A/N: *is found under table with metal pot on head* CJclark you can't have my brain it's mine! However you may borrow it as you wish. Your review made me literally laugh out loud in thought I was crazy :D also some ppl seemed to think that this is the first story with Bob. He's in the Christmas story and this story kinda tells how he got where is was. So yeah hope ya read that. Sorry it's taken 2 days to update. I've been busy and then youtube decided to attack my eyes with its awesomeness of "Starkid Potter" productions. If you don't know. Look it up it'll blow your mind.

They rode in the back of the van for what seemed like forever. They had no sense of time or direction. Gerard sat up next to what felt like Mikey and Frank. He could taste the blood on his lip. His cheek still stung when he moved. They all sat in silence. He wasn't sure if it was the shock or anger that kept them that way.

Finally the van stopped fast. They could hear the doors opening and the feet of Draculoids. The Draculoids opened the doors letting the sun blind them as it flooded the back of the van. They all squinted and shielded their faces when they were pulled out of the van with force. The Draculoids pushed them to their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. They were cut free and the Draculoids got back in the van and drove off. They stood up and watched the van fade in the heat of the desert. There was literally nothing around. No trees, no shade, no roads, not even large rocks. It was just a wasteland.

Gerard rubbed his wrists and blocked the sun with his hand.

"If we start heading east we might be able to make it to the city by night fall." Gerard said squinting. He felt something hard hit him in the back.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Bob shouted taking a step back. "She's the one who sent us here, and you want to go back!"

Gerard shoved him back.

"Hey! Fuck off man! It wasn't her fault! I believed her!" Gerard shouted ready to fight.

"What more proof do you need?" Bob spat. "She just happened to be at my computer and bam! Draculoids show up minutes later!"

"They carried her away too! She was bound and tossed in the back of a van like the rest of us!" Gerard put his arms out. "We have to—"

Suddenly the dust kicked up and the sound of vehicles surrounded them. Before they knew it they were surrounded by small jeeps and sand buggies. The people in them shouted and hollered. They had goggles and bandanas over their mouths and circled them like hungry buzzards. Finally the cars stopped. The dust was well kicked up around them. They tried to see through the dust clouds and breathe through the dirt but it was difficult. One of the drivers got out. He was a tall man heavily decorated in miscellaneous items and weapons. He lifted his goggles leaving a pair of circles around his eyes.

"Well, well, well…what have we here?" He had a thick southern accent. He sneered and spat into the dirt. The group closed in to each other to get away from the gang.

"You boys a bunch a dem there BL/ind soldiers?" A skinner one asked in a high squeaky voice.

"No! We're killjoys!" Bob shouted stating his dominance.

"Iz tha' right?" The leader smirked. "Yall don' look like any killjoys I met?"

"We're new." Gerard said sarcastically. The leader chuckled. Bob stepped forward.

"Your PIGS aren't you?" He asked looking around to the rowdy group.

"Damn straight." The leader spat again. He had a large chew in his lip. "Now you mind tellin me who the hell you boys are."

Gerard looked to the others and cocked his head to the side.

"I'm the Breakfast Monkey. This is Crazy Boy." He said grabbing Frank by the arm and then Mikey. "An this here is Tinkle Fish. Now if you wouldn't mind telling us how the hell we can get to the city and we'll be out of your hair."

The leader eyed him up.

"I like yer style boy. You got one hell of an attitude to talk to a group of PIGS like that. You got some pretty big balls. Now why would you wanna head back to the city?"

Bob grunted.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" He shouted and turned to Gerard. "How the hell can you go back! It is a trap! Just admit she doesn't fucking care about you!"

This was it. The final straw. Gerard pulled back and hit Bob square in the jaw. The PIGS pulled them off of each other.

"Easy! Easy boys! Now I'm not sure what we caught you in the middle of but, if you wanna head towards the city that's a journey you'll have to take alone. However, if yall wanna join up with the likes of us feel free to hop in a jeep. We'll take all the help we can git!" The leader said. Bob eyed them up then Gerard.

Gerard looked to the others.

"What do you guys think?" He asked them. "We're a team. This is a team decision."

They all stood quiet for a few moments. Mikey scratched the back of his neck.

"I'm in bro. You know I am." Mikey said looking up then to Ray.

Ray shrugged.

"I'm in. It's the least I can do. I've been with you these past few days and it's enough to know what the truth is. Besides…I'm not sure if um…PIG life style is my thing." Ray said looking to the rough and scruffy men.

Bob snarled.

"Fine. But don't expect any help when you guys get ghosted! Come on Frank!" He said turning and getting into a Jeep. He stopped when he realized there was no response. He turned to see Frank in the same spot looking at his shoes.

"Frank, get a move on!" Bob insisted. Frank scratched his neck and then his arm.

"I…I'm not sure I wanna go." Frank mumbled.

"What!" Bob turned outraged. "How the hell can you say that you hardly know them!"

Frank backed up a little and closer to the group.

"I don't think she's evil…if that's the case…she needs our help man." He couldn't bear to face Bob.

"After all I've done…fine you junkie! Go ahead and die! You'll all regret this I swear it!" Bob shouted and got in the jeep. The leader looked from the jeep to the group and then got in his car.

"I wish ye boys the best a luck." He said with a salute and like that they were off.

Suddenly the desert felt a lot more alone. Gerard squinted over the horizon. He could see the outline of the city. It was well over a day's walk. They'd be walking well into the night. Gerard turned to the others.

"Thanks…" He said quietly. "Thanks for having my back…especially you Frank. I know that was hard for you."

Frank shrugged.

"He was a little too extreme for me any ways. Besides…I need somebody to make toast." He said with a mild wink and a light smirk.

"We'd better get moving." Gerard said as he started walking. As they walked he could feel the sensation of uncertainty and fear bubbling up inside him. He hoped to god Bob was wrong but there was always that underlining doubt he was right. He had to prove him wrong.

Victory woke up on a small white cot. She lifted herself up and looked around. She was in a small white room with a large glass wall and no doors. BL/ind Prison. She tried to wake up but she could tell she had been drugged. She also had no sense of how long she'd been out for. She looked down. She was dressed in a cotton white shirt and cotton white sweat pants. That was the one thing she hated. BL/ind seemed to always lack color. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she already started devising a plan to escape. Her concentration was broken when an invisible door opened up in the glass wall and two Draculoids emerged. They held cuffs out for her to put on. She turned as they clasped them around her wrists. They ushered her through the halls and to a large lab. Her heart stopped when she saw the face that greeted her.

It was her father.

"Hello my dear." He held his arms out to hug her. "I'm sorry they had to bind you like this. You were hysterical when they found you."

Victory bit her lip and looked away.

"This is fucked up. Even for you Zulo." She said as if to herself. She looked up and met him eye to eye.

"System shut down." She said. The Korse bot lowered its head and slumped a little.

From behind her she heard slow clapping. She turned to see Zulo standing there.

"Very impressive." He smiled. "I'd hoped to win you over with hypnosis and do things the simple way but I see you already know about the android."

Victory backed up a little.

"Let me guess." She cocked her head to the side and smirked. "You faked the bombings. Tried to kill me and my father after you found out I was next in line. Failed. And now you want to use the Korse bot and me as your puppets. Does that sound about right to you?"

Zulo smiled.

"Very impressive. They said you were smart but I had no idea you could figure all this out on your own." He stepped up to the Korse-bot.

"See the problem is the damn thing doesn't listen to my voice. It is programmed to do simple commands but I can only go so far. It has a backup system that keeps me from running the computers or giving it certain commands. Now I know your father taught you a trick or two on running these machines. I want you to poke around and find a way for me to control him." Zulo lifted the Korse-bot's arm.

Victory raised an eyebrow.

"And if I refuse?"

Zulo chuckled.

"Then I kill you…which would be a shame considering what I have in store for you."

"And what would that be?" Victory said through her teeth.

"I have seen you over these years and I think you might be a perfect candidate for a new drug that I've wanted to test out." He held up a syringe.

Victory backed up a little more.

"MCR." She whispered.

Zulo's smile grew.

"I see you saw the files we 'let slip' to that rebel boy's computer. Silly boy forgot to turn his web cam off. That's how we tracked you. Your face was scanned and processed. We'd known your location but needed to pin point it and make sure you stayed there. After we saw you snooping we set up the icon for you to click. I knew your curiosity would get the best of you." He chuckled.

"What the hell are you building an army for?" Victory snapped. "The war is over! You were the one who bombed!"

Zulo sighed and set the needle down.

"The war is over but the world is still imperfect. You will always have people constantly trying to fight and kill by the hundreds. The world is the lowest it's ever been in population numbers. I formed an alliance with the Japanese company and together we will rid the world of depression, pain, and feelings of self-doubt. We can make the world perfect. Can't you see that? By building an army I can get rid of those rebels who call themselves Killjoys and finally live in a utopia. It's for their own good. I need a leader to my army. You seem to fit the bill in mental, physical and age type. It works best in children, giving them time to develop still. You're a little old but I think we can get by for testing if anything else. After we are done with testing I'll use it on other human specimen and change out these Draculoids for something a bit more useful."

Victory's jaw dropped.

"You want to drug them all into mindless zombies!" She shouted. "That isn't perfection! That's domestication to the world by pumping them with drugs and filling them with lies! I can't let you do that!"

He sighed.

"Then you leave me no choice. Guards, take her to the Memory Chamber. Have her memories cleared. I'm not sure hypnosis is strong enough for her. Then I want you to proceed with the drug transfusion. We can find an alternative way to control the Korse-bot."

The guards gripped her by the arms.

"NO!" She shouted and struggled. "LET ME GO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

The Draculoids had little trouble lifting her up and carrying her out. They stopped and one stood up and pressed a finger to its ear.

"SIR. SERVAILENCE HAS JUST PICKED UP FOUR PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE BUILDING." The Draculoid said and lowered its hand.

Victory snapped to this. Zulo picked up a remote and lowered a screen. Four familiar figures sulked through the dark of the city. The video footage was silent but it was still clear who they were.

"Gerard!" Victory whispered. Zulo turned to her.

"I see your friends are persistent. That wasn't an easy hike for them. I'm afraid their efforts were for nothing." Zulo said and brought a wrist up to his lips. He pressed a button on a bracelet.

"Exterminate them." Zulo spoke but Korse's voice sounded. The button beeped.

"Affirmative." A voice on the other end answered. The figures on the screen suddenly started ducking and dodging. Flashes surrounded them. They tried to return fire but had little coverage.

"STOP!" Victory pleaded. "PLEASE STOP! I'll do anything! Just don't hurt them."

Zulo raised an eyebrow. He pressed the button again.

"Hold fire."

The light show ended and the four boys sat crouched behind a wall.

"Interesting…." Zulo said with interest. "Why should I let them live when I could easily kill them and have you completely forget this event later?"

Victory bit her lip and put her head down.

"I'll do it. I'll override the safety feature on the Korse-bot."

"Hmmm…not enough. I could have you do that any ways. What is so special about these four?" Zulo eyed up the screen.

Victory fell to her knees.

"You want to test your drug right? We'll I'm not sure you could find four better candidates. I've spent the past week with them and you couldn't find a better team. They are caring, loyal, and think on their toes."

He could tell every word she spoke was the truth.

"Administer the drug into them and you'll have your tests. I don't care what you do with me. Just let them live."

Zulo thought over this for several minutes. Slowly he raised his wrist to his lips.

"Bring the captives in…alive." He said and released the button. On the screen several Draculoids filed in and zapped each of them. They dropped quickly and were scooped up like bags. He walked to Victory and hoisted her up so she was eye to eye with him.

"I'll allow them to live under one condition…"

Victory looked up.

"You are now my property. You will refer to me as Sir or Doctor. You will override the safety feature. I will be in full control. Your rebels will be administered the drug. However their minds will be completely erased of any memory of you. You will reside behind the scenes helping me control the machines and computers your father set up."

Victory nodded.

"Also." He added. "You will be the one running the Memory Chamber and clearing any connection they have to you. If you try anything, leave any memory in their mind of these few days, try and contact them, or restart their memories, I will kill them. Do you understand?"

Victory looked up.

"Yes…sir."

A/N: Gah. I know cliff hanger! I'm sorry. It was the only way to end this and not have it in the middle of something. Sorry to hear about so many ipods breaking :( that really sucks I've been there. Review when you can and hope you the best. Also I'll update when Cjclark updates "music and Lyrics" ...so hound her untill she does or no chapter and if you don't know who she is...look her up. She inspired these stories so yeah DOOOO IIITTT...love you chloe :D

xoxo Victory out