Killjoys [MCR Fanfic]

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Sunday mornings, the best kind of mornings. Why you ask? They are the best mornings because you're free to do whatever with your life! This particular Sunday morning in Tuskian was sunny and beautiful. The red sand outside was steaming and glowed nicely in the sun. It was just the way i liked it. Me and my father sat side by side on deck chairs outside on our front porch. Him reading the morning paper, me watching some of the young village kids play in the sparkling blue lake.

"Aren't you hot in those clothes?" He asked me, not even glancing up from his article. My choice of clothing wasn't really appropriate for todays weather, but I didn't mind over heating a bit. I was wearing a grey pair of jeans, a black hoddie and white and red sneakers. I shook my head and kept my eyes on the kids. They remind me of my late extended family. Every summer we would all play together in the same lake until five years ago when they got killed in air strikes. Our village was unlucky when it came to attacks. Almost every ruler wanted our land. We still stayed because it was a beautiful place. My thoughts were broken by my Fathers loud sigh.

"The killjoys are at it again." He said, annoyance clear in his voice. I nodded my head but still let a smile cross my face.

The killjoys were a gang of four teenagers. Gerard, Mikey, Frank and Ray. They went from town to town looting all their expensive items and keeping it for themselves. Father hated them. He thought they were ruthless teens up to no good. In reality they were, but i secretly had an interest in their gang. I had always wondered what it would be like to be one. The adventure would be insane!

"Joe, you need to come see this." I turned to see my mother standing in the doorway, an urgent look on her face. Father folded the corner of the page he was reading and quickly rushed inside. I sprung from my chair as well and begin to follow behind father. My mother turned and placed her delicate hand on my shoulder.

"Stay out here Lily, it's only for your father's eyes." She said in her softest voice. I let out a huff and tried to argue with her.

"Mother i'm 15! Please let me see!" I begged, going as far as to folding my hands together. My mother shook her head and closed the door behind her. I sighed and sat back down on the chair. I turned my attention to my nails. The varnish on them was already slowly starting to fall off. I only put it on yesterday! I let out an annoyed grunt and stood up. Considering there was nothing to do i decided to go for a walk. As I made my way down the steps Mother came out through the door again.

"Lily, don't leave without this." She held out a black backpack with a small purple ribbon attached to the zip. Confused I climbed back up the steps and took it from her hands. Inside was a wooden sword, flint, steel, a sleeping bag and a bottle of water. Still confused I looked back at Mother.

"Why do i need all this? Are we going somewhere?" I asked. She avoided my gaze and looked down and her feet with a sigh.

"I guess you could say that.." Her voice trailed off and she shifted nervously.

"Mum what's going on-." Before i could finished my father bursted through the door.

"Lily go to the mines and go far under ground, don't wait for me or your Mother. Hurry." He spoke calmly but panic still arose in my chest. I did what i was told and took off for the mines. Our town was quite popular as it had a lot of underground resources in the mines. As i ran i noticed a large crowd also following. I was as confused and scared as ever as i entered the front entrance of the mine closes to my home. Thats when it dawned upon me. Everyone was fleeing from air strikes.

"Mother! Father!" I yelled through the noise of all the people. I tried to push through them but it was to late. Large explosions sounded and shook the ground violently. The vibrations threw me backwards and i fell down deeper into the mine. As I i reached the bottom of the stone carved stairs, my head hit a pillar and in seconds everything faded to black.