Burn Down The Technicolor Smiles 1/?
Title: Burn Down The Technicolor Smiles 1/?
Author: xstick_outx
Rating: R
Pairing: Peter/ Patrick, Other Pairings, A little femme, but just a little.
Disclaimer: yes, yes, it's true, i'm bored and i don't think any of this ever truly happened. i don't own patrick stump, peter wentz, or any of the real people in this story. justin pierre does, because he is God. oh, yes and as far as i'm concerned, there are not going to be any wars of revolution and the American government is not going to collapse. this story never was supposed to have any political ideas. i repeat, it is NOT meant to have any of my political beliefs.
Summary: It's not one of those days that start terribly and end in a catastrophic way. It's not one of those night where everything is going wonderful and by morning a character is bleeding on a deserted sidewalk. It was a day reeking of normalcy.
It's not one of those days that start terribly and end in a catastrophic way. It's not one of those night where everything is going wonderful and by morning a character is bleeding on a deserted sidewalk. It was a day reeking of normalcy.
But let's fill you in on what exactly is normal.
The world was falling apart right in front of people's blinded eyes. But they don't notice, because, well, they were blinded. Blinded by the bright lights and soothing, eloquent words of High Empress Petra. American life is no longer the way it was 100 years ago. The political system came crashing down after the 5th war of the Revolution. And there was a woman who said she could solve all of the entire world's problems.
Petronella Holton. Petra was a rather beautiful woman in a way you would most certainly expect. Razor sharp features, iced in frosty colors head to toe. She was a distant relative of a long ago president of the United States. No one remembers his name, it's not important since High Empress Petra took over. She was their savior.
High Empress Petra bombarded the people of America whose lives were ruined with ideas of how the old government of the proud U.S.A. never worked and how she would make a new one of outstanding men and women.
That was the biggest bunch of bull anyone had ever heard. There was no democracy, no rights, no respect for the common man, no republicanism, it wasn't the same country. Not by a longshot.
Then there was the worst part of all. High Empress Petra exposed the other world. It was rumored among the people that she had known the other world from birth and it was a huge politcal secret, but she told it. The ethereal, the fantasy, the supposed fiction. The magic. None knew how she found it, but she managed, somehow, to discover the other world. However, we'll get into that later.
The magical world is almost like the books. You know unicorns, fairies, phoenixes, dragons, witches, vampires, ghosts, centaurs, everything you could possibly imagine. It was more beautiful than most mortals had ever thought. The High Empress's cold, calculating heart wasn't touched. Her eyes narrowed and her genius came up with a plan for the creatures and immortals to serve her. At first the magical world just laughed, humans? Take them captive? However they had never tasted the cold metallic flavor of bullets, and the fiery grenades and the war machines that were now of the American Empire.
This power the High Empress had was of an insane magnitude. She was the ruler of all things magical and all of the American people. Some wanted to move away, but one of the new laws stopped them. And then some tried to stop her. They were stopped as well.
And some don't like it.
There are plenty of revolutionaries out there. Oh, yes, you hear plenty stories about them. But you never see them or talk to them. They are always hidden. You may look, but you will never find them. Don't think about becoming one. You don't choose them, they choose you.
But this story is about a gang of revolutionaries. The Ultionis. Yes, the name sounds weird but once it's translated from Latin to English it makes sense. These revolutionaries were the ones you didn't hear about, however. They weren't the ones that blew up banks and made personal assaults on anyone who was a political backer to High Empress Petra.
Oh no, they are premeditating something much better. Much more....
Before that though, there was just a boy named Patrick Stump who was looking at gleaming stars and his rusty weapons, on a day reeking of normalcy.
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Patrick straightened his papers. They were old papers, crinkled, but no color change. All old school papers. Each one had a red or black and sometimes blue, shiny "A" on the front. He frowned. Most of them he had only received such a high grade on was because he said all the right things. Not because of his word choice, or grammar or spelling or organization or even the correct usage of the constructive paragraph. No, each one was graded "A" because he had written in all of the lessons children learn in school. The Laws of the Empire. The Laws are long and tiring, but in order to pass school it was crucial to memorize them. And then you had to live them. And each one stripped away more of your natural rights.
Patrick straightened them once again, then took the top one off of the pile. He proceeded to crumple it up into a little ball and throw it into the trash can. Patrick continued in this process until he came to the one about magical beings. Among the words, it was stated that no human may free an unnatural (this was how other world people and animals were named) creature. no human may treat an unnatural creature as his equal. no unnatural creature may be considered a citizen of the Empire, all unnatural creatures are property of their owners, all unnatural creatures must be returned if found, and so on and so forth. Patrick found it especially appaling about how these other world being were treated, as if they were the scum, muck, dirt of the Earth, instead of being just as capable as humans. He still remembered his mother's fairy and what his mother had done to that poor, innocent thing made him want to vomit. Patrick ripped that paper up.
But Patrick was done with all of the lies and the school of brainless, hypnotized professors and the frightened, relucttant students. No one agreed with The Laws, but they had to obeyed and learned and taught, other wise....
He was done. Patrick looked out of his window, and smiled at the twinkling stars. They were the last good thing about this part of the world. Patrick was breaking free, and he had heard those stories about the revolutionaries, the ones that were hidden. He would find them, he would join them. Patrick would show his dead parents, he would show all of his friends who told him he was crazy, and he would especially show the Empire, the High Empress Petra. He would....
xwhy yes! i was on crack when i wrote this! so help pay for my crack and leave comments!
But let's fill you in on what exactly is normal.
The world was falling apart right in front of people's blinded eyes. But they don't notice, because, well, they were blinded. Blinded by the bright lights and soothing, eloquent words of High Empress Petra. American life is no longer the way it was 100 years ago. The political system came crashing down after the 5th war of the Revolution. And there was a woman who said she could solve all of the entire world's problems.
Petronella Holton. Petra was a rather beautiful woman in a way you would most certainly expect. Razor sharp features, iced in frosty colors head to toe. She was a distant relative of a long ago president of the United States. No one remembers his name, it's not important since High Empress Petra took over. She was their savior.
High Empress Petra bombarded the people of America whose lives were ruined with ideas of how the old government of the proud U.S.A. never worked and how she would make a new one of outstanding men and women.
That was the biggest bunch of bull anyone had ever heard. There was no democracy, no rights, no respect for the common man, no republicanism, it wasn't the same country. Not by a longshot.
Then there was the worst part of all. High Empress Petra exposed the other world. It was rumored among the people that she had known the other world from birth and it was a huge politcal secret, but she told it. The ethereal, the fantasy, the supposed fiction. The magic. None knew how she found it, but she managed, somehow, to discover the other world. However, we'll get into that later.
The magical world is almost like the books. You know unicorns, fairies, phoenixes, dragons, witches, vampires, ghosts, centaurs, everything you could possibly imagine. It was more beautiful than most mortals had ever thought. The High Empress's cold, calculating heart wasn't touched. Her eyes narrowed and her genius came up with a plan for the creatures and immortals to serve her. At first the magical world just laughed, humans? Take them captive? However they had never tasted the cold metallic flavor of bullets, and the fiery grenades and the war machines that were now of the American Empire.
This power the High Empress had was of an insane magnitude. She was the ruler of all things magical and all of the American people. Some wanted to move away, but one of the new laws stopped them. And then some tried to stop her. They were stopped as well.
And some don't like it.
There are plenty of revolutionaries out there. Oh, yes, you hear plenty stories about them. But you never see them or talk to them. They are always hidden. You may look, but you will never find them. Don't think about becoming one. You don't choose them, they choose you.
But this story is about a gang of revolutionaries. The Ultionis. Yes, the name sounds weird but once it's translated from Latin to English it makes sense. These revolutionaries were the ones you didn't hear about, however. They weren't the ones that blew up banks and made personal assaults on anyone who was a political backer to High Empress Petra.
Oh no, they are premeditating something much better. Much more....
Before that though, there was just a boy named Patrick Stump who was looking at gleaming stars and his rusty weapons, on a day reeking of normalcy.
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Patrick straightened his papers. They were old papers, crinkled, but no color change. All old school papers. Each one had a red or black and sometimes blue, shiny "A" on the front. He frowned. Most of them he had only received such a high grade on was because he said all the right things. Not because of his word choice, or grammar or spelling or organization or even the correct usage of the constructive paragraph. No, each one was graded "A" because he had written in all of the lessons children learn in school. The Laws of the Empire. The Laws are long and tiring, but in order to pass school it was crucial to memorize them. And then you had to live them. And each one stripped away more of your natural rights.
Patrick straightened them once again, then took the top one off of the pile. He proceeded to crumple it up into a little ball and throw it into the trash can. Patrick continued in this process until he came to the one about magical beings. Among the words, it was stated that no human may free an unnatural (this was how other world people and animals were named) creature. no human may treat an unnatural creature as his equal. no unnatural creature may be considered a citizen of the Empire, all unnatural creatures are property of their owners, all unnatural creatures must be returned if found, and so on and so forth. Patrick found it especially appaling about how these other world being were treated, as if they were the scum, muck, dirt of the Earth, instead of being just as capable as humans. He still remembered his mother's fairy and what his mother had done to that poor, innocent thing made him want to vomit. Patrick ripped that paper up.
But Patrick was done with all of the lies and the school of brainless, hypnotized professors and the frightened, relucttant students. No one agreed with The Laws, but they had to obeyed and learned and taught, other wise....
He was done. Patrick looked out of his window, and smiled at the twinkling stars. They were the last good thing about this part of the world. Patrick was breaking free, and he had heard those stories about the revolutionaries, the ones that were hidden. He would find them, he would join them. Patrick would show his dead parents, he would show all of his friends who told him he was crazy, and he would especially show the Empire, the High Empress Petra. He would....
xwhy yes! i was on crack when i wrote this! so help pay for my crack and leave comments!