Rivals: The Killjoys vs. The Youngbloods

12. "Welcome to the Team"

Jon paced the floor in front of the booth of the deserted diner he and Ryan were set to meet the Killjoys in.

"Can you stop doing that, please?" Ryan tapped his fingertips on the multi-colored patterned table.

"I can't help it!" Jon ran his hands through his hair. "I'm nervous."

Ryan sighed and leaned back against the booth seat. "There's nothing to be nervous about. We're not doing anything wrong!"

Jon slammed his hands on the table. "We're meeting with our rivals in a deserted diner to talk about 'joining their cause.' This is wrong on so many levels." 

"We're doing the right thing." Ryan assured Jon. "Once we know more intel on BL/ind's motives, we can share it with Brendon and Spencer and the rest of the Youngbloods."

Sure, that's what Ryan wanted Jon to think, hell, he wanted himself to think that too. But he already knew that he was far too deep into this entire situation to turn around and go back to the Sinners. 

"They should be here talking to them with us." Jon protested. "If we keep a secret, it's gonna blow up in our faces."

"Sit down and relax." Ryan gestured to the seat beside him. "You look guilty."

"I feel guilty." Jon slid into the booth and drummed his fingers on his knees nervously.

Ryan slapped Jon's fingers down. "They're coming."

Frank and Gerard walked into the door of the diner, shaking the rain off of their jackets.

Ryan and Jon sat up straighter, looking attentive. 

Frank nodded stiffly towards Jon and Ryan, as he and Gerard slid into the booth across from them. 

"So....uh...who talks first?" Jon asked nervously. "You talk first- we talk first?"

Ryan rolled his eyes and groaned. "Jon-"

"Relax kid." Frank chuckled.

"We're not going to hurt you." Gerard leaned forward.

"As long as you don't hurt us." Frank replied, slipping a knife from his sleeve and nonchalantly running his fingertips over it.  

Jon gulped and fidgeted in his seat. "This was a bad idea."

"Shut up." Ryan hissed.

"So what do you guys want to know?" Gerard asked. 

"What hair coloring do you use?" Jon blurted. "Because like the red is so red, you know-"

Ryan cleared his throat. "What can you tell us about BL/ind?"

Frank set his knife on the table, angling it towards Jon, making him squirm. "Better Living Industries was created to quote-unquote, make the world a better place-"

"By drugging an entire city?" Jon leaned forward.

Frank quickly picked up the knife and pointed it towards Jon. "Don't interrupt me."

"Sorry." Jon squeaked and sat back. 

"Continue." Ryan said quietly.

"As I was saying earlier they're committed to making the world a better place." Frank continued. "However, they are on some type of strong crack, because their whole ideology is based on creating an entire city of mindless drones."

Jon opened his mouth to say something, but the glint of Frank's knife made him lapse into silence again.

"They've created a drug, it basically removes all emotion from the person who takes it." Gerard explained.