Danny: (Undead)

Da Kurlzz: (Undead!)
Danny: You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today
You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say
'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway

Johnny 3 Tears: Look up and see that motherfucking writing on the wall
When you see J3T thirty deep, he's down to brawl
Fuck all haters I see 'cause I hate that you breathe
I see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease
I got HU tatted on the front of my arms
The boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car
'Cause we drunk-drive Cadillacs, we never go far
But when you see us motherfuckers, better know who we are
I got one thing to say to punk-asses who hate
Motherfuckers don't know but you better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these faggot-ass punks
You don't know what it takes to get this motherfucking drunk
I'm already loud, maybe, it's a little too late
Johnny's taking heads off of all faggots who hate
'Cause I'm like God, motherfucker, there's a price to pay
Yeah, I'm a God, motherfucker, and it's Judgment Day!

Da Kurlzz: (Undead!)
Danny: You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today
You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say
'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway

Da Kurlzz: (Charlie Scene!)
Charlie Scene: I'm getting used to this nuisance of fags who badmouth this music
How fucking stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this
You cowards can't, you never will, don't even try to pursue it
I took the chance, I played the bill, I nearly died for this music
You make me wanna run around pulling my guns out and shit
You're tempting me to run my mouth and call you out on this, bitch
How ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this
You need to slit your wrists, get pissed, and go jump off a bridge
What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
What? You think I just got lucky, didn't work for this shit?
Bitch, I've been working at this ever since I was a kid
I've played a million empty shows to only family and friends
What kind of person would diss a band that deserves to get big?
I'd hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kid's lips
That shit's as worse as it gets, this verse is over, I quit
Signed "Charlie Scene" on your girlfriend's tits!

Da Kurlzz: (Undead!)
Danny: You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today
You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say
'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway

Da Kurlzz: (J-J-Dog!)
J-Dog: White boys with tattoos, p-pointing right at you
We're breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom
Pack of wolves 'cause we don't follow the rules
And when you're running your mouth, our razor blades come out
B-but you always press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the west
I grew up on drive-bys and LA gang signs
So what the fuck you know about being a gangster?
Da Kurlzz: (Uh-huh!)
And what the fuck you know about being in danger?
Da Kurlzz: (Whoa!)
J-Dog: You ain't doing this so you know you're just talking shit
Mad at all of us 'cause every song is a fucking hit!

Da Kurlzz: (Undead!)
Danny: You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today
You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say
'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway

All: (Undead!)
Johnny 3 Tears: Motherfucking time to ride, ride
All: (Undead!)
Johnny 3 Tears: See you duck when we drive-by
All: (Undead!)
Johnny 3 Tears: Motherfucking time to ride, ride
All: (Undead!)
Johnny 3 Tears: Won't you punks just die, die, die?
All: (Undead!)

All of the girls, save for Thalia, were speechless. She had heard the song being played on the local radio before and was not surprised at the others' reactions.

Tia was the one to break the silence. "They are awesome! Yeah, they cuss a bunch, but still. That is a great song. Just how popular are they?"

The purplenette of the friends looked up the band on the internet. "Probably the hottest music group to hit the airwaves since Taylor Swift, according to the critics on many different music review sites. It also says that many different people have tried to find out what the group looks like and their real names. No one's had any luck though because they always wear their masks when they perform or go to public events." the dark skinned girl said.

They then heard LINKIN PARK and Papa Roach booming from two separate stereos and turned their heads to see a black Dodge Challenger Hellcat and a blue Ford Mustang GT pulling into the lot and parking in front of Starbucks.

"Who do you think that is? It is certainly not one of our classmates because no one in our school drives a Challenger or Mustang. And they are parking in the student section." questioned Anna.

"Don't know, but they got good taste in cars and music. They must be new students cause those spots are only for those enrolled in Olympian High." responded Nel.

The two cars sides opened up and the occupants stepped out. The girls went bug eyed at the sight of the boys that exited the cars. They looked familiar. Very familiar.

They all wore shades and hoodies and were tattooed, if the ink on their hands peeking out of their sleeves was anything to go by, and three of them were heavily tanned while the rest had varying shades of tanning on their skin, but the hair of each boy was different. One had raven black hair with streaks dyed blue in an extreme spiked quiff, another had dark brown hair in an undercut, the third had shaggy orange hair, the fourth's hair was dirty blond and gelled into long spikes with shaved sides, the fifth had midnight black hair gelled into a fanned mohawk with the fan dyed blue, red, green, and auburn, and the last had medium brown hair spiked into a faux hawk with the sides of his head shaved.

The reason why they looked so familiar was the color of their hair. It was the exact same as their old friends. But the hair was styled differently.

The boys went into the coffee shop and came out a couple minutes later with drinks and started talking to each other.

Anna blurted out, "Okay, you're seeing what I am seeing right?"

"Yep. Though I don't believe it." said Taylor.

"Ditto. It is like looking at Ichigo, Michael, Randy, Percy, Peter, and Bennett in the future." Yoruichi said, in shock at seeing who were essentially clones of the boys they knew so well.

"If they are new students, we might as well ask them to help start the Tahoe," Thalia said. She walked over to the boys. "Excuse me. We are having a bit of car trouble. The battery's dead and we need someone to help us restart it. You don't mind helping us, do you?"

"Not a problem." the boy with blond hair replied. He got in the Challenger and drove over to the Tahoe, parking right in front of the SUV. He popped the hood and trunk of the car and got out jumper cables from the trunk. The rest of the boys walked over to where the girls were.

"Are you going to Olympus High?" Thalia asked.

"Yeah. We used to go there, but we switched to online classes a while ago. We just now decided to go back to regular classes. I'm F, the guy with the mohawk is Charlie—"

"What's crackin'?"

"—the redhead is Johnny—"

"Yo."

"—the guy with blue streaks in his hair is Jay—"

"Sup."

"—the brunette with the undercut is Dan—"

"Hello."

"—and the brunette with the faux hawk is Kurl."

"Hey."

"I'm Thalia. The others are Tia, Nel, Anna, Taylor, and Yoruichi. Are those your real names?" she asked.

"They're our nicknames. Alright, Jay! Fire it up!"

F had given the jumper cables to the kid with the quiff and Jay set them up and he started the Challenger and it roared to life. The Tahoe did the same.

Thalia breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn't be late after all.

The boys all got in their cars with Jay and Kurl each driving and pulled up to the girls.

Jay rolled down the window a little. "Well, see you at school."

The punk girl said, "Thanks for helping us."

He smiled at her, a genuine smile. "I will always be around to help you, Pinecone Face."

They drove off with the radio booming out music.

Thalia whispered to herself, "Pinecone Face... PERCY! Girls, Jay just called me Pinecone Face. Only Percy calls me that! No one else knows about that name. Those boys didn't just look like our friends, that was actually them!"

Tia looked hopeful. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. Damn, they really changed."

But the girls wondered, just how much did they change?

C: What happened here? Anyone want to tell me why the stove is destroyed, where the hell Funny got weed to begin with and why is he doing the Chicken Dance naked on the roof, how come the upstairs bathroom mirror has the words, "Crash is a dingbat and a single lonely loser" spray painted on the mirror, why is the neighborhood pizza guy is tied up, and... are those the cops?

JD: Oh crap! Guys, run!

C: Officers, please excuse their moronic tendencies and stupidity.