A/N: I know, I procrastinated again! My muse is a terrible thing. It comes like a virus out of nowhere and then it leaves. It pisses me off so much. And when I was trying to get my muse back I realized I'm not following events during the killjoy universe (I want to be as accurate as possible) and I just stopped writing. So now I just gave up and went the way I want. So enjoy this next segment and please please PLEASE ! Review and hopefully my muse won't die on me and I'll get another chapter out.

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Gerard's POV

Grace.

Little Gracie.

I could only look at her sleeping form and feel a deep love. I knew I was hooked the moment I met her. She was already like a daughter to me.

"Is he my Daddy, Momma?" Her voice echoed in my mind.

God how I wish I could be her real father.

*~Few weeks Later~*

Time passes fast when you're happy. To say the least, I was extremely happy. All the guys got really attached to Gracie and it was obvious she was attached to each of us in a special way. It was also obvious that Jenny was happy that Gracie had others to love. Gracie even had Johnny, Steve's errand boy, wrapped around her finger.

*~2 weeks Earlier~*

It was a slow day at the diner when Johnny rolled in. Johnny was the mascot for the Noise Revolver Skating Derby team from somewhere in New York. He always wore the same outfit (which really scared me): white and blue polka-dot tights, black thong, a white cut off t-shirt with NOISE in bold letters on it, roller skates and a Blue and white polka-dot helmet. He met Steve a little after the Fires, though he refuses to go into detail about it all. When he rolled in after roaming the zones, as it is now what we call most of what use to be California, he would deliver messages to other survivors and find some tunes to play in Steve's station. When he rolled back home, he was carrying a few vinyl's.

"Hey Gee, What's up?" He asked as he rolled in from outside. I looked up from my food towards him, the slime that was called Power Pup, slid down my throat inn a sluggish manner.

"Nothing much now. But we got some newcomers. Two girls. "I shuddered at the consistency of the kibble.

"What are their names?"

"Uh, Jenny and Gracie. Jenny is Gracie's mom." As I gulped down some water to wash the taste away, I explained the situation to Johnny. By the time I finished Frankie, Mikey and Ray were sitting next us as they ate.

"Hmm," murmured Johnny when I finished the story. "So we're gonna be like protectors to these girls? Like superheroes?"

Hmm…

"Yeah, I guess so." I gave a smile. I love superheroes.

"Well I want to meet them. So where are these girls?"

"Hey Jenny!" I heard a faint thump and a few curses that I hoped Gracie's innocent little ears didn't hear. "Can you come in here with Gracie?"

"Why?"

"Because I have someone you guys should probably meet." I smirked.

A few seconds later, Jenny walked out with a sleepy Gracie and this absolutely pissed off look that screamed 'I'm going to kill you.'

"Jenny, this is Johnny, Johnny this is Jenny and Little Gracie." Johnny rolled over to Jenny and shook her hand. Gracie looked up from her Mom's shoulder to Johnny and shyly waved. It was quiet for a few seconds before-

"AWW! SHE'S SO CUTE!" gushed Johnny. Dear god, it's his flaming side. I mean it's not bad he has a flamboyant side, it's just it can be… scary.

So. Very. Scary.

*~*Present Day*~*

But of course, nothing stays perfect. Least of all for us.

I woke up early, well earlier then usual as the sun wasn't even over the horizon yet. It was silent for a few seconds before a distant rumbling in the distance could be heard. I moved quietly from my room to outside, careful not to wake anybody. As I looked out to the bare desert landscape, I saw the source of the rumbling. At least three maybe even four black Firebird's speeding towards the diner.

Shit…

I ran back in and screamed "WE'VE GOT COMPANY! LOAD UP!" I heard scrambling from every room as I ran back to mine. I grabbed my gun and ran back out, the cars much closer. As soon as everyone was out, I pointed towards different zones to make the battle easier to win. I had Steve and Ray up top hiding behind the N and R, Frankie inside taking 'sniper' shots and Jenny and I hid behind the car. Jenny made sure Johnny was inside with Gracie, to keep her safe from harm.

Slowly but surely the cars came closer and closer, till they stopped 100 feet from the diner. It was quiet from a while before the first shot went off and they stepped out of the cars.

Jenny wasn't kidding when she told us about the masks. Man, they were freaky as hell. After the first few shots, more came out from the cars and soon shots were flying from every way possible. I kept glancing around, keeping an eye on everyone as the shooting was slowing. Frankie, from what I could tell was getting a few head a shot; from the letters, though each one was charred from the amount of blasts that were coming at them, I could tell Steve and Ray were holding up fairly well. Jenny was rushing around trying to get as many as she could with out getting blasted. It seemed like hours of shots kept coming at us, before the final shot was fired.

Piles of bodies strew everywhere, and silence was filling the air. From the areas of hiding, we all moved to the center where the least amount of bodies lay. As we stood there trying to understand what to do, a blood curling was burned into our memory as bright flashes of the ray guns lit up the inside of the diner.

"No…" I heard Jenny whisper, so quiet though to the point I thought I imagined it. Then- "NOOOO! MY BABY!" And she ran inside, guns blazing.

"Jenny!" I screamed at her. Shots kept flying from inside the diner and before I could stop her she burst into the diner. But before I could follow her, Steve sprinted into the dinner. More shots fired through, when-

BOOOM!

A huge explosion tore through the sidewall of the diner. We rushed through into the hole our guns at the ready. As the dust began to clear, we saw one of the monsters on the ground, clearly dead. We searched around before we found them huddled in a corner. I quickly went to them when I saw the blood. A piece of wall was embedded in Steve's back and blood was trickling out of the wound. Ray, Frankie and Johnny rushed to Steve trying to, as careful as possible, move him to the kitchen to check out the wound. Mikey and I went to Jenny and Gracie, who was cradled in her mom's arms.

"Hey," I placed a hand on Jenny's back, who flinched at the touch. "It's dead, Gracie's okay." Jenny shook her head, muttering softly "No, no, I have to protect her. I Have to…"

I gave Mikey a look that screamed HELP! He nodded before moving closer to her. I moved away and walked out side and began to move the bodies into the cars. So many goddamn bodies… As I loaded the last of the bodies, a low beeping caught my attention. I glanced around for it when I found it. It was from this old school recorder for the front seat. I pressed play and on came the voice.

"Konichiwa. I am the head of security at Better Living Industries. You have passed our second test, congratulations. But don't celebrate just yet. Because you have passed this test, it means our next batch has to be much better. And, as I know you must be wondering why we targeted that woman and her 'child' is very simple. We want a perfect world, a perfect place where no abominations like that woman's wretched child. No such thing can live in our world, at least, until we can change her to perfection. Don't make a mistake, give us the child and we promise you all that you can live in our world with us all together: in perfection. Sayōnara."

I stood frozen. Gracie? An abomination? To hell with that. If Gracie was an abomination, then I was a goddamned woman. I stood thee in silence for a while before Mikey came up to me.

"Hey. So I managed to move Jenny to her room, but she hasn't let go of Gracie yet." I nodded softly, "And Steve, well, he lost a lot of blood but Ray, Frankie and Johnny were able to get the wood out of his back. But they aren't sure the extent of the damaged." I nodded again, but didn't face my brother. He noticed my lack of response. "You okay?"

I shook my head. "We've got a bigger problem." I said, handing him the recorder.

A/N: Okay so I'm really sorry that it took me forever again. My muse is strange and confusing, but honestly I got obsessed with Phantom Of the Opera, so my mind was on Phantom fics. It might take me a while before I updated again, but this time only because I can't find my outline. So once again, SORRY!