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Anytime You Want (Chapter One)

GERARD'S POV:

California 2019...me and Frankie's 17th year together. Strangely, everytime I talk to Mikey, I
feel things I haven't felt for Frank in forever. I love Frank, and I love Mikey, but he's my
brother for God's sake! I have to love him! I think I'm just overwhelmed.
Today was the day I was going to propose. We have a beautiful
relationship and a beautiful adopted daughter, Missy. Me and Frankie call her
"Missle Kid". Times have been dangerous around here for days...weeks...hell, MONTHS...Better
Life Industries have been on our trail. They want to take away all hope, freedom, and
humanity from everyone in the world, including our new home, Battery City. I don't show it, but
I'm scared. Bob has already bit the dust by cancer. We believe he was drugged, because BLI
found the cure for cancer, but also found a way to cause it. Basically, me, Mikey, Ray, and
beautiful Frankie had to save the damn world yet again as who we are. The Killjoys.

FRANK'S POV:

Gerard's been acting weird lately...I feel like he's turning away from everyone...except for
his younger brother, Mikey. I feel he's probably overwhelmed. Missle Kid is growing up very
well. She's like a younger version of all the Killjoys in one person. It feels
like she's gonna save everyone. We have me, Fun Ghoul,Gerard,
"Party Poison", Ray, "Jet Star", and Mikey, "Kobra Kid". I feel like we've come a long
way. 18 years ago, we're recording a demo in an attic, while Gerard's singing along in the
bathroom. 17 years ago, we put out an underground album. It was called, "You Brought Me Your
Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love". We were proud of it. About six years ago, our band, My
Chemical Romance, split. We had better things to do, like learn to shoot and stuff like that.
We started out as crime fighters, now we have to save the world. Again. I think Gerard is
much worse, mentally, about it then me. He seems really stressed and pressured. I'm worried
about him.

Time Lapse: 2 Days, 13 hours, 27 minutes

Gerard's POV:

Ok, so I got him to this diner. It's a shabby, rundown old place, but still nice. We were
sitting at a booth, just me and him. Mikey was in the bathroom, Ray was tuning up our kickass
'68 Trans-Am, which we designed. Now's the time. I looked him in the eyes. "Frankie, my Ghoul, my love"
I started and reached into my pocket. "I have a question." He was tearing. I pulled the ring encased
in a bag, in a box out of my pocket. "Fun Ghoul, will you m--". Then I heard a loud scream followed
by the sound of a ray-gun. "BLI...we gotta go!" I said, feeling like crying. Mikey, Ray, and Missle Kid quickly
hopped into the car and left the diner.

Mikey's POV:

I don't know what the hell that was, or who. But, what I do know is, Gerard looked upset, and Frank looked
even worse. I turn to Gerard as Ray was at the wheel, "What happened big bro, you okay?" He stayed silent.
"GERARD!!!" he snapped, "What in the hell can you possibly want, Michael James Way!?" I widened my eyes.
"Sorry Mikes. I'm just stressed."

Anytime You Want

GERARD'S POV:

California 2019...me and Frankie's 17th year together. Strangely, everytime I talk to Mikey, I
feel things I haven't felt for Frank in forever. I love Frank, and I love Mikey, but he's my
brother for God's sake! I have to love him! I think I'm just overwhelmed.
Today was the day I was going to propose. We have a beautiful
relationship and a beautiful adopted daughter, Missy. Me and Frankie call her
"Missle Kid". Times have been dangerous around here for days...weeks...hell, MONTHS...Better
Life Industries have been on our trail. They want to take away all hope, freedom, and
humanity from everyone in the world, including our new home, Battery City. I don't show it, but
I'm scared. Bob has already bit the dust by cancer. We believe he was drugged, because BLI
found the cure for cancer, but also found a way to cause it. Basically, me, Mikey, Ray, and
beautiful Frankie had to save the damn world yet again as who we are. The Killjoys.

FRANK'S POV:

Gerard's been acting weird lately...I feel like he's turning away from everyone...except for
his younger brother, Mikey. I feel he's probably overwhelmed. Missle Kid is growing up very
well. She's like a younger version of all the Killjoys in one person. It feels
like she's gonna save everyone. We have me, Fun Ghoul,Gerard,
"Party Poison", Ray, "Jet Star", and Mikey, "Kobra Kid". I feel like we've come a long
way. 18 years ago, we're recording a demo in an attic, while Gerard's singing along in the
bathroom. 17 years ago, we put out an underground album. It was called, "You Brought Me Your
Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love". We were proud of it. About six years ago, our band, My
Chemical Romance, split. We had better things to do, like learn to shoot and stuff like that.
We started out as crime fighters, now we have to save the world. Again. I think Gerard is
much worse, mentally, about it then me. He seems really stressed and pressured. I'm worried
about him.

Time Lapse: 2 Days, 13 hours, 27 minutes

Gerard's POV:

Ok, so I got him to this diner. It's a shabby, rundown old place, but still nice. We were
sitting at a booth, just me and him. Mikey was in the bathroom, Ray was tuning up our kickass
'68 Trans-Am, which we designed. Now's the time. I looked him in the eyes. "Frankie, my Ghoul, my love"
I started and reached into my pocket. "I have a question." He was tearing. I pulled the ring encased
in a bag, in a box out of my pocket. "Fun Ghoul, will you m--". Then I heard a loud scream followed
by the sound of a ray-gun. "BLI...we gotta go!" I said, feeling like crying. Mikey, Ray, and Missle Kid quickly
hopped into the car and left the diner.

Mikey's POV:

I don't know what the hell that was, or who. But, what I do know is, Gerard looked upset, and Frank looked
even worse. I turn to Gerard as Ray was at the wheel, "What happened big bro, you okay?" He stayed silent.
"GERARD!!!" he snapped, "What in the hell can you possibly want, Michael James Way!?" I widened my eyes.
"Sorry Mikes. I'm just stressed."