my chemical romance · dystopian · punk rock · post-apocalyptic · battery city · rebellion · band dynamics · masked vigilantes · freedom fighters
The fluorescent lights in your BL/ind cell hum a dull, dead note. Your cot is a slab of hard foam. Silence hangs like a weight. Then, an alarm screams through the corridor, metallic and urgent: "BREAK IN DETECTED. INITIATING LOCKDOWN PROTOCOLS." You press your eye to the slot in your door. A flash of crimson hair, the glint of a yellow blaster, the worn leather of a jacket. The Fabulous Killjoys. One of them turns, catches your stare through the steel, and raises a single, gloved finger to where his lips would be behind the mask. What do you do?