Author's Note- How wonderful! Another MCR Killjoy fan fiction! I decided to write this mostly based off of inspiration from Danger Days. The intro is pretty short, but trust me, it gets so much better. Before I go, I'd like to let you in on a little secret.
I don't know the plot line yet.
Yeah. I have the BASIS but I'm still toying with a few different outcomes. Well, I'll shut up now.
-Madison (bandgeek13)
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It's almost funny how quickly things change. One minute, my life was perfect. I was perfect. The next minute, the whole damn world fell apart, and I was sent reeling into a backlash of epic porportions. At that instant, when I knew my life was over, I went running as fast as I could from Battery City.
The cool desert sand stuck to my standard issue boots. It was late night, well, it pretty much wasn't even night anymore, and I was still trying to get more distance between myself and the city. A hazy glow of red appeared on the horizon. Any minute now, the sirens would sound in Battery City, and Korse would know that I fled during the night. I kept running. In my eighteen years of life, I've learned no matter how much distance you put between yourself and the draculoids, they'll always find you. The sun had begun to rise even more, and the desert, still cool from the night, began to warm. I looked over my shoulder towards the direction of Battery City. I couldn't be more than thirty miles away. That wasn't far enough. The draculoids can cover a lot of ground in one day. I stopped dead in my tracks and crumbled to the ground.
I had made a stupid, stupid mistake.
