A short kind looking man walked on the pavement. He had ginger hair and light skin that almost seemed to glow in the sunlight. Perched on the top of his head was a grey fedora and the frames of his glasses shined radiantly. Although his mannerisms were that of a carefree and optimistict young man, he seemed to have something of great importance to take care of. As his arms swung in rhythm with his walking, the silver briefcase he had handcuffed to himself became increasingly more noticeable. Little did he know what would become of him, or what would soon become of California. No one was aware of what the future held in store for them. And no one knew that a malicious cult, that would later come to be known as Better Living Industries, had already began it's take over of society.
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The Killjoys and The Youngblood Chronicles
FanfictionWhat if I told you that Trench, The Youngblood Chronicles, The This Is Gospel Trilogy, and Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys were all the same story from different perspectives.
