Danger Days and the Brother Ways
Title: Danger Days
Paring: Mikey Way/Gerard Way, Frank Iero/Ray Toro
Warnings: No major ones
POV: Mikey
AN: Okay so I’m gonna write this huge drama fic thingy full of sadness, happiness, ray gun fights, and sexytime :D If people like I’ll do more. Oh and Facility is “prison”
Mikey POV
“It’s time for us to run, Mikey.”
I looked up at Gerard with weary eyes and nodded. Gerard and a few of our friends decided a while ago that we were going to break away from the terrible life and empty promises of Battery City and the control of Better Living. They ruined our lives. Gerard used to be an amazing artist before BLI infected him. He would draw detailed, beautiful pictures of vampires and sometimes me. Gerard said I inspired him. But of course, Korse and the BLI minions put a stop to his beloved art. They said it was too wild and colorful. I watched that night as the tears flowed freely from both Gerard’s smooth cheeks while every masterpiece he worked for hours at a time on were burned in front of us. He injected my Gee with a poison to make him lose all of his own thoughts. He only knew that he belonged to BLI, and I was his brother who he was to protect. I was valued for my “intelligence and usefulness.” Two months later, I found the antidote and gave it to Gerard in his sleep. Korse also killed our parents as an example. I nearly lost it when he aimed his snow-white ray gun at Mommy and Dad, smirked, and shot them without a care. He did the same to Frank Iero and Ray Toro’s families. Frank was actually taken to the Facility when he struck Korse for murdering his baby sister, Abby. The little two year old had no clue that she was about to die when the strange, bald man in white plucked her, blonde curls and all, from her mother’s arms. She was giggling and gurgling until the very end.
“Are Frank and Ray ready?” he asked, throwing his backpack on and flinging mine at me. “We’re ready,” Ray called from the kitchen. Ray helped Frank out of the livingroom recliner and pressed a small, quick kiss to his lips. “I love you,” Ray smiled. Frank returned the smile and nuzzled into Ray’s muscled chest. “I love you too, RayRay,” he giggled. I couldn’t help but beam at the couple. Ray and Frank got together after our families were slaughtered. I remember ushering Ray over to Frank, who was weeping and curled up in the corner. Ray and Frank clicked immediately, and within the hour, they were sliding their tongues down each other’s throat.
Gerard went through the plan with us again as we snuck out to the Power Pup warehouse, tiptoeing past SCARECROWS on patrol and Dracs who were busting rebellious teenagers with hair past their chins. “I’ve got a pimped out Trans Am in the warehouse. That’ll be our escape vehicle. Once we make it to the gate, be ready. Use the ray guns that Ray got us and fire at will towards any Draculoid or SCARECROW that locks you on target. When the gate is broken and we’re in the clear, be on the lookout for an old gas station. That’s where we’ll meet Doctor Death Defying.”
I, being a questioner, asked Gerard who the Doctor was. My reply came with a smirk. “Doctor Death Defying has rats inside BLI’s main building. He knows all about their plans and how they operate. I picked up a radio signal to his broadcast show the other day, and I was able to contact him using Dad’s old transmitter. He said he’ll send his associate to fetch us when we cleared the city.”
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It didn’t take long to reach the Power Pup warehouse at the edge of the city. No one was on duty at the guard posts when we arrived, so we caught a break there. Inside, I laid my eyes on the most colorful car in all of Battery City. It was a dusty old Trans Am. It had bumper stickers advertising rebellious slogans, and a big black spider painted on the hood. This car would be annihilated in seconds if we were to bring it into the streets of the City. Korse didn’t like to “keep things colorful.”
“Oh my god!” Ray squealed, diving at the Am. “This car is the love of my life!” Frankie could be heard scoffing that turned to giggling as Ray started to put little kisses all over the windshield. “Come on, Toro. Let’s go before you decide to start humping the tires to get off!” I chuckled, Ray’s face turning a slight shade of red before he grabbed Frank’s hand and guided him to the back seat of the Trans Am. I clambered into the passenger seat at the same time Gerard took the driver’s. I smiled at him and buckled up.
Gerard’s POV
I sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine. I relished the noise the Trans Am made, and almost cried with joy. I’ve haven’t been behind the wheel of a car in such a long time. When I was a Facility driver was the last time, I believe. My job then was to snatch kids off the street that didn’t obey the rules of the city. If they had long hair, bright colors on, or broke any of the other crazy laws BLI created, I had to pull them into the paper-colored van and bring them to the Facility to get booked and locked up.
With my Mikey at my right, Ray with Frank in back, and my eyes set on the road before us, I put the car in drive and rolled out of the Power Pup warehouse, heading towards the gate to freedom. Mikey turned on the radio, trying to find a station that DIDN’T have BLI drones blabbering on about how “we can fix you” and “everything is fine.” Finally, Mikey found Doctor Death Defying’s pirate radio channel. “109 In The Sky, my zonerunners. This is good ol’ Doctor D here with the latest on our ongoing war against Better Living Industries,” the Doctor’s booming voice announced. The guys listened with complete interest. “And I’m Show Pony, keeping it shiny and never letting it fade out here in the desert,” a feminine-yet-masculine voice prepped. I knew who it was immediately. Show Pony was Doctor DD’s assistant. That’s the one who he said would be sent out to get us after we busted out. “Keep on the lookout for four rad kids in a totally smooth Trans Am. Mikey, Ray, Gerard, Frank; you’re dedication to the desert rebels is greatly appreciated. There’s not many of us. Now, for some icy tunes to get y’all in the mood to dance.”
I couldn’t believe it! Doctor D called US rad!
“Gerard?” Ray tapped my shoulder. I looked up and saw the tunnel gate right ahead of us. A gate where five Dracs and three SCARECROWs sat to allow passage to and from the city was there, mocking me. The rumble of the engine caught the attention of most of them, since the fifth Drac was asleep, and they popped out of the booth to aim their ray guns at us. “PULL OVER NOW!” one of them ordered me. I smirked. The colorfulness of the car must’ve told ‘em that we were trying to escape. I raised my ray gun and took a deep breath. I aimed at the first Drac and fired. It went down with a screech, its companions letting loose a hail of beams at us. Ray yelled “FUCK OFF!” and fired at will. He took down a SCARECROW and two Dracs. Frank joined him and let loose with a hail of rays. Mikey sat silent, afraid to shoot. He never liked guns. Too many bad memories of me and him with them. I heard two screams and the last drone fell. Surprisingly, the third Draculoid was still sound asleep. “We did it guys!” I cheered. Then came the sound of sobbing and grunts. I turned towards the source of the sound. It was Mikey. A beam had burst through the windshield and struck him in the heart. Blood was bubbling rapidly out of the golf ball-sized hole. “MIKEY!” Ray, Frank and I screamed at the same time. Punching the gas, the car broke through the bar and we were free. Now I needed to get to Doctor Death Defying before it was too late. “Gee…hurts!” he cried, clutching his chest and whimpering as shocks of pain coursed through him. I felt tears stream down my face as I tried to concentrate on driving and at the same time comfort my dying brother.
Ray pulled Mikey’s slumped form into the back seat with him and Frank so they could try and stop the bleeding before he bled to death before the toxins from the ray gun blast did. Mikey howled when Frank ripped off a piece of his shirt and clogged the hole with it. The material must’ve burned the tender wound. He can’t die on me, he can’t! I cried to myself. He’s all I have left. I love him. I love him. He can’t leave me…Mikey… “Keep him awake, guys. Keep him awake,” I called, ripping through the desert. “It’ll be okay, Mikey,” Frank cooed as Ray dabbed at the hole with his shirt sleeve, collecting all the blood from around it. “It hurts! It hurts Frankie! Gee! Help me!” Mikey wailed, flopping around like he was having a seizure. I felt so useless, it hurt. Mikey was dying before my eyes. He would never taste the sweetness of freedom. We wouldn’t save the citizens of Battery City together…I’d never tell him how I truly felt about him.
Yes, I am gay. Yes, I love my brother more than brotherly. No, I don’t give a fuck if incest is “wrong.” This is the fucking desert, it doesn’t matter. I wanted to kiss his soft lips and tell him I could save him. But if we didn’t find the gas station with Show Pony soon, we’d lose him.
I couldn’t lose my Mikey.
A blurb of bright blue and white rolled at us at about the same speed the car was going. “ITS SHOW PONY! MIKEY’S GONNA BE OKAY!” Ray squealed. The car came to a shrieking halt as Pony reached the car. He rolled around to the window and ducked his head in. “Hey guys, nice to meet you. I’m Show Pony,” the helmet-clad man beamed. I snarled at him. I didn’t mean to, but I was a desperate man whose love was wasting away. “Hi. I’m Gee fucking rard. My brother Mikey just got fucking blasted. He’s dying in the back seat. Let’s have lunch.”
Paring: Mikey Way/Gerard Way, Frank Iero/Ray Toro
Warnings: No major ones
POV: Mikey
AN: Okay so I’m gonna write this huge drama fic thingy full of sadness, happiness, ray gun fights, and sexytime :D If people like I’ll do more. Oh and Facility is “prison”
Mikey POV
“It’s time for us to run, Mikey.”
I looked up at Gerard with weary eyes and nodded. Gerard and a few of our friends decided a while ago that we were going to break away from the terrible life and empty promises of Battery City and the control of Better Living. They ruined our lives. Gerard used to be an amazing artist before BLI infected him. He would draw detailed, beautiful pictures of vampires and sometimes me. Gerard said I inspired him. But of course, Korse and the BLI minions put a stop to his beloved art. They said it was too wild and colorful. I watched that night as the tears flowed freely from both Gerard’s smooth cheeks while every masterpiece he worked for hours at a time on were burned in front of us. He injected my Gee with a poison to make him lose all of his own thoughts. He only knew that he belonged to BLI, and I was his brother who he was to protect. I was valued for my “intelligence and usefulness.” Two months later, I found the antidote and gave it to Gerard in his sleep. Korse also killed our parents as an example. I nearly lost it when he aimed his snow-white ray gun at Mommy and Dad, smirked, and shot them without a care. He did the same to Frank Iero and Ray Toro’s families. Frank was actually taken to the Facility when he struck Korse for murdering his baby sister, Abby. The little two year old had no clue that she was about to die when the strange, bald man in white plucked her, blonde curls and all, from her mother’s arms. She was giggling and gurgling until the very end.
“Are Frank and Ray ready?” he asked, throwing his backpack on and flinging mine at me. “We’re ready,” Ray called from the kitchen. Ray helped Frank out of the livingroom recliner and pressed a small, quick kiss to his lips. “I love you,” Ray smiled. Frank returned the smile and nuzzled into Ray’s muscled chest. “I love you too, RayRay,” he giggled. I couldn’t help but beam at the couple. Ray and Frank got together after our families were slaughtered. I remember ushering Ray over to Frank, who was weeping and curled up in the corner. Ray and Frank clicked immediately, and within the hour, they were sliding their tongues down each other’s throat.
Gerard went through the plan with us again as we snuck out to the Power Pup warehouse, tiptoeing past SCARECROWS on patrol and Dracs who were busting rebellious teenagers with hair past their chins. “I’ve got a pimped out Trans Am in the warehouse. That’ll be our escape vehicle. Once we make it to the gate, be ready. Use the ray guns that Ray got us and fire at will towards any Draculoid or SCARECROW that locks you on target. When the gate is broken and we’re in the clear, be on the lookout for an old gas station. That’s where we’ll meet Doctor Death Defying.”
I, being a questioner, asked Gerard who the Doctor was. My reply came with a smirk. “Doctor Death Defying has rats inside BLI’s main building. He knows all about their plans and how they operate. I picked up a radio signal to his broadcast show the other day, and I was able to contact him using Dad’s old transmitter. He said he’ll send his associate to fetch us when we cleared the city.”
~~~~~~~~~~
It didn’t take long to reach the Power Pup warehouse at the edge of the city. No one was on duty at the guard posts when we arrived, so we caught a break there. Inside, I laid my eyes on the most colorful car in all of Battery City. It was a dusty old Trans Am. It had bumper stickers advertising rebellious slogans, and a big black spider painted on the hood. This car would be annihilated in seconds if we were to bring it into the streets of the City. Korse didn’t like to “keep things colorful.”
“Oh my god!” Ray squealed, diving at the Am. “This car is the love of my life!” Frankie could be heard scoffing that turned to giggling as Ray started to put little kisses all over the windshield. “Come on, Toro. Let’s go before you decide to start humping the tires to get off!” I chuckled, Ray’s face turning a slight shade of red before he grabbed Frank’s hand and guided him to the back seat of the Trans Am. I clambered into the passenger seat at the same time Gerard took the driver’s. I smiled at him and buckled up.
Gerard’s POV
I sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine. I relished the noise the Trans Am made, and almost cried with joy. I’ve haven’t been behind the wheel of a car in such a long time. When I was a Facility driver was the last time, I believe. My job then was to snatch kids off the street that didn’t obey the rules of the city. If they had long hair, bright colors on, or broke any of the other crazy laws BLI created, I had to pull them into the paper-colored van and bring them to the Facility to get booked and locked up.
With my Mikey at my right, Ray with Frank in back, and my eyes set on the road before us, I put the car in drive and rolled out of the Power Pup warehouse, heading towards the gate to freedom. Mikey turned on the radio, trying to find a station that DIDN’T have BLI drones blabbering on about how “we can fix you” and “everything is fine.” Finally, Mikey found Doctor Death Defying’s pirate radio channel. “109 In The Sky, my zonerunners. This is good ol’ Doctor D here with the latest on our ongoing war against Better Living Industries,” the Doctor’s booming voice announced. The guys listened with complete interest. “And I’m Show Pony, keeping it shiny and never letting it fade out here in the desert,” a feminine-yet-masculine voice prepped. I knew who it was immediately. Show Pony was Doctor DD’s assistant. That’s the one who he said would be sent out to get us after we busted out. “Keep on the lookout for four rad kids in a totally smooth Trans Am. Mikey, Ray, Gerard, Frank; you’re dedication to the desert rebels is greatly appreciated. There’s not many of us. Now, for some icy tunes to get y’all in the mood to dance.”
I couldn’t believe it! Doctor D called US rad!
“Gerard?” Ray tapped my shoulder. I looked up and saw the tunnel gate right ahead of us. A gate where five Dracs and three SCARECROWs sat to allow passage to and from the city was there, mocking me. The rumble of the engine caught the attention of most of them, since the fifth Drac was asleep, and they popped out of the booth to aim their ray guns at us. “PULL OVER NOW!” one of them ordered me. I smirked. The colorfulness of the car must’ve told ‘em that we were trying to escape. I raised my ray gun and took a deep breath. I aimed at the first Drac and fired. It went down with a screech, its companions letting loose a hail of beams at us. Ray yelled “FUCK OFF!” and fired at will. He took down a SCARECROW and two Dracs. Frank joined him and let loose with a hail of rays. Mikey sat silent, afraid to shoot. He never liked guns. Too many bad memories of me and him with them. I heard two screams and the last drone fell. Surprisingly, the third Draculoid was still sound asleep. “We did it guys!” I cheered. Then came the sound of sobbing and grunts. I turned towards the source of the sound. It was Mikey. A beam had burst through the windshield and struck him in the heart. Blood was bubbling rapidly out of the golf ball-sized hole. “MIKEY!” Ray, Frank and I screamed at the same time. Punching the gas, the car broke through the bar and we were free. Now I needed to get to Doctor Death Defying before it was too late. “Gee…hurts!” he cried, clutching his chest and whimpering as shocks of pain coursed through him. I felt tears stream down my face as I tried to concentrate on driving and at the same time comfort my dying brother.
Ray pulled Mikey’s slumped form into the back seat with him and Frank so they could try and stop the bleeding before he bled to death before the toxins from the ray gun blast did. Mikey howled when Frank ripped off a piece of his shirt and clogged the hole with it. The material must’ve burned the tender wound. He can’t die on me, he can’t! I cried to myself. He’s all I have left. I love him. I love him. He can’t leave me…Mikey… “Keep him awake, guys. Keep him awake,” I called, ripping through the desert. “It’ll be okay, Mikey,” Frank cooed as Ray dabbed at the hole with his shirt sleeve, collecting all the blood from around it. “It hurts! It hurts Frankie! Gee! Help me!” Mikey wailed, flopping around like he was having a seizure. I felt so useless, it hurt. Mikey was dying before my eyes. He would never taste the sweetness of freedom. We wouldn’t save the citizens of Battery City together…I’d never tell him how I truly felt about him.
Yes, I am gay. Yes, I love my brother more than brotherly. No, I don’t give a fuck if incest is “wrong.” This is the fucking desert, it doesn’t matter. I wanted to kiss his soft lips and tell him I could save him. But if we didn’t find the gas station with Show Pony soon, we’d lose him.
I couldn’t lose my Mikey.
A blurb of bright blue and white rolled at us at about the same speed the car was going. “ITS SHOW PONY! MIKEY’S GONNA BE OKAY!” Ray squealed. The car came to a shrieking halt as Pony reached the car. He rolled around to the window and ducked his head in. “Hey guys, nice to meet you. I’m Show Pony,” the helmet-clad man beamed. I snarled at him. I didn’t mean to, but I was a desperate man whose love was wasting away. “Hi. I’m Gee fucking rard. My brother Mikey just got fucking blasted. He’s dying in the back seat. Let’s have lunch.”