We Are the Kids From Yesterday

These Pigs Are After Me

The motorcycles arrived back at Battery City, pulling up in front of a large building where Neon Blade lived along with his girlfriend and the people who worked for him. So it seemed Silver was bringing them to the man himself to get their punishment.

"Blade's gonna be piiiiiiiiissed," said Ghoul under his breath in a bit of a sing-song voice as he parked his bike next to Silver's.

"Oh, he is," she assured them. "He's really pissed."

Party blew a lock of his blood-colored hair out of his face as he followed everyone else up into the building and up an elevator. As much as he acted like he didn't care, he did. He left again knowing perfectly well he'd get caught and perfectly well that Blade would be angry with them. But going around Battery City without the protection of the Killjoys was practically suicide. He wasn't about to let his friends and his brother get killed because of his decisions. So they arrived up and saw Blade, a rather handsome young man with jet black hair and piercing brown eyes glare at them.

"Party Poison," started Blade with a bit of a chuckle. "The main cause of all my problems. Just give me one good reason I shouldn't let you off now."

Not making eye contact with his teeth clenched, he just said, "I've never let you down on a mission before."

"But you see, you have let me down before," continued Blade. "Just in general. And it's definitely getting on my last nerve."

"It won't happen again, I mean it this time," Party said. "The boys and I, we need you."

Now that got a sarcastic laugh from Blade as he said, "Well, now this is unusual. Party Poison admitting he needs help, not that big leader he's all out to be. But you listen here, I don't care how famous your crew is, I am more powerful. I don't care that the Fantastic Four practically rules the desert because I rule the Killjoys in that desert. They can turn on you in a second if I tell them too. You can't make your own rules, getting off my radar is the perfect way to get yourself and your buds dusted." He slammed his desk hard and loud at the last word, right in Party's face, getting a jump from each of the boys and even Silver was a bit surprised, it seemed. He calmed down slightly saying, "We don't want that, do we?"

"N-no sir," Party said after he was sure Blade's temper had settled a bit. He still wasn't looking him in the eyes, unsure of himself and what would happen if he did. It was an unnecessary fear, but Blade could do some pretty unexplainable things.

"Good. So I wouldn't go forcing your guys into these rebellions unless you're in the mood fo--"

"Stop it!" Party shouted, suddenly angry. His eyes were clamped shut and he began opening them slowly as he continued yelling, "I'm not forcing them to do shit! You really think I'd force any of them, especially my baby brother into things that could get them killed. None of them are doing this for any reason other than that they wanted to."

"Keep down the sass, Poison," Blade said, starting to raise his voice again as well. "Or so help me, I will dump you and your pals over there right in the middle of Battery City, right under Korse's radar."

Korse, the head hitman of Better Living Industries, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W Unit. Being under his radar meant you'd be dead in seconds. There was no way Party was about to let that happen to any of these people, who he couldn't live without.

Taking a deep breath, Party finally made eye contact with Blade and said, "Don't. Just... just let me off with another warning I guess? I won't do it again, I swear I wouldn't do anything to get them killed."

"This is your last warning," said Blade. "I mean it this time. One more strike and Korse'll have you all ghosted in no time. Silver, get them out of here."