A/N: As always everyone... Thank you :)
ThisRomanceIsChemical: First of all, thank you for your review :) Also, since you asked so nicely, here's your update. Though I'm afraid it's possibly not the update you were hoping for... If you wanna know what's happening to Poison, you've got a few chapters to wait... Sorry!
AshtrayTragedyM.D: Well... I guess we'll see how things play out, though it may not be the way you think...
Alright! New chapter. Focusing on two characters... Fans of either Saint Jimmy or Fun Ghoul will probably like this chapter ;)
The title of this chapter comes from the American Idiot masterpiece "Jesus of Suburbia"
As ever, I do not own these boys :)
Chapter 10 - I Won't Apologise
Early the next morning, Fun Ghoul was the first to wake. Perhaps some temporary leader instinct kicking in. He looked down at Rave still curled up against him. Carefully he untangled himself and got up. A quick look to the other two Killjoys, both still asleep. Fine, good. Leave them that way. It wasn't going to be an easy day (or possibly couple of days) for any of them.
It was only a matter of time before he ran into Saint Jimmy.
"Hey Saint, all quiet last night then?" Saint Jimmy grinned. "Nah. Had about twenty Dracs show up, but I dealt with them. Figured you guys wanted your beauty sleep." Fun Ghoul rolled his eyes. "Good." He replied, simply. "You the first up?" Saint Jimmy asked. "Looks that way." He was trying his best to be nice to Saint Jimmy, knew it would be easier, for everyone, that way. But then images of yesterday, of Party Poison, curled up, looking vulnerable and scared and all the things Party Poison was not. Knowing Saint Jimmy had done that to him.
He fucking hated him for that. But he had to deal with that, ignore that, be strong, he was in charge now, until they got Party Poison back. He'd actually almost forgotten Saint Jimmy was still there. "You kinda like playing leader, don't you, Ghoul?" With a small, un-amused laugh, "Oh, finally. A Killjoy name you can get right." Saint Jimmy ignored him. "Stepped right into Cherry Top's boots. You seem to kinda enjoy it." Fun Ghoul ignored him, carried on collecting maps and equipment and weapons and throwing them onto the table, ready to be gone through when the others woke up. Of course, Saint Jimmy persisted, "Baby brother's noticed too, you know? Figure maybe he's not so happy about you moving in on his brothers territory so easily." Fun Ghoul sighed, coming to the realisation that Saint Jimmy wasn't just going to leave him alone, he turned to face him, "Oh, shut up Saint. Don't you ever stop trying to cause trouble? Poison is our leader. When he's not here, one of us steps in. Temporarily. Jet's done it before, Kid's done it plenty of times before.""Sure." Saint Jimmy said. "But you're the one I've seen do it. Every time. When Cherry Top sulked off? You stepped in. When he was still recovering from his first little run in with me? You stepped in. While he and Rave had their little heart to heart? You stepped in. And now, after he's let himself get taken by the big bad company. Here you are again. You seem pretty comfortable in the role. What is it? Fancy yourself in Cherry Tops place?" Not only did Fun Ghoul hate what he was suggesting, he hated the way he was putting everything. Making Party Poison sound so weak and pathetic. He had no fucking idea. "Fuck off, Saint." He said, as calmly as possible. Saint Jimmy was smirking, and looking Fun Ghoul carefully up and down. "Gotta say, I think I misjudged you. Maybe you wouldn't be the obedient fuck I thought." Fun Ghoul cringed, but stood his ground. "Makes sense." Saint Jimmy continued, "What with Cherry Tops submissive streak." That did it. "Alright Saint." He snapped. "That's enough, shut the fuck up now." But Saint Jimmy's eyes widened as he stepped closer, getting too close now. "Well, fuck." He said, in pleased wonder. "When I'm right, I really am fucking right, aren't I?" Another, too long and too obvious look over Fun Ghoul. "So. Tell me. Cherry Top was no fucking fun, he wouldn't tell me anything. What was it like, Ghoul? Having that sort of control, that sort of power over your esteemed leader? Did he scream for you, huh? Tell you, ask you, beg you to-"
This was so much more than enough now. Saint Jimmy found himself cut off as Fun Ghoul, with all the swift motions of his Killjoy training, shoved him against the wall, and, with the same quickness, un-holstered his gun, pressing it under Saint Jimmy's chin. "I told you to shut the fuck up." Fun Ghoul snarled. Saint Jimmy's smirk never wavered. "What happened to not wasting energy on me?" Fun Ghoul told him, "Kid needed to hear that. But he doesn't know what you did." If possible, Saint Jimmy grinned more. Apparently he liked the fact someone knew. "Aw, that's cute. Did your fuck buddy tell you all about it?" Ignoring the rest of the sentence, "I found him. He was upset, he-""Fucking over reacted!" Saint Jimmy cut in, rolling his eyes. "You'd think I'd done so much worse."
"You did enough you sick fuck." Saint Jimmy laughed, not even really flinching when Fun Ghoul shoved him again. "I am curious though." Saint Jimmy told him, "If you know… How come you haven't told the others? Unless… Oh. You actually think you're protecting him? Or…" Damn filthy smirk on his face. "Perhaps you're worried if they find out about that… They'll find out about you."
"Shut the fuck up!" Fun Ghoul knew he was repeating himself, knew it wasn't getting him anywhere. "I never fucking did what you did! I never forced him! I never fucking hurt him! I never-" And then he stopped, slow horror creeping over him as he realised what he'd said, watched the look of satisfaction on Saint Jimmy's face. Fun Ghoul felt the hand that held his gun fall to his side. "Fuck." What'd he done? "Come on then, Ghoul." Saint Jimmy said, gleefully. "If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine. Open up to me, c'mon, I know you never have to anyone else." Fun Ghoul stayed silent. "Me first then?" Saint Jimmy continued, unperturbed. "Fine. Wanna hear-""Shut up!" Fun Ghoul snapped. No. No he didn't want to hear, not any of it. Party Poison had let on enough. And Party Poison didn't want anyone knowing what'd happened. "Stop-" "how I pinned him down." Saint Jimmy continued, like Fun Ghoul hadn't said anything. Fun Ghoul pushed himself away from Saint Jimmy, trying to get away from him, from what he was saying. "How he tried to push me off,
how I touched him, my hand working nice and sweet for him, how he whimpered and whined and fucking wanted more!" Fun Ghoul knew it was childish, but he covered his ears. He couldn't get far enough away, and wherever he went, Saint Jimmy would follow, he couldn't risk leaving the room and leading Saint Jimmy right to one of the others. He couldn't let them hear any of this. Saint Jimmy grabbed him and turned him back around, tore one of Fun Ghoul's hands away from his ear and whispered, hotly, "Wanna know what I did to make him tell me his real name? I didn't even have to fuck him, all I did-" Fun Ghoul shoved him off, catching Saint Jimmy off guard, he fell. "Stop fucking talking about him like that!" Saint Jimmy got back up again, smoothly. "Why?" He asked. "Jealous?" For a simple response to that, Fun Ghoul settled on punching him. And then, "This has nothing to do with whatever might have happened with Poison and me, which is none of your fucking business! But that is my leader, and, more importantly, my friend you are talking about. I'm already worried out of my fucking mind over him, and now you're gloating about the fucked up stuff you've done? I'm trying very hard to think of a reason not to beat the hell out of you right now." A small amount of his confidence failing, Saint Jimmy still retorted, "You wouldn't upset Rave like that."
"If she knew what you did, she wouldn't even care." Fun Ghoul told him, carefully, so much more of a threat in that sentence. Now that small chink in Saint Jimmy's armour was closed again though, and he grinned as he said, "Really think she'd choose Cherry Top over me? Funny. Seems she picked me once already."
"That was out of loyalty. Something Poison gave her, something we all gave her. I don't think you even know the meaning of the word." Saint Jimmy looked away, like he didn't care. "Right now, though." Fun Ghoul continued, wanting to let Saint Jimmy know he wasn't walking away because he wasn't strong enough. "You're useful." Then, getting up close to Saint Jimmy, "And anyway. I wouldn't want to deny Poison the pleasure of beating you to hell himself." Saint Jimmy's confident stare locked in with Fun Ghoul's furious one. That nasty smirk again. "He wouldn't touch me now." Fun Ghoul hated every single thing that Saint Jimmy meant by that. "Then I won't deny him the pleasure of watching me beat the hell out of you!"
Fun Ghoul forced himself to leave the room before he ended up keeping that promise a little early.
He knew he should get back. The others would be awake now, waiting for him. Expecting him to take control. I can't. I'm not Poison. He'd got as far as the next room, the one filled with their back up equipment, and then everything had hit him. Now he knew more than he wanted to about what had happened. He was glad he'd stopped Saint Jimmy before he'd said what he was sure would've been the worst of it. Fun Ghoul closed his eyes and tried to forget what he'd heard. And, oh God. Saint Jimmy knew about... About them. How had he been so stupid? It'd been years ago, it'd been nothing. Just… Just something to make a hard life a little easier. Neither of them had mentioned it for years, and certainly since Rave had joined them, it'd all been forgotten. Now Fun Ghoul remembered it. All of it.
"Kid, are you sure you guys are gonna be alright?" Kobra Kid rolled his eyes. "Yes. We'll be fine, for fuck's sake, Gee-" Kobra Kid stopped upon seeing the stern look he was getting from his brother. Another eye roll. "Party Poison." He corrected. Then, "I promise, we'll be fine."
Party Poison watched as Kobra Kid and Jet Star drove off. They'd been running low on supplies and they all knew there was only one place they'd get anything. The city. A dangerous place for a Killjoy. That's why there were two of them going. Why weren't they all going? "For one Killjoy it's dangerous, for two it's easier, but for three or four? That's suicidal." They'd be running the risk of being caught anyway, but if it was all four of them, they were more likely to get noticed. Still, Party Poison wished he hadn't let himself get talked into staying behind, and letting his younger brother go instead. "Rest, for once Poison. An exhausted and run down leader is no good to any of us." Jet Star's words. And he was right, he was exhausted. But he didn't see how a night of worrying would help in the slightest. "C'mon, Poison." Fun Ghoul said, standing just behind him. "They'll be ok. In and out, back in the morning." Party Poison nodded. He walked past Fun Ghoul to get back inside. Threw himself down on one of the diners benches, almost totally prone. Fun Ghoul followed him. "What if they don't get to the city alright?" Party Poison said, a hand rubbed across his face. "What if they don't get out alright? What if they don't get to the other safe house? What if-"
"What if everything goes perfectly smoothly and they get back tomorrow, just like we planned." Fun Ghoul cut in, as he sat down on the end of the table. "Poison. Am I gonna have to knock you out just to get you to shut up worrying?" From behind hands still over his face, Party Poison said, "Maybe." Fun Ghoul rolled his eyes and kicked at Party Poison's leg, in response to that Party Poison pushed himself up into a sitting position. "No. You're right. They know what they're doing." "Exactly." Fun Ghoul nodded, though not convinced that Party Poison had really stopped worrying.
Deciding to give Party Poison some space, Fun Ghoul headed out, quick check of the surrounding area. Ended up staying out longer, figured Party Poison would be more likely to rest if left alone.
It was never gonna be that easy.
