KILLJOY. On Dec. 21st, 2012, four kids are kidnapped and meet up in a BL/ind. Draculiod trainee center. They escape, but where are they going, and what the hell are they planning to do?
"Oh, that's it! COME AT ME BRO!" he challenged before bravely retreating behind his snow fort, which was really nothing more than a mound of snow.
"I WILL come at you, bro! Prepare to taste snow!" Gerard's voice rang.
The time was 4:20 PM, December 21st of 2012, when the world was supposedly going to end. Who believes in that anyway? Not Frank or Gerard, certainly not. They were enjoying the thick snowfall that they had awakened to that morning. Everything was beautifully white and pure, with the crisp snow blanketing each tree, lawn, and house. There hadn't been any snow like this all winter, and the two boys (along with the rest of the neighbourhood) were making the most of it.
They weren't really dressed well for cold weather; Frank wore blue jeans that were secured with a belt, along with a white long sleeved shirt that was a size too big, with nothing over-top but a Misfits hoodie. Gerard wore something of a similar kind; black jeans that fit perfectly, a red long-sleeve shirt, and a Smashing Pumpkins sweatshirt over top. Both boys had been sensible enough to wear gloves and snow boots.
Running outside earlier that morning, that had declared an open snowball war upon each other, and built small forts to shield themselves behind from attacking snowballs. Gerard was winning so far, being with more spheres of snow and a larger fort than Frank.
Gerard flung two more snowballs throughout the air, the spheres whirling by at an incredible speed. He heard a thud, as well as a "No fair!" from Frank, meaning he had hit his target. It was all about speed and size here in Gerards yard, along with angles and distance.
"DEATH BE UPON YOU, LASSIE!" Frank screamed as he ran up to Gerards fort and shoved cold snow down the back of Gerards shirt. "MUWHAHAHA!"
"Hey, that's not fair!" Gerard said before shaking around in an attempt to get the icy frozen water out of his shirt, and barely succeeding.
"It's fair in my elf book."
"Since when do elfs have books?"
"I stand corrected."
"You sure do, you foo-"
Frank's friendly insult was interrupted by a loud sound that reminded him of motorcycles. An enormous gang of deathly motorcyclists, outlaws that nobody wanted or needed. Gerard and Frank both snapped their heads to the right, where the sound was coming from.
"What was that?" they both whispered without reason to whisper quite yet.
Their question was answered when a flock of...well, a flock of somethings rammed up the street. They were dressed in white formal attire and wore what were hopefully ugly masks over their faces. The mask consisted of black hair that was tossed this way and that, with similar bushy black eyebrows and large slits for eyes. A red circle with small fake fangs was where the mouth ought to be. The mask was rubber-looking, and unreasonably terrifying.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!"
Gerard and Frank ran to the house, which was sat at the end of the cul-de-sac. They tripped multiple times and boosted each other back up along the way. They made it to the house when the gang of 'demons' stopped right in front of the home. Frank locked the door and ran screaming into the living room where Gerard was already locking windows and having a proper meltdown. Nobody was at home; Gerard's family had gone out to a park for sledding with his little brother, Mikey.
Barring doors and windows didn't help like the two expected. Before they could come up with a plan, or even mutter three words to each other, the entrance door was banged down by a few of the monsters.
"We know you're in there. Just walk out, we mean no harm."
Frank and Gerard looked at each other. Frank had a few tears running down his cheeks from fear, but that's not crying, and he looked scared to death.
"Gee, I wonder if busting down the door qualifies as 'no harm'," Frank joked, despite the situation.
Gerard's jaw tightened, but even so, he managed to smile.
"Might as well go out there."
Gerard scooped Frank up, bride style, and carried him cautiously into the kitchen where the intruders were. They were stood with white guns at their sides, arms crossed.
"Thank you for complying. We," one of the things gestured. "are Draculoids. Dracs for short. We are here under the order of Korse. He owns Better Living Industries, a corporation that is involved with almost every company in the world. The label can be found on most anything, from the food you eat to the TV in your living room, assuming you have one."
Frank had had his face buried in Gerard's chest. Being about 2 years younger than Gerard, Frank was a bit more vulnerable and weaker, looking to Gerard for protection and comfort. It wasn't pesky, but Frank knew it was extremely feminine of him.
Now, Frank had mustered up the courage to turn his head to the Dracs, biting his tongue to choke back any scream in advance. He took one look and whipped his head back into Gerard's comforting chest, squeezing his eyes shut so tight that they felt like they would rip. Frank felt thuds following each other, indicating that Gerard was walking around.
Indeed, Gerard was moving around his kitchen, shuffling through the cupboards with one hand while the other supported Franks lightweight body. He pulled out a box of instant-rice and looked on the front for a label that read "Better Living Industries".
"The logo is a black face that's smiling with a black bar underneath," one Drac explained.
Gerard merely looked over his shoulder and raised his masculine eyebrows before turning back to the box. Sure enough, there on the back underneath the directions, was a little smiling face that had sparkling eyes.
"Okay, I found the smiley guy, what does it have to do with anything?" Gerard demanded.
"Better Living is here to round up every youth to work for them. Adults are to be exterminated."
With that, the Dracs ganged up on confused Gerard and a cowering Frank. One Draculoid took out a syringe and stabbed Franks back, pressing all of the clear fluid into Franks blood system. Another Draculoid did similar to Gerard, puncturing his shoulder and depositing the unknown liquid into his veins. Of course, both boys struggled momentarily against the men, but were quickly sedated from the syringes. Gerard and Frank collapsed into a pile on the floor, Gerard still holding onto Frank and Frank still clinging to Gerards jacket.
24 hours later...
Frank woke up, squinting his eyes as a bright light invaded his retinas. Holding his hand in front of his face, he sat up and yawned while his eyes adjusted. He looked over for Gerard- that asshole probably won the snowball fight, but oh boy, Frank was gonna doodle on his with permanent marker while he slept, just you wait Ge-
Gerard wasn't there. In fact, there was an unknown room.
Frank looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He was in a room that was a shocking white, and the bed he was sleeping in consisted of the same colour sheets and pillows. He swung his feet over the bedside and stood up.
The walls were bare besides one poster that read "Medication throughout the day keeps Korse away!" with a picture of the BL/Ind. logo in each of the posters four corners. The room was impeccably clean; as far as Frank could tell, there wasn't even any dust.
Franks clothes were relatively new-looking and feeling as well. He had completely changed into an all white outfit. White dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a white tie. The only things that weren't white were Franks shoes, which were cassette black, and his chestnut hair. Thank Morrissey, that hadn't been dyed white or covered with the ugly mask that the Dracs wore.
A white door was on the right to the bed Frank had just stood up from. Being frightened, scared, yet curious as a fourteen year old should be, he walked over and pushed the door open with a soft shove. He peeked his head out the door and looked left and right. Nobody was there, so he felt a little more confident and stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Turning down the corridor he was in, he noticed that there multiple doors similar to his. Maybe Gerard was in one of those rooms! Gaining a flame of hope, he decided to try each door and see if Gerard was inside one of them. He walked briskly over to the first door next to his and turned the knob quickly, popping his head inside as he pushed the door open slowly. A girl with large blue eyes and natural black hair was looking at Frank from a bed, her eyes almost pleading to know where she was. She was dressed in a thin strapped white dress that reached above her knees and black ballet flats.
"Sorry..." Frank said, embarrassed, before closing the door softly shut. He tried the door next to this room. He found another girl, this time with larger brown eyes that seemed glossy and chestnut hair the same as Franks. She was short and thin, also like Frank, and was dressed the same as the last girl had been. Frank had a feeling that her eyebrows had been plucked or waxed, because they were much too thin and small to be all-natural. Her nose was somewhat pointy, like a ski-slope, and her skin was an ivory shade. He felt much more comfortable with this girl than the last, and he wasn't sure why.
"Hi...I'm Yvette. Who are you?" she spoke. Her voice was on the verge of sounding mezzo, but it was comforting and experienced sounding.
"I'm Frank...I'm fourteen, how old are you?"
"I'm fourteen too." she said, smiling.
"I'm just gonna...like, you know, leave..." Frank said, blushing.
"Can I come with you? I want to know where my friend is, and I might find her if I walk around with you."
"I guess, I'm sorta looking for my friend too."
"Great! Maybe we can find somewhere to change into our old clothes, I hate dresses..." she trailed off, muttering.
Yvette and Frank tried each door in the hallway. They didn't find anyone they knew or who they were looking for. Disappointed, they ran over to a small window, looking out for a sign of civilization, or at least to get an idea of where they are.
They had to look down.
The building they were in was stories high - Frank guessed that they must be somewhere around on the 30th floor. Finding Gerard was hopeless, he could be on any of these floors! Yvette was saddened as well - where could her best friend Nicole be? Walking away from the window, the two decided it would be best to descend downwards. Maybe the floors were ordered by age, and older was the way to go.
Frank skipped two steps at a time as he flew down the stairs him and Yvette had found at the end of the hallway. Yvette followed behind him, quickly going one step at a time. When they reached the bottom of the staircase, they met a hall that was exactly the same as the one they had just leafed through.
Frank was the first to open a door that was directly next to the stairs. He saw a boy about 3 inches taller than him standing up, reading the poster that was also in Frank and Yvette's rooms.
"How old are you?" Frank inquired, making the boy jump slightly.
"Um...fifteen..." he answered.
Frank slammed the door. He was looking for sixteen year-olds, not fifteen year-olds. He turned to Yvette.
"This floor is for fifteen year-olds. I need to go down a level."
"My friend is fifteen. I'll stay here and look. I'll bring her down the stairs if I find her and look for you?" Yvette suggested.
Frank nodded and turned on his heel. He heard Yvette sigh momentarily before hearing the clicking of her flats against the cold white tile. He raced down the next stairwell and forced the first door he saw open. No, that kid isn't Gerard...he opened another door. Nope, not him either.
The last door was at the end of the hallway opposite to the stairway. He took a breath and opened the door slowly, like when you're late for class and are prepared for Hell from the teacher.
There Gerard was, asleep, unlike all the other teenagers. Frank squeaked with joy and pounced onto Gerard's bed, shaking him roughly to try and awaken him. Frank slapped Gerard after about a minute of shaking, and Gerard finally came to, groaning.
"I wanna slee- AAAGGH!" Gerard screamed, his eyes bulging as he noticed a smiling Frank extremely close to his face.
"WHERE'S THE FOOD MAN, WHERE'S THE FOOD?" he screamed again.
"Uh, in the kitchen?" Frank suggested.
"Now you know I mean 'what the [expletive]'."
"I know, but hurry up, we gotta find a way out of here. Those things that practically banished your door to the Nether? They brought us to this creepy place that's all white and orderly and filled with kids, we NEED to get out!"
"Dude, okay, let's look around real quick and...hey, I'm in a tie. I bet I look good..."
"Sure, you look beautiful, now let's get up and go," Frank said sarcastically and hurriedly.
Gerard and Frank stumbled out of the white and surprisingly comfy bed before slamming the door and rushing over to the stairs.
"Wait a second," Frank said before he shouted up the stairs.
"YVETTE! ARE YOU UP THERE?"
"YES! I FOUND NICOLE! SHE WAS UP IN HER ROOM MAKING A STINK, AND WHEN I SAY STINK, I'M LITERAL."
"I was NOT!" a voice screeched.
"Uh...who's that?" Gerard asked Frank.
"You'll see. YVETTE, NICOLE, COME DOWN HERE AND MEET GERARD."
"OKAY, IS HE CUTE?" a voice asked, Frank and Gerard guessing it was Nicole.
"OF COURSE, I JUST CALLED HIM BEAUTIFUL, LET'S GO!"
"Does my hair look okay?" the two boys heard.
"Sure, sure, it looks fine.", the voice growing louder as the two girls skidded down the stairs and stopped to meet Gerard and Frank.
"Okay, Gerard, that one's Yvette," Frank said with a point. "and I assume that one is Nicole."
"You are entirely correct. Nicole, he's Frank, and that other guy must be Gerard," Yvette said.
"Yeah, last time I checked, I was named Gerard."
"Okay, introductions are over. We seriously need to get out of here and find our old clothes first," Frank said impatiently.
Before they ran down the stairs next to them, Frank and Gerard took a good look at Nicole. She was as tall as Gerard, but not as skinny, nor as pale. Gerard's ribs practically stuck out when he took a breath, and his skin was close to being burning white, so Nicole was most likely of a normal weight and had olive tone skin. Her eyebrows had been bleached, but not as of recent, for they were beginning to look a little orange. Her hair was a natural blonde-orange that wasn't quite yet ginger, and the one front quarter of her head had been shaved. Nicole's eyes were somewhat hazel, with a few flecks of brown in the green. It all was married with shapely plucked eyebrows and a Croatian nose. She looked pretty overall.
After racing down about 20 flights of stairs, they stopped for a break. Gerard and Frank leaned against a wall while Nicole and Yvette sat on the stairs, catching their breath. So far, the four had seen nobody. Didn't anybody else want out, or were they just too scared or stupid to open the goddamn door?
"Okay...are we all good to go? We probably only have like, 10 more floors," Yvette asked, her voice drenched in hope and exhilaration from this dream-like time in her life.
"I'm good," Gerard spoke, obviously still tired.
"I'm ready to go," Frank confirmed.
"Let's do this!" Nicole piped up. Surprisingly, she was the only one that didn't seem tired.
Yvette kept silent, but nodded in agreement to the others with a weary smile.
The four gathered their strength and shuffled down the last flights of stairs, slower than when they had started. Still no sign of life outside the white doors, and still no sign of the Draculiods. However, as they approached the first floor, Frank stopped and motioned for everybody to be silent and to listen.
"Is everybody secured?" a sharp female voice demanded.
"Yes, ma'am." a deeper male voice answered.
"You may leave."
The sound of a door shutting and footsteps walking away from the door and away from the staircase was heard by all four teenagers. Frank began to whisper.
"Okay, if that lady starts flipping out, one of us will just have to shut her up. Like, roundhouse kick her or something." he suggested.
"Frankly, Frank, only Chuck Norris can do that." Nicole said in a sarcastically friendly tone.
"Then we'll ambush or run. Let's go." Gerard interrupted, obviously in a hurry to find his clothes.
Gerard burst out of the small bubble the four had made and ran down the remaining steps, the other three trailing behind him just as quickly. They skidded when they saw a short Asian woman with scary dark red lipstick noticed them, her slit eyes growing wide with alarm. She punched a button on the side of the wall she was next to conveniently.
"Okay, fleeing it is then!" Frank squeaked.
Yvette ran up to the short woman and grabbed her by the collar of her suit, which was, surprisingly, not white.
"Where are we?" Yvette demanded, venom in her voice. Frank and Gerard actually shrank back in fear.
"At..Better Living...HQ for trainee Draculiods..." the woman gasped out, also afraid of Yvette.
"Thanks." Yvette said coldly before throwing a fist in the woman;s face. The Asian woman fell to the floor unconscious.
"Okay," Yvette said, glancing at the other three. "maybe I didn't have to knock her out. I guess I throw a punch harder than I mean to," she continued, smiling sheepishly. "Any of you find a door that says 'Clothes' or something?"
Nicole spoke up. "There's a couple doors, but there's one that has a sign that says 'Disguises To Be Incinerated'. Let's look in there."
"Okay, let's go guys." Gerard said, caught up with the plan.
Frank, though still shocked from the scene Yvette had made, ran over to the door with the other three. Nicole was the one to open the door. Frank pushed his way to the front and looked in the room, astonished.
"Boy, when they say 'disguises'..." Gerard said.
The room was much like a basement, with no decoration. The only thing differing the two was the mass amount of clothing piled about. From bright yellow skinny jeans to Aviators to green vests and black leather jackets, there was EVERYTHING. There were even shoes and makeup, all of them in wooden cubicles that indicated their brand or size.
"Let's go through and look for some new clothes...I can't imagine we'd find our old ones." Yvette suggested.
That's just what they did.
Frank barely had to search. On the top of a pile there lay a black and yellow shirt, with yellow for sleeves and black for the base. He also found a rusty green coloured vest with two breast pockets and a zipper in the front. He changed quickly into those and found a pair of black leather pants that his waist was too small for. He kept it up with an old military cord belt he found laying nearby. He also found a shoulder holster for a gun - though he didn't carry one, it looked cool, so he kept it. He topped it all off with an American Flag sweatband for his wrist and black combat boots that fit and had room to grow into.
Gerard took a little longer finding clothing to his liking. Digging through the same pile of clothing, he found gray skinny jeans that he secured with a black leather belt. He also found a black shirt that felt a little loose, but fit all the same. He also found a pair of black, finger-less leather braces for his hands that he slipped on. Like Frank he found a holster, but this one fit at his thigh. His best find was a blue leather jacket that consisted of a logo that read 'Dead Pegasus' on the breast and a red pill on the back that with a red X underneath. He changed into all of his finds and finished with a pair of black boots.
Yvette and Nicole took the longest, both being girls.
Yvette found tight fitting blue skinny jeans that she herself found very appealing. To her great delight, she found a Social Distortion patch on one pocket, and a CKY on the other. With a somewhat time consuming search, she also unveiled a tank top that displayed the British flag running downwards. Yvette also found a bright red bandanna that she tied around her neck, like her favourite bassist, Lynz Way. Yvette had found a pair of fingerless, black-cotton gloves that extended to halfway to her elbow. The only head accessory she wore was a black beanie that matched the gloves. A little necklace of two linked handcuffs also accessorized her neck. Her shoes were red high-top Converse, an item that took her moments to lace up. The makeup category of the room excited her greatly, and she used black liquid liner to hopefully impress Frank with the way her eye colour popped. Yvette knew she had no time to use all of the makeup she wanted, so she threw a few items/articles of clothing into a large beige knapsnack.
Nicole's outfit was more simple. She had found a noodle-strap tank top with a faded green and black design that looked cyber-goth and a black cloth vest, which she put over it, letting the vest hang open to show the tank top. A silver spider necklace was matched with black button earrings. She wore black shorts with black leggings that reached her knees, and flat, black boots that reached to the beginning of her thigh. Nicole also had been thrilled by the sight of so much makeup, and so she applied bright red lipstick and a small amount of black eyeliner, barely rimming her lower lid.
Frank had found four pairs of silver Aviators that he handed out to each person, everyone taking a pair and thanking him. Yvette also gave everyone their own bag. Nicole received a black tote, while Frank and Gerard were given matching blue knapsacks.
"Okay, now that we're dressed and look cool and stuff, should we come up with fake names or something to top it off?" Frank asked. "I don't think we'll want anyone but each other to know our real names, with all that's seemed to happen."
"So like, stage names? A bit like what Marilyn Manson did?" Yvette asked.
"Yeah, that seems best," Gerard replied.
"Well, I always did like the name Étaín...perhaps Étaín Corgan?"
"You'd like an elf from Lord of the Rings that married Billy Corgan," Gerard said, rolling his eyes jokingly.
"I would think we should have our names include things we like or find important. I love Lord of the Rings, and I love the Smashing Pumpkins," Yvette said, sticking out her tongue at Gerard.
"Mine's going to be Nitro Adrenaline. Nitro for short, that's it. No background story," Nicole said with a teasing look to Yvette, who was now blushing.
"I think I should make mine something with killing a party. Or intoxicating it." Gerard said.
"Um...'Party Poison'?" Frank suggested.
"That's my name then; Party Poison."
"And I want mine to do with Halloween since that's when I was born... something with 'Ghoul' in it?" Frank pondered.
"Fun Ghoul. You're fun to be around, so..." Yvette suggested, blushing an even deeper red colour.
"Fun Ghoul it is." Frank said.
Everyone will now be referred to with their new names.
"Let's leave now, yeah?" Party Poison said.
"Yeah." the three other agreed.
As the four were walking out the door, they spied a series of masks that were hung up next to the exit. They all decided to take one each, in further addition to their outfits. Fun Ghoul took a cheap Frankenstein mask, ironically; Party, a small yellow one that covered some of his face with slits for his eyes; Nitro took a plain black one; and Étaín stole one that was similar to Partys, but was deep red and had black clown like stripes over the eye slits. Party and Fun Ghoul grabbed another two gun holsters like their own and gave them to Étaín and Nitro, just in case.
They walked out of the room and were met with a deserted hallway. The Asian woman from earlier was gone, a bad sign to the four. They quickly found another door across from the Disguise room that had things called 'ray-guns' inside. They looked quite fake and plastic, but after Fun Ghoul pulled the trigger on one and left a hole in the wall, they seemed pretty real. Party took a yellow one; Fun Ghoul, a green; Étaín, a black; and Nitro, a purple one. They held the guns at their sides, ready to use them if needed.
They walked cautiously out the door once again, Fun Ghoul (now referred to as 'Ghoul') motioning them that this was a time to be silent and stealthy. Party had spotted a glass door that led outside; he could tell from the blue sky and desert ground.
Just as they were going to exit, a flash of white light flew by Nitro's hair, frying the ends slightly and leaving a shattered hole in the door. All four turned around and concluded they were being attacked by several Dracs.
"STOP! PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN AND DO NOT RESIST!" one shouted.
"MAKE ME!" Étaín screamed, firing her black ray-gun and hitting the Drac (who had shouted) squarely in the forehead with a dark light. He stumbled back before falling with a crack to the tiled floor.
"GET THEM!" the Dracs shouted at the same time the four young kids screamed it. Immediately, the room was nothing but flashes of colourful lights and groaning Draculiods. Ghoul was a horrible shot at first, but as his confidence grew, so did his aim. Étaín shot precise and where she wanted to from the start. Party and Nitro were silent as they fired away, average with their shooting.
Soon, the room was filled with the sick smell of burning rubber, dead or injured Draculiods, and a quartet of oddly dressed teenagers that fled within a flash. The fact that it was winter didn't seem to comply with this place; it was dreadfully hot, and the only vegetation around were dying ferns here and there, as well as a cactus that seemed thirsty.
"Well...where do we go now?" Party asked.
"Um..." Nitro said.
"ONWARD TO THE GARAGE! I bet there's vehicles of some sort in there, and maybe we could use them to look for help. Or maybe to find a place to live," Étaín said.
"Yeah, I don't really wanna go home at all. I have a horrible thought of what happened to our parents because of something a Drac said when Gerard and I were kidnapped. We could be like a little gang or something and live together," Ghoul suggested with hope.
"Until we get sick of each other, then we'll all just have to live alone. Fat and alone," Étaín laughed.
Ghoul, Party, and Nitro laughed as well. They rushed over to a small, wide, white building whose door Nitro tore down easily, much like Party's old house door. Inside of the garage, there seemed to be miles of white motorcycles. Each kid hopped onto to one and revved the engines, happy to find that they were full of gas and ready to go.
"We can paint them later and customize them," Nitro suggested happily.
"We can!" Étaín said.
"Hey, you know where we are?" Ghoul asked, gaping at a map on the wall.
"Where?" Étaín asked.
"We're in California!"
"No WAY!! I lived in England!" Étaín and Nitro said in unison.
"We're from New Jersey! Wow, we got taken FAR," Party spoke.
"And it says here," Ghoul continued, looking at a chart that had been plastered on the other side of the map, "that everybody's been 'enclosed'? Like, everybody in the world. And there are buildings like this all over Cali. They want to turn us all into Dracs, I think."
"Killjoys..." Nitro muttered.
"Hey! Killjoys! That's what we'll call ourselves! And if we find anybody like us, we can tell them!" Party exclaimed, with obvious joy.
"Yeah!" the three others agreed.
The quartet hopped onto four motorcycles that were parked in the front row. They then realized that somebody must open the garage door in order for them to leave on the bikes, so Party groaned loudly as he got off and ran over to the power switch for the garage door. He jogged back as soon as the door began to lift from the concrete ground, situating onto the chosen motorcycle.
As soon as the enormous door had been raised completely, the teenagers revved the engines and lifted their feet off of the ground. They all seemed to know how to drive the vehicle, save Fun Ghoul. He wobbled a bit at first, but with a balancing of his elbow and a smile from Étaín, he was able to stand steadily.
"Are we all ready?" Nitro asked.
"Ready!" Party replied.
"I'm almost there, just gotta learn how to drive..." Ghoul muttered worriedly.
"I think I'm all right," Étaín said with confidence.
"What're we waiting for? The sun to explode?"
Fun Ghoul had a mind to complain. "It sure feels like it will, ugh..."
"Shut up Fr-..Ghoul." Party retorted, not used to the new names quite yet.
The four teenagers sped off into the dry California desert with a giant ball of radiation called the sun hanging overhead.