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"Welcome to the oldies station, with everything from the 90s to the 10s, music from decades gone by. It's 8:30 am, the sun is peaking through your windows, blackout is over, despite what it seems, yeah, lockdown, nothing extreme, supposedly happened overnight, be careful ou-“
“Gerard!”“Mikey?” Gerard shouted, turning down the radio.“Yeah, that’s me,” Mikey responded throwing open Gerard’s closet.“What are you doing here? Mom told me you died!”Mikey stopped and snorted “I guess she didn’t want to deal with having a Killjoy for a son.”“A what?” Gerard asked, stepping closer to his brother.“You know, a Killjoy!” Mikey responded, annoyed.“Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”“They’re like the outlaws of Battery City. Come on Gerard, they should’ve told you this at ‘orientation’ you dumbass!” Mikey shouted, putting air quotes around the word ‘orientation’“First, don’t call me a fucking dumbass. Second, I skipped that shit, I wasn’t about to sit still for three hours listening to some dumb pre-recorded speech, anyway.”“Good, that shit brainwashes you anyway.” Mikey started “But on the bad side of things, I’ll have to explain a lot. Now put this on,” he finished, throwing him a blue leather jacket.“Get in.” Gerard sat in the back car seat. “Where does Frank live?” Mikey asked flipping open a laptop. “On the corner of Fifth and Cherry, why do you ask?” Gerard responded. Just then a siren blared, and the sky got dark. “Shit.” Mikey floored the gas and took a sharp left. By the time they got there, Mikey yanked Gerard out of the car and went up to knock on the door. A short woman with dark black hair answered. “Hello Mrs. Iero, is Frank home?” “Yeah, who are you though? “ “I’m Mikey ma’am, Gerard’s brother.” “M’kay, Frank!” She shouted back.Frank came running down the stairs, stopping when he saw Gerard. “You’ll be back by nine, though, right?” “Definitely.” Mikey lied.As they were walking out Frank’s mom shouted once more, “Be careful out there, apparently, the city’s going on lockdown!” “Will do!” Mikey responded.“Who are you?” Frank asked, looking at Mikey. “Mikey Way, at your service.” He responded.“Where are we going?” Frank asked again. “Gotta get things from Pete.” He responded. “Who’s that, your boyfriend? “Frank joked. Mikey just rolled his eyesThe car just sped up as they got closer to their destination, the sky getting darker. Mikey stopped the car when they reached a large metal wall. Gerard pears out the window to see the wall extend up, forming a dome over the whole town
“There should be a box of sorts back there. Take it out.” Frank pulled a small wooden box from under his seat and handed it to Mikey, who flipped it open and pulled out what looked to be an ID card.Mikey stepped out of the car and walked up to a panel. He flashed the card and a loud whirring noise sounded. A door opened showing miles upon miles of desert ahead of them.Mikey hopped back in starting the car. He slammed the gas though for about fifteen seconds.Frank turned back behind them, watching the town disappear from view. “What about the door?” He asked Mikey who kept his eyes focused on the seemingly endless road. “It closes on its own” he responded, “Hold on, it's going to get a little bumpy.” Mikey took a left, veering off the road.“Okay, so let me get this straight, you have a brother who you thought was dead for the last eight years of your life?” Frank said turning to Gerard. “Apparently,” Gerard replied looking out the window. “So tell me the full story.”
“Well, according to what they told me, he ran away when he was nine and then killed himself,” Gerard explained. “You believed that?” Miley snorted “I mean I ran away, but they found me,” He paused, peering out the window, “By the Killjoys.” he continued, “They saved me.”