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And, like Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr., like Malcom X and Susan B. Anthony, he was going to do something about it.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Fantasy - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Warnings: [V] - Published: 2013-12-27 - 3670 words - Complete

| July 14, 2012

Gerard wasn’t expecting Battery City to be so… grayscale. Every building was some form of white, and it scared him to death. But the people were friendly (and, luckily, were not dressed like the people who worked at Better Living Industries), so Gerard accepted it.

The hospital was highly advanced. Frank continued to ask questions about how the machinery worked, which a hospital technician cheerfully answered. He even signed up for Battery City’s medical school.

Gerard, however, was with Mikey, as one of the doctors checked his younger brother’s hand.

“There is nerve damage,” the doctor explained, “but it’s not as serious as your friend thought it was. It is, however, permanent, but with medication, the pain and numbness should be kept to a minimum. Doing simple tasks such as writing may be more difficult than before, but it shouldn’t hold you back any more than, say, a sprained wrist.”

The doctor filled out a prescription and handed a copy to Gerard. “His medication should be ready in an hour. You can pick it up in the pharmacy downstairs.”

Gerard thanked the doctor as he and Mikey left the room. They found Frank having an interesting discussion with an Asian woman about lobotomies.

“They’re helpful, yeah,” Frank said, “But they pretty much leave you a shell of your former self. This is why people tend to use medication rather than cutting out a piece of their brain. Plus, it’s a lot less messy.”

“While I do agree with you in that matter,” the woman said, “The lobotomy is a permanent solution. This prevents any… complications in case the patient forgets their medication.”

“C’mon, Frank! We gotta go,” Gerard called.

“Aww, come on! I was on a roll here!” Frank whined.

“The debate was very interesting, Mister Iero,” the Asian woman said, “I do hope we can continue this discussion later.” With that, she turned to leave.

“Who was that, anyway?” Mikey asked.

“I dunno,” Frank said.

| October 13, 2012

For the past three months, Gerard noticed that Mikey was acting… different.

It was a fairly gradual change. It started with Mikey not showing much interest in things he would’ve done weeks prior to the Pig Bomb. Mikey showed no interest in seeing this new band, The Mad Gear and Missile Kid, nor did he seem to want to listen to the music he already enjoyed. When Gerard found Mikey’s favorite Anthrax CD, Mikey said something about getting rid of it.

The changes got more noticeable as time passed. Shortly after receiving Lasik eye surgery, Mikey was quieter than he already was, and whenever Gerard suggested they do something that they used to do in Belleville, the younger would refuse.

At first, Gerard thought that everything that’s happened in the past three months finally caught up to Mikey. But he was soon disproved when Mikey’s medication ran out.

At that point, Mikey grew hostile. Part of the time, he was his old self, then, at the sight of his empty pill bottle, he practically became Hyde. This made Gerard wonder what Mikey was actually taking.

Gerard asked the doctor who had prescribed the medication about it.

“It’s simply a pain relief medication. Perhaps it’s the pain that’s making your brother so hostile. I’ll have a refill sent out immediately.”

Mikey, after receiving the medication, went back to being the way he was before he became so hostile- quiet, semi-withdrawn, and an enigma.

Gerard had to get to the bottom of this.

| December 25, 2012

The streets of Battery City were still white, but a few Christmas decorations had been placed here and there. Since they were in the middle of a desert, there was no snow, but it was still cheery nonetheless.

The Christmas cheer felt so fake, Gerard’s suspicions rose higher than Better Living Industries’ headquarters.

Gerard went to Frank with one of Mikey’s pills.

“I need you to figure out what’s in these,” Gerard said, “Mikey’s been acting… strange. And it all started after he started taking these.”

Frank nodded. “I’ll take a look. Give me a few days, though.”

| December 30, 2012

“I don’t know what it is,” Frank said, “But I think it’s what’s causing Mikey to act so strangely.”
Gerard looked into the microscope, at some sort of cellular thing.

“I think it could be living… or, perhaps, some form of nanotechnology. It doesn’t look good, though.”

“So, what you’re saying is that Mikey’s under control?”

“I think… it appears that they die rapidly, though, because their average lifespan is only three hours. When, say, ten of them die, another ten are activated. That’s why the pills are taken daily. And they appear to have some sort of symbiotic relationship with Mikey as well. They feed on the infection while Mikey involuntarily allows them to take control or alter his personality.”

The fact that these things were inside his brother made Gerard’s skin crawl. “So… if they die so rapidly, why does Mikey have a fit when they’re out of his system?”

“There’s probably a mental suggestion that the final ten nanoorganisms implant, similarly to a cocaine addict going through withdrawal. They make him a lot more violent,” Frank said.

“What do we do, then?” Gerard asked.

“Stop him from taking the pills,” Frank replied, “Then keep him restrained until he’s clean.”

| January 11, 2013

Gerard was thankful that his apartment was soundproofed, because Mikey’s screams were deafening.

Mikey was screaming threats and curses at everyone, even more so at Gerard. Frank had put him in a straightjacket (how he even got one, Gerard will never know) and restrained him to a chair so he wouldn’t hurt himself or anyone else in his fits of rage.

It had twelve days since Gerard had stopped giving Mikey his medication, and he was starting to wonder if it would ever work. He got his answer, though, when Mikey’s screaming abruptly stopped.

Gerard went to check on Mikey. His younger brother was panting and shaking. Cautiously, Gerard approached Mikey.


No answer.

“Mikey, are you okay?”

Mikey looked up at him, eyes pleading for help. Deep down, Gerard could see the Mikey he used to know.

“G-Gee…” Mikey whimpered.

“Shhh…” Gerard soothed, “Calm down, baby brother. You’re okay. They’re all gone.”

Gerard removed the restraints and straightjacket, letting Mikey’s head rest on his shoulder.

“Everything’s going to be okay… you just can’t take that stuff anymore,” Gerard murmured.

| April 3, 2013

Since the day Mikey was freed from the spell Better Living Industries had put him under, he had locked himself in his room, working on blueprints and only coming out for basic human needs. Since he attended Battery City’s engineering school, Mikey had access to plenty of technology. It took months, though, and several prototypes, to get it right.

“I think I finally have it,” Mikey said, as he slipped the strange glove over his right hand.

“What exactly is it?” Gerard asked.

“Power glove,” Mikey explained, “Since my right arm is practically useless, and I can’t take the pills, I might as well have some way to relieve the pain.”

Frank had been working with Mikey the past few months as well, helping him design the glove as well as using physical therapy to improve the condition of his hand. Mikey was able to do many things with less pain now, but it sometimes still held him back.

“Great,” Gerard said, “And knowing you, it’s going to work perfectly.”

| June 22, 2013

Gerard knew something was wrong when Mikey went back to being nearly silent.

Thing is, Gerard knew Mikey wasn’t taking the pills. He had been keeping them hidden from Mikey, in case he ever relapsed.

The answer soon presented itself, though, in the form of headphones. On them was a smiley face symbol… one that looked eerily familiar.

This led Gerard to checking the bottle of pills he hid from Mikey. Sure enough, there was the symbol.

Gerard quickly destroyed the headphones. Mikey would be angry, but he’d soon realize just what was up when he explained to him why he did so.

| July 31, 2013

“We need to get out of Battery City.”

Mikey, Ray, Frank, and Pete all gave Gerard a strange look. Taking this as his cue to explain, he sighed.

“You all remember how Mikey went all Jekyll and Hyde on us last year? That was because of his medication, which Better Living Industries produced. And the headphones you got a month ago, Mikey, they caused you to be… not you. I seriously think there’s something strange going on.”

“I agree with you, Gee,” Frank said, “I’ve seen firsthand what the medication did to Mikey… I wouldn’t put it past Better Living Industries to do the same thing to other products.”

“If this is true… well… we can’t just take it. This is a violation of our rights!” Ray said.

Mikey turned to Pete. “Pete, what do you think?”

“I… I don’t even know what to believe in anymore, Mikey. Whatever the reality, we’re still fucked. There’s nowhere else to go.”


“I’m sorry, Mikey, but this time, I can’t be there. I just can’t. But I promise, I’ll do what I can to help you from the inside.”

Mikey gave Pete the world’s most pitiful look. It was completely understandable that Mikey didn’t want to leave Pete behind. Pete had been there for him since grade school as his best friend, surrogate brother, and protector.

Pete pulled Mikey into a tight hug. “Who knows… maybe one of these days I’ll have the balls to join you… but not anytime soon. Just know that I’ll always be willing to help you when it really gets tough… just like old times.”

“I’ll hold that against you, Wentz,” Mikey mumbled.

“Believe me, Way, I know you will,” Pete said with a bitter smile. “Just try not to set anything on fire unless you have a good reason, okay? I’m not gonna be there to keep you from doing stupid shit.”

| August 5, 2013

Pete was there to see the quartet off, along with two others- a conspiracy theorist by the name of Steve Montano, and a sharp shooter named Jimmy Euringer.

“I’m fucking serious, Mikey,” Pete said, “Don’t get yourself killed out there.”

“I can’t really promise that,” Mikey said, “BLI might exterminate us.”

“I know… just… be careful. You’re the closest thing to a brother I have, and it kills me that I’m not going… but you’ve gotta understand, I-”

“You don’t have to explain, Pete. I understand.”

Gerard watched as the two embraced each other. He let the two take as much time as they possibly could, since this would most likely be their last.

“Um… is there, like, something going on between those two?” Jimmy asked Gerard, voice low. “I mean, I have no problem with that sort of thing… I just… y’know…”

“Honestly, Jimmy, I have no idea,” Gerard said, “There might be… but those lines have been blurred since Mikey was in high school.”

Jimmy nodded. “This might be weird for you to hear, but I could imagine those two, y’know, in a dark room-”

“Please don’t.”

Jimmy giggled. “Sorry. But I call ‘em like I see ‘em.”

Mikey reluctantly pulled away from Pete. His face showed no emotion as he did so.

Finally, the six left Pete behind as they left Battery City behind. Gerard didn’t mention the tears in Mikey’s hazel eyes, knowing that it wasn’t the best thing to bring up at a time like this.

| ZONE 3
| September 10, 2013

Mikey stared at the box offered to him. He gave Gerard a confused look as he set his tools down to accept it.

“What’s this?”

“It’s your birthday present, dumbass,” Gerard said, “Take the goddamn thing.”

Mikey accepted the box, carefully tugging off the tape that kept the brown cardboard from opening and revealing its contents. Once the tape had been successfully removed, the opened the box and reached it. He pulled out a red leather jacket with black racing stripes going down the arms and 03 on the right arm.

“Cool,” Mikey said, slipping off the tattered hoodie and tugging the red jacket over his black and yellow shirt.

Gerard smiled. The one-worded response reminded him of years ago, when he asked Mikey about his singing and received a three-worded response. One word from Mikey, though, said so much more than most people would think. He was just a man of few words, and Gerard didn’t mind that in the least.

“How’d you find it?” Mikey asked.

“Pete smuggled a white leather jacket out of the city a while back. I just… personalized it.”

Mikey pulled his older brother into a hug. “Thank you, Gee. I love it.”

Gerard kissed his younger brother’s forehead. “I thought you might.”

| ZONE 2
| April 9, 2014

Instead of celebrating his birthday, Gerard was fighting in the Analog Wars with Mikey.

As it turned out, Mikey’s power glove was a very useful weapon. It gave Mikey the ability to use the right hook that had wired Johnny Christ’s jaw shut for months, something he wasn’t able to do since their home was destroyed and left him with a damaged hand.

Gerard and Mikey were hidden behind a wall that had somehow survived the Pig Bomb years earlier, along with Steve and a woman they didn’t know.

“So… um,” Mikey said, as he fired off a few rounds with his revolver before ducking back behind the wall to reload, “Happy birthday, Gee.”

“Well, it’s not ideal,” Gerard sighed, “But thanks anyway.” Gerard shot off two bullets before having to duck down again. “Damn it, we really need to get our hands on some of those ray guns.”

Mikey stopped shooting for a moment to slip his bag off his shoulders. He reached inside and pulled out a yellow blaster with Japanese characters decorating it.

“I was going to give it to you later,” Mikey said, “But I think we need it now.”

“How did you fucking get this?!”

“Pete smuggled it out of Battery City,” Mikey said, “I just personalized it.”

“What does this even say?”

“/Give me money/,” Mikey said, “It’s actually fitting, considering we don’t have more than twenty dollars among the six of us.”

Gerard laughed. Then, without thinking, Gerard ran out from behind the wall, ignoring Mikey as he screamed the elder’s name.

The instant Gerard pulled the trigger, a beam of yellow light struck one of the white-clad vampire-like soldiers in the chest. Gerard took another several shots, growing more and more trigger-happy. He was careful, though, to not take any lethal shots intentionally, since he still wasn’t comfortable with killing. (Although, he knew that if they didn’t get back up, it was for the best.)

Gerard found himself being avoided by the strange creatures. His quick trigger finger had forced them to surrender.

As the troops fell back, Mikey, Steve, and the woman reemerged from behind the wall. Mikey was running towards his brother. Gerard smiled and waved, and was almost expecting a hug from the younger. The last thing he thought he’d receive, though, was a punch to the gut from Mikey.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Mikey screamed, “You could’ve got yourself killed, you bastard!”

Mikey, thankfully, had not used the hand that was protected by the power glove.

“Christ, Mikey!” Gerard hissed, “I’m okay, aren’t I?”

“But what if you weren’t? What if you were shot down, huh?”

“Mikey, I can take care of myself. I-”

Gerard noticed at that point that Mikey had tears in his eyes. “Shit, Mikey… I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Mikey whispered, “I can’t stand the thought of losing you, Gee.”

Gerard sighed. “The feeling’s mutual, baby brother.”

| ZONE 3
| October 6, 2014

Two months ago, Steve had been shot through the spinal cord, paralyzing him from the waist down. Jimmy was able to find a wheelchair for Steve to use to get around, but he’d never be able to go out on the field again.

Ricky was recruited as Steve’s assistant, tasked with running various errands for the other. Ricky didn’t mind much. There was always something to do, something to see, and, maybe if he got lucky, some/one/ to make a little noise with.

But that day, there was a far greater loss.

The woman who had been fighting alongside them was killed. On her deathbed, she begged Steve to take her daughter.

“Please,” she had said, “She’s only a few months old and has no one else to take her. I don’t want her to die so young in such a terrible, broken world.”

Steve agreed, even though he was confined to a wheelchair. The mother used her last breath to tell them where she hid her daughter.

And so, Gerard was holding a crying baby girl, no older than eleven months, trying his best to calm her down.

Think, Gerard
, he thought as he rubbed her back in a soothing way, What did you used to do to get Mikey to stop crying?

Since Mikey never even cried much as a kid, Gerard was stuck, scrambling for answers. Finally, though, it hit him- /sing/.

The first song that popped into his head, though, was somewhat surprising to the only other occupant in the room, Ray.

/‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail, ‘There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.’”/

The little girl giggled. Ray gave Gerard a look.

Finally, the girl had fallen asleep. Ray asked about the song, and Gerard said, “It was the first one that came to my mind.”

| ZONE 3
| November 11, 2015

The Analog Wars had finally drawn to a close. Unfortunately, the organization that had defeated those living in the Zones, which Gerard had recently discovered to be Better Living Industries, had won.

But Gerard was tired of the tyranny. He was tired of the grayscale life that was being forced upon everyone. He was tired of not having a proper home.

And, like Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr., like Malcom X and Susan B. Anthony, he was going to do something about it.

Talking Jimmy, Ricky, and Steve into his crazy plot was easy. Frank and Ray took a little longer to convince, but they, too, were on board.

It was Mikey that wasn’t so thrilled about the idea.

“What you’re talking about is suicide, Gerard,” Mikey said, “I don’t know if I want to be a part of this.”

“And I don’t blame you, Mikey,” Gerard said, “I won’t force you into this. The Analog Wars took their toll on you… I can’t imagine what this would do to you.”

“…But I don’t want to lose you either, especially if I could’ve helped.”

Gerard gave Mikey a look of disbelief. “Mikey, are you-”

“Yeah… why not? At least if you do die, I would’ve had the chance to save you.”

| ZONE 3
| December 8, 2015

Steve had managed to scrounge some equipment from an abandoned radio station with the help of a guy named Gabe Saporta. Gabe had even helped him set it all up before flirting with Mikey. (“Are you from hell? ‘Cuz, damn, you’re hot.”) Mikey was redder than his jacket when he accepted Gabe’s offer to go on a date later on in the week.

“We’ll need to choose codenames,” Steve said, “It would be a very bad idea to have our real names broadcast all over the Zones.”

“Agreed,” Frank added, “Question is… where do we start?”

“I’ve already come up with a name for myself,” Steve said, “Deejay Doctor Death-Defying.”

“And I’m Cherri Cola. With an i, not a /y/,” Jimmy said.

“I wanted to go with Ricky Rebel,” Ricky sighed, “But Steve thought it was a bad idea.”

“And it is,” Steve said.

“So,” Ricky continued, ignoring Steve, “I’m going by Show Pony.”

Gabe slipped his arms around Mikey’s waist from behind, pulling him close to his chest. “You have one, kid? I’m still going by my stage name.”

“And what would that be?” Mikey asked.

“Mad Gear. Y’know, as in Mad Gear and the Missile Kid. Maybe you wanna be my /Missile Kid/?”

“Uh… that name isn’t really… me.”

“Then… how about Kobra Kid?” Gabe suggested, “Heard you got some kid’s jaw wired shut with more venom than an actual cobra.”

“Kobra Kid,” Mikey said, trying it out, “Yeah… it has a nice ring to it.”

“Thought so,” Gabe giggled, kissing Mikey’s neck. It took all of Gerard’s self-control to keep from pulling Gabe off of Mikey, because technically, they weren’t actually dating.

“Fun Ghoul,” Frank said, “Totally call Fun Ghoul.”

Ray rolled his eyes. “Fine. But only if I’m Jet-Star.”

“You mean like the airline?” Ricky snorted.

“Well, yeah,” Ray said, “I interned there for a while.”

Mikey turned to Gerard. “So… what are you going to call yourself, Gee?”

Gerard stuck his tongue out in thought and played with his long and messy brown hair. Finally, it hit him.

“Party Poison,” Gerard said, “Yeah… I’ll go with that.”

An amused smile crossed Mikey’s face. “And together we are..?”

“The Fabulous Killjoys!” Frank shrieked in delight, “We’re the motherfucking Fabulous Killjoys!”
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