About a month had passed and Fox had lost all of his access fat, there was now nothing on his bones but muscles, even then his t-shirt hung loosely. Now he had to cut up the sides and tie it tighter, his cheekbones were more defiant now and they took a greater shape to his face. When Memory said that he needed to grow up ‘and fucking fast’ it turns out that he had. With his usual teenage diet of ‘eat when I’m bored’ by which would no way be able to work out here, she could see that he’s grown up, his face was chiselled and strong, not like the pudgy baby brother she used to have. He had grown up fucking fast and this shocked her and scared her.
He had a better confidence of his skill now, Ray had taught him tactics, how to keep a level head when all you want to do is panic, Gerard taught him confidence, how to save yourself and everyone else, Mikey taught him physical defence, and Frank taught him how to outright attack. Finally Memory taught him how to use his raygun, how to aim and never miss. Memory had joined the guys a few times on transmissions because of her impeccable aim, she never missed and it was a great asset to the team.
Jack felt like he had the best of everyone skills, but all in one. He so desperately wanted to go with the guys and his sister on a transmission to prove to them that they have created the best killjoy of all time, that all of their separate skills are now inside him. Which is what he liked to think, he liked to think that he can do it all on his own now they have taught him everything, he liked to think he was indestructible.
What Memory said stuck in his mind; it taunted him when he felt low – you have to grow up really fucking fast – It almost made him sad to think that you can’t be a kid anymore, everyone has to grow up and he didn’t like that fact.
But there were a lot of things that Fox didn’t like.
Memory shot up from her little nap as her headphones around neck started to buzz, Gerard sprang to action as he heard a signal interference on the speakers of his trans-am, Frank and Ray instantly flicked their cigarettes butts to the make shift ash-tray upon hearing Dr.D through the window of his radio station and Mikey noticed everyone freak and followed casually to the Trans-am. A new transmission was like a fire drill because everyone responded right away and alert, “Let’s get going you fucking riot!” Frank shouted as he used irony at its best to encourage Mikey, all fired up they went to join Gerard in the Trans-am to find Fox on his white bicycle right next to the driver’s window, “This is great! What is it? Dracs? Scarecrow? An unknown? Or is it Korse? Has he finally been exposed and we’re going to finish him off!” Fox cheered as Gerard started the engine, everyone was getting ready to change into their persona, where Gerard became Party Poison and where Violet became Memory Trash and so on, but Jack did not become Fox he straddled his bike between his legs waiting for the Trans-am to speed ahead, “Fox what are you doing?” Memory heard this as she was about to put on her headphones and leant forward to look at Fox, “I’m coming with you guys!” Memory laughed sarcastically “Uh no you’re not, get the hell back now Jack” his hands locked in his hair out of anger “C’mon Vi you don’t understand how good I am now, I never miss and I can plan perfectly, let me prove how good I am, why did you train me up in the first place if I can’t even go with you guys!” Gerard was about to say something but Memory cut him off, she put her mask on and said “We didn’t train you to attack, we trained you so you can live. We trained you so what happened last time will not happen again, and you are not about to walk into it, okay!” Memory got angrier and angrier with each phrase she said, “But Vi-“ Fox sounded like an angry child, like a brat that couldn’t get his own way, it only highlighted to Gerard how much of a kid he was, “No! Jack, Mum is not here now so you will do what the fuck I say, there is no way I’m letting you get killed today, if you carry on I may do it myself, now get back inside!” she practically screamed at Fox and the guys were shocked, Memory then put on her persona and watched Fox ride back to the diner door and played with his bike doing wheelies and bunny hops, Memory felt the anger in her like no other, she was defiantly pumped up for a transmission now, Gerard let rip and drove as fast as he could seeing as this transmission was from one of the zones on the outskirts. The guys were all surprised to hear Memory ranting about her little brother, it was as if they weren’t even in a post-apocalyptic state right now. It almost made Gerard happy, happy to hear that not everything has changed. He tried to imagine Violet and Jack arguing at home over something trivial, it was refreshing to see that some things don’t change.