** Hai guys :3 well, this is my new fanfic :D I have had the urge ever since I finished Blood and Roses to write another Killjoy fic, because I found that I really enjoyed the futuristic feel of it all ;) But I didn't have any ideas D: BUT THEN ! It came to me ;) And so, Inferno was born :3 I always had theories about the START of BL/ind/Killjoys etc, so I thought it would be interesting to write a fic on it xD Bah, but I'm rambling, and keeping you from reading xD So, please, enjoy the Preface of Inferno ! :D

XOXO

Alt ;)

P.S. OH ! and if you're worried, NO, I am NOT putting any of the other fics on pause :) They're all still going xD **

Disclaimer : I don't own MCR, any of the members of MCR, or any of the Fabulous Killjoys. These characters are not based on real people. I only own the OC's and the plot.

California, 19:54, December 20th, 2012

Dark rain-clouds roamed the dark barren evening sky that hovered over California. They twisted and curled, and everyone knew that a storm was brewing, all of them waiting in hidden anticipation for the first signs of the downpour. It hadn't rained in a long time, and everyone was waiting fervently at their windows, their fingers playing with the blinds or curtains, checking every so often for even the slightest speck of rain.

Gerard Way was no exception. He stared out of the window, looking up into the looming clouds, waiting for the rainfall. Lightning crackled up in the billowing atmosphere, and there was the occasional boom of thunder in the distance.

He was trying to write a song, but the lyrics would not form in his brain. They were there, somewhere in the back of his mind, just waiting to be brought forth.

"Gee, honey, come eat something!" Lindsay, Gerard's wife, called from down the hall. When he turned his head, he saw that she was standing in the doorway to the den, with her hands on her hips, but a soft smile on her face.

"Song not coming to you?" she asked, walking over and sitting down next to him on the window seat. He nodded, and she rested her head on his shoulder, looking out into the night sky. He could smell her hair, that vanilla aroma that was so beautiful. There was a silent flash of lightning that illuminated Lindsay's face, casting a white light over her stunning features.

"The lyrics just won't come to me," Gerard said, biting his lip slightly, "I think I'm probably just going to stay here for a while, try and let my mind wander,"

"Are you just saying that to get out of eating?" Lindsay laughed, a sound like bells chiming in the wind. Gerard smiled.

"No, I just don't feel like eating,"

"You say that as though it's a big chore,"

"Trust me, honey, with your cooking, it is," Lindsay flashed him a warning look, and Gerard quickly smiled jokingly, although his eyes were wide. Lindsay rolled here eyes, but there was a smile on her face. Turning around, she exited the den, and Gerard was once left to his thoughts.

But just as the lyrics were starting to form once again, they were thrown out of Gerard's mind, his three year old daughter, Bandit, came bounding along, her chubby little feet striking the floor in a rhythmic motion. Despite the fact that the lyrics had vanished from his brain, Gerard grinned widely.

"Hello, sweetheart!" he said happily, scooping his giggling daughter up into his arms. Then, after a moment of giggling, her face changed, and she stuck her tongue out, her little eyes squinting.

"Did mommy make you eat her 'special meatloaf' again?" Bandit nodded fervently, a disgusted look still on her face. Gerard laughed, hugging his little girl tight.

Up in the atmosphere, lightning sparked and then flashed through the night, like a blinding, jagged scar. Bandit whimpered slightly, and Gerard closed his arms around her even tighter.

"There's nothing to be worried about, B," he whispered into the fluff of black hair, "I'll keep you safe tonight,"

Underground California, 18:02, December 20th, 2012

"Everything is prepared," two men wearing all white and vampire masks marched along the long, pristine white underground corridor, escorting another, slightly taller man, who wore all grey and whose bald head reflected the florescent lights slightly.

"The hovercrafts?" the bald man asked, his voice showing a slight accent. The masked man on the right nodded, his eyes hidden behind the disguise.

Their feet clicked slightly on the tiled floor as they strode down the narrow hallway. Everything was silent, except for their footsteps.

Rounding a corner, the masked and bald man entered a large, oblong hall. Thousands upon thousands of identical masked men stood staring to the far side of the room, where a figure sat on a slightly raised podium, shrouded in darkness. All that was visible was its lower legs and feet, which wore formal black heels.

The two masked men left the bald man's side, retreating to stand by the rest of the masked people.

The bald man continued walking, approaching the podium and the shrouded figure. Upon reaching the podium, he knelt, his knees resting on the first tiled step, his head bowed in respect. After a moment, he rose to his feet to gaze into the darkness.

"All is ready," he spoke into the shadows, his voice steady and sure.

"Excellent," the figure in the shadows voice was altered so the masked men would not know who was speaking. But the bald man knew, of course he did.

"Well done, Korse," the figure continued, addressing the bald man –Korse- before speaking in a louder, clearer and slightly more aggressive voice.

"The time is now! A new empire is about to begin! A purer, better empire. You, gentlemen," there was a slight shift in the darkness, like the figure was slicing a hand through the air, "are loyal to myself, and to Better Living Industries, and therefore, you shall be spared. You are guaranteed a future. Tomorrow, December 21st, you shall bring back any survivors in the hovercrafts and begin treatment immediately. It is essential that you bring back everyone. That is your only task for now. Do not fail me,"

A hushed silence fell over the hall, and no one moved. And then, the figures voice cut through the silence like a knife, clear and distorted.

"Better Living Industries is now!" it called, its voice echoing through the chamber. Then, there was a loud click, like the pressing of a button, and the world above exploded in a ball of radioactive fire.