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Art Is The Weapon: MCR Fanfic

Art Is The Weapon: MCR Fanfic

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 3, 2016
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My Chemical Romance
The year is 2019, in a tropic desert. Humanity is crumbled, and society is influenced by a tyrannical beast, which is referenced to as Better Living Industries, BL/Ind. It has been controlling people in the belief that they are making their lives better- when in fact it is ripping the souls from every human being, turning us into soul-less robots, draculoids. They try to recruit people starting in their teens- in which there is one school they target. Some are hopeless victims- under the control of the others. But there are some that know the secrets, some that are not of the same crude matter of the regular mundane human. They're Killjoys, and they're special. BLI has captured many of them, eventually testing, and then killing them, in the hopes that none of these "problems" or "rejects" will affect their totalitarian society. However, there was one, the daughter of a ruthless leader for a rebel base. She had almost broken them down. She had fallen in love with a technician of BLI. He was forced into the job for his intellect, but he too wanted to destroy BLI. The two fought battles as rebels, until one day they conceived a child. Not long after the child was born, the legend and rebel died fighting Scarecrows. The baby was found by a middle-aged couple, refugees of the industry. They took her in their care, where she grew to be a highly intellectual, beautiful person, but she has archaic powers and could destroy anything she wished, causing chaos to ring out. Through school, she meets four brilliant individuals- the members of the band bringing hope to the desert, My Chemical Romance. Battles will be fought, massacres will occur, but these few people could be the saviors of humanity or the destruction of life, and it all starts with a girl named Scarlett Rose.
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Based upon the Rise of the Beasts A nineteen year old girl who has gone through her life as an unwanted person from her parents manages to find herself on her feet in the city of New York. She is not wealthy by any means, but she was comfortable and that was all that made her happy. She has herself a seemingly nice boyfriend and she believes that her life will only keep going up and up. But when she purchases her first car, her relationship with her boyfriend comes into question. And in the midst of that, she finds herself before four autonomous, robotic, organisms hiding on this planet. Information that she thought was a dream, along with the displeasure coming from the leader, believing she needs to be dealt with. When she does manage to flee and attempt to get back to her boyfriend, bricks of truths fall upon her in ways she never imagined. And when the autobots find her again, she finds a new friend within the autobot who came to her by chance when she bought herself a new car. Even Optimus will feel his wall fall away slowly the more time is spent with this girl. And he learns there is more to humans than meets the eye. And when a darker threat reveals itself in a way they never though possible, and a possible way back to Cybertron, Optimus sees the courage in this girl even more. Especially when she finds herself wanting to help them get back home. Something he finds himself surprised that she is willing to help him. It is as if something has changed, and he did not know why or how that is possible. And soon enough, his cold exterior may have just fallen away. Or could his processor be mistaken?

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