Young Volcanoes (Young Bloods Sequel)

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The bodies of staff from the research center are confirmed that of doctor John B. Lite and his associate doctor Leslie Walker. Other bodies were found, but have yet to be identified. Patients have escaped and are considered a dangerous threat. The growing mutation rate is getting out of hand, and now we have even more loose on the streets. How long do we have to wait until another victim of these geneticly wrong creatures hurts someone in the community?

We have a list of patient records from the research center to help identify and recapture these threats. Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Patrick Stu-

"Brend, can we turn that off?" I asked as the TV droned on, listing our names.

We had escaped a month ago, but we were still prisoners. We weren't free. We were now just in hiding. We were constantly in fear of the possibility of being recaptured. The first news cast went up the same night of our escape.

Søren, David, and Louis had parted ways with us. They had decided that they had helped enough and needed to move on. So they did.

The rest of us stayed together. Ryan, Brendon, Spencer, Frank, Gerard, Patrick and I. Oh, we had Josh and Tyler too...During the time of our escape we learned that they really aren't bad guys. Although, under Doctor Lite's influence, even the sweetest person can be a fucked up son of a bitch.

We moved constantly. Any way to avoid capture. We enhanced our abilities, so if we ever needed to fight back, we'd be ready. We sent scouts constantly, to look out and get food or anything else we could need.

For now, we were in a crappy motel room. All of us. In one. With two beds. (Paid with cash of course). That's the only reason we had a TV in the first place.

"Yea man." Brendon nodded, hopping up from where he sat on the ground in front of the TV to turn off the power button.

"Thanks..." I said quietly. I looked down at the sleeping figure with his head in my lap. Patrick may have been back, but he wasn't completely better. He had nightmares almost nightly. He would always wake up in a panic, unable to blink away the yellow filter over his eyes. The only thing that could soothe him was my touch and seeing the blue of our glow when our skin touched. For now, I was just running my fingers through his hair, hoping he'd sleep a bit more peacefully this way.

I looked up around the room. Frank sat on the bed with his legs crossed. He hadn't spoken since we left the place they claimed to be a research facility. He only spoke to Gerard through their link.

Gerard was currently asleep next to Frank, his hand resting on Frank's thigh.

Brendon was in front of the now blank TV with Spencer, appearing to be in a heated debate of some sort. Spencer had learned to control his cool slightly better since escaping, but he was still new at best. Ice crystals were forming on his cheeks as he continued to argue with Brendon.

Josh was sitting in a chair by the door of our room. He was waiting for Ryan and Tyler to get back. Mostly Tyler though. They had a strange bond. They wouldn't completely share it, but they did this weird handshake a lot...I guessed that was something to do with it.

Tyler and Ryan were our current scouts. Tyler was fast and energized while Ryan could find him the best paths to take as well as the best places to grab from. They made a good team, but nothing compared to the team of Brendon and Ryan or Josh and Tyler.

Patrick stirred slightly and I looked back down at him. His face was scrunching up and he was whimpering softly. I shushed him, running my fingers through his hair and letting our glow shine brightly. His stirring calmed, but his whimpering continued.

I just wanted him better...I wished I could make him better...

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A/N~aaaaand sequel intro complete

Whatchya think guys?? I'm excited!! Young Bloods was my favorite story to write and WE'RE BACK BABY!

so we are here a month after Young Bloods (not too long but I think just soon enough) and it's another struggle for survival...Can they make it out alive twice?..

Also! Just kind of a quick quote of someone's interpretation of the song Young Volcanoes (basically what sold me on this fic title)

We can be freed from whatever is holding us back or hurting us, but most of the time something will have to be destroyed first.

I think that's a good sum up of the first book, leading into the second. Let's see how this rolls.

Love you guys a lot for supporting this and my other fics, okay? **hugs you all**

Okay bye

~Skittles Out~