It always seems as if I'm running. Running from the horrors of my past. Running from the monsters of my present. Running towards a little run down diner in my future.

2019. The year of, before, and after the BLI takeover. They took everything, destroyed everything. All colors were taken away. Clothing within the new "real world" consist of blacks and whites. Battery city being the soul of everything. Just picture it. A world so strictly colorless and heartless. Apocalyptic. Now, enter the killjoys. Those fighting the system. The ones in the colors. The ones that are to be found and eliminated, executed, ghosted; you name it. Party Poison being more or less the ring leader. Now that you've pictured that, the killjoys with their laserguns and profanities, enter in a woman. A young woman. A 19 year old girl on the run, running from the past, running from her future. Running to anywhere she may belong. She has long lost her true name. Those whom have seen her call the woman, "Shadow Shock." What, may you ask, will happen when she happens to run into these revolutionists, her facade being lost in the dust. Trigger warning: selfharm; suicidal thoughts;

Gerard, AKA Party Poison, has felt something was missing since his best friend's parents left for Battery City after the fires of 2012, but with his brother and the 'fro man he still fights on. Frank was raised in BL/ind and taught by their ways, but has he had enough? What happens when Frank can't take the fake happiness of The Company anymore?

Those Fabulous Killjoys have got nothing on us! Meet the Feminine Killjoys: Black October, Romantic Revenge, Horror Angel and Fallen Dreamer. These four fiesty females are the complete oppposite to the Fabulous Killjoys and are proud of it too. Each with a bone to pick against the other team, these two groups of four have plenty of reason to hate eachother. But what happens when Black October's younger sister gets kidnapped and the two teams are forced to work together? Chaos. A My Chemical Romance Fan Fiction.

Mikey told me to never let go of the memories. Ray told me I should keep the memories close to my heart. Frank told me I should write them down. Gerard helped them exist again. And Bob? All he really ever did was beg for us not to push him down the stairs This is the story of Neon Rage and her rag-tag group and their extreme disfunction, trying to save the world and MCR. SLOW UPDATE! Also I don't own anything except for the idea. I don't own any stores, or places, people. I wish I did though.