Bulletproof

Outside of Battery City, the arid, unforgiving desert isn’t an ideal place to survive. However, it may seem like a paradise compared to the uniform, sterile and leering buildings lining the city’s streets. BL/ind, the company behind the sudden uniform security, is a polite wolf-in-sheep’s clothing for the most part, aggressively keeping a repressed peace among the citizens of the city behind the scenes. However, even the most well-disguised wolf will shed its disguise if its place in the hierarchy is threatened. There can only be one alpha.

Enter the Killjoys, a group of brightly-colored, desert-dwelling rebels with a knack for raising hell. With considerably fewer bodies on their side, though, they’ve taken to a hit-and-run method when it comes to fighting the goons of the Better Living Industries, called Draculoids.

You can only keep yourself hidden for so long while causing so much trouble. The Killjoys, and those who join their cause, are in constant danger of BL/ind and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W’s far-reaching wrath. They have more money, more power, and more at their disposal. In a world where you have to keep running to save yourself and fight for what you believe to be right, it’s only a matter of time before you run yourself right back into trouble, right back to where you began.

I, Harley Roxanne Grimm (also known as Moony), lost my parents to BL/ind four years ago, when I was thirteen. My sister, working in a firm in Battery City, isn’t allowed contact with anyone outside of BL/ind’s grid. My brother, too faint-hearted for the constant strain of the two warring sides, settled himself in a nice restaurant in the Zones, and found what little peace he could in his work. The youngest of the three Grimm children, I was expected to follow my sister (the eldest). Life in Battery City was worse than death, and I managed to run away before I hit fifteen. Being so young and without money, food, or shelter, however, made my plan to make it on my own much harder. Just when I thought I might have to give it up and go crawling back to the city I hated so much, I found my solution, and greatest ally, in another runaway.

Now seventeen and already making waves for BL/ind, I’ve bitten off a little more than I can chew. Making trouble for the largest and most powerful company in the world has dire consequences.

But you know what they say: what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. And angrier.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own the boys of MCR. I don't own their ideas. I only own the characters and places that don't seem familiar to you (hint: because I made them up?).