No More CliquesNo More Cliques3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The army waited in the airplane hanger unnaturally still. The army was huge by Killjoy standards. The Fabulous Four had sent out a plea of help to the older generations of fans in the effort to take over Battery City and release the people from their pill prisons.
My Bullets Era stood in the back wearing jeans and dark tops. Next came the Black Parade Era wearing (you guessed it) Black Parade outfits. And at the very front were the Killjoys dressed as brightly as always, sporting colorful hair styles.
The hanger doors opened to reveal a long expansion of highway with corn fields on either side stretching as far as the eye could see.
When SING came on over the loud speakers all began to march forth, knowing they were no doubt heading towards their inevitable death. Despite answering the call to arms it was still hard to accept. A girl dressed in a Black Parade outfit sniffed as the tears dripped down her cheeks. The heavy eyeliner she had put on made her tears black and leave streaks do