Know Your Enemy
Chapter 01
Gerard's POV
The sun beams down on me as I make my way through the desert. The year is 2019, exactly four years since I attempted escaping the city with Frank, Mikey and Ray. The last thing I remember was Frank making me feel safe in his arms, and getting shoved to the ground. Somehow, I think I managed to get out, but I had lost Frank , Mikey and Ray in the way. We had been separated and I wasn't sure if they were lucky enough to leave without being captured.
I was lost and alone after my escape. I was feeling very vulnerable, since a big part of me was certain that my friends had been captured and brainwashed by those...things. Eventually, I walked further and further into the desert, until a group of rebels took me in. I learned a lot from them. Art was my only defense against the city I had escaped from. BLind tried to numb me and every other citizen in there, turning our lives into dull, colorless tragedies. That's what the rebels are against. Art is the weapon, our imagination is the ammunition. We stay dirty, and stay dangerous. We create and destroy as we see fit.
The group of rebels I was with helped me find my new identity. They gave me a yellow mask and fresh, new colorful clothes, so I could get rid of the plain white ones the city had provided me with. They taught me about self-expression, and how that was the key to a better future. I dyed my hair bright red as a way of accepting the new person I was.
I wasn't Gerard anymore, I was Party Poison. A killjoy.
To this day, my mission is to find Frank, Mikey and Ray. I drive to different zones everyday, and look for any signs of them there. So far, I have not found anything but I haven't lost hope either. Today is a different day though. As I make my way through this unknown part of the desert, I can feel someone behind me. Following me. Watching me. I walk further and further into the desert, to see if this person will keep following me. They do, and I start to consider them a threat. Without thinking, I whip around to see a short guy in a green mask, pointing a ray gun at me.
Frank's POV
As the red haired man whips around, i lift my gun so it was pointed to his face. I aim for his eyes, to make sure if he makes any wrong moves, he will pay for it. Wait are those hazel eyes? Get ahold of yourself Frank. He died or was brainwashed. You need to stop seeing Gee everywhere you look! I watch him to make sure he doesnt try anything funny. He clears his throat, "Who are you and why are you following me?"
"I dont think you need to know that tomato head!"
I watch as he flexes his muscles, probably to intimidate me. But no. I watch as a laser beam shoots and grazes my arm. The pain is unbelieveable. I wonder how Gee delt with it when his leg was shot. Stop thinking about him! I argue with myself. Another shot is fired and i jump into action.
I leap at the man and force him to fall to the ground. I punch him so many times, my fjists are covered in his blood, he is knocked out and i may have a broken knuckle. I climb to my feet and dust myself off. I take out my crappy phone and call Kobra Kid.
"Hey Kobra, i found somebody. I need you guys to pick us up. He is knocked out, but he was really suspicious."
"Yeah Ghoul, we'll be right there."
I hang up and i think about my life. About what has happened since that night four years ago. Since that night, Gerard has plauged my thoughts. I wonder if i would ever see him again. And its my fault that we all got separated in the first place. I fi had stayed to find him, he would be alive. Now its just me, Kobra and Jet Star. It doesnt feel right without Gee here....like there is an empty hole in my chest.
Now i have found a new identity. I am now known as Fun Ghoul. And i am a killjoy. And i may be crazy. Crazy with the loss of my best friend and possibly someone i loved.
The sun beams down on me as I make my way through the desert. The year is 2019, exactly four years since I attempted escaping the city with Frank, Mikey and Ray. The last thing I remember was Frank making me feel safe in his arms, and getting shoved to the ground. Somehow, I think I managed to get out, but I had lost Frank , Mikey and Ray in the way. We had been separated and I wasn't sure if they were lucky enough to leave without being captured.
I was lost and alone after my escape. I was feeling very vulnerable, since a big part of me was certain that my friends had been captured and brainwashed by those...things. Eventually, I walked further and further into the desert, until a group of rebels took me in. I learned a lot from them. Art was my only defense against the city I had escaped from. BLind tried to numb me and every other citizen in there, turning our lives into dull, colorless tragedies. That's what the rebels are against. Art is the weapon, our imagination is the ammunition. We stay dirty, and stay dangerous. We create and destroy as we see fit.
The group of rebels I was with helped me find my new identity. They gave me a yellow mask and fresh, new colorful clothes, so I could get rid of the plain white ones the city had provided me with. They taught me about self-expression, and how that was the key to a better future. I dyed my hair bright red as a way of accepting the new person I was.
I wasn't Gerard anymore, I was Party Poison. A killjoy.
To this day, my mission is to find Frank, Mikey and Ray. I drive to different zones everyday, and look for any signs of them there. So far, I have not found anything but I haven't lost hope either. Today is a different day though. As I make my way through this unknown part of the desert, I can feel someone behind me. Following me. Watching me. I walk further and further into the desert, to see if this person will keep following me. They do, and I start to consider them a threat. Without thinking, I whip around to see a short guy in a green mask, pointing a ray gun at me.
Frank's POV
As the red haired man whips around, i lift my gun so it was pointed to his face. I aim for his eyes, to make sure if he makes any wrong moves, he will pay for it. Wait are those hazel eyes? Get ahold of yourself Frank. He died or was brainwashed. You need to stop seeing Gee everywhere you look! I watch him to make sure he doesnt try anything funny. He clears his throat, "Who are you and why are you following me?"
"I dont think you need to know that tomato head!"
I watch as he flexes his muscles, probably to intimidate me. But no. I watch as a laser beam shoots and grazes my arm. The pain is unbelieveable. I wonder how Gee delt with it when his leg was shot. Stop thinking about him! I argue with myself. Another shot is fired and i jump into action.
I leap at the man and force him to fall to the ground. I punch him so many times, my fjists are covered in his blood, he is knocked out and i may have a broken knuckle. I climb to my feet and dust myself off. I take out my crappy phone and call Kobra Kid.
"Hey Kobra, i found somebody. I need you guys to pick us up. He is knocked out, but he was really suspicious."
"Yeah Ghoul, we'll be right there."
I hang up and i think about my life. About what has happened since that night four years ago. Since that night, Gerard has plauged my thoughts. I wonder if i would ever see him again. And its my fault that we all got separated in the first place. I fi had stayed to find him, he would be alive. Now its just me, Kobra and Jet Star. It doesnt feel right without Gee here....like there is an empty hole in my chest.
Now i have found a new identity. I am now known as Fun Ghoul. And i am a killjoy. And i may be crazy. Crazy with the loss of my best friend and possibly someone i loved.
I need an update
1/11/15