The Last Hope
Chapter 2
“Where the hell did they all come from!” I yelled over at Kobra as we fought for our lives. There was the two of us against about twenty Dracs, and more kept appearing, seemingly from nowhere.
“They’re still fucking appearing out of nowhere!” he yelled back to me. It seemed every time we shot one down, another appeared to replace it.
I was now making evasive manoeuvres between shots, these Dracs had higher powered guns than our old battered ones, and their charge would probably last longer too.
Suddenly the Dracs all ceased returning fire on us, as the passenger door on the rear Drac car opened, and out he stepped
“Korse,” Kobra and I spoke at exactly the same time
“The one and only.” He held his arms wide as he spoke, his voice soothing, and ultimately creepy. “How are my two favourite Killjoys today? Scared? Anxious? A little… loved up?”
The way he talked, the very tone of his voice made me want to vomit. He spoke so condescendingly, his voice oozed so much sarcasm, and on top of that he was a creepy old robot dude-thing.
“What do you want Korse?” Kobra yelled at him. I looked up at Kobra, he seemed really angry, a lot angrier than what this situation called for.
“Am I not allowed a casual visit with my favourite Killjoys? No? Why ever not?”
“Leave Korse, now. Or we’ll kill all your Dracs and you.” Kobra threatened.
Hmmmmm. Super angry. I didn’t understand what was wrong with Kobra. Sure, Korse is a dick who shows up every few years and tries to kill us, but his weakness was that he was scared of the Killjoys, scared of what we can accomplish.
“I think not dearest Kobra Kid,” Korse almost sang. “Restrain them,” he told his Dracs.
Kobra and I immediately started shooting, but more Dracs had appeared out of nowhere while we had been engaged talking to Korse.
I shot two Drac’s within the next two seconds, Kobra beside me was consistently shooting the Dracs with his gun in one hand, and holding a knife in the other.
We killed so many of them, but not enough. After about 10 minutes of rigorous fighting, involving not only ray guns, but throwing knives and even a baseball bat, we were overpowered. Bound, gagged and thrown into the back of a white van.
The van started up, and we jolted around in the back, while the two Dracs driving laughed and jeered at us.
I refused to let myself cry, I refused to show weakness to them, but I slowly felt despair fill me during the drive that I estimated to be about six hours long, roughly the travelling time from where we were to Battery City.
Battery City. I hadn’t set foot anywhere near the place in years, mainly because it was always surrounded by Dracs.
The van stopped for a second, then started again, I figured we had just passed the checkpoint into the city through the tunnels.
Worry filled me again, I was worrying about what would happen when we got to headquarters, would Kobra and I be separated?
Ten or so minutes of driving later, the van jolted to a stop. I could hear yelling outside, and looked over at Kobra. He was lying on his side, like me, and shot me a wink. I think it was supposed to be reassuring, but it sort of wasn’t. I shot him a glare in response and he laughed. Well, I think he laughed, it was hard to tell with the gag and everything.
Secretly, I had something super important to tell Kobra, but now wasn’t the time, and I couldn’t speak anyway.
The back doors of the van flew open and we were dragged into the harsh sunlight, landing hard on the concrete ground. I managed to twist and land on my shoulder instead of face first, Kobra wasn’t so lucky. I had the urge to laugh at his disgruntled expression, but, still gagged.
We were hauled to our feet and marched inside the building. I tried my best to memorise the route we were taken, through various hallways, up sets of stairs and three different elevators.
The lead Drac stopped and knocked on a door, then entered, we were dragged in after him.
Korse was seated at a desk. Behind him was a wall of windows, through which you could see most of Battery City as we were so high up.
“Ah welcome, welcome, nice car ride? No?” The condescending tone was back, and it was succeeding in creeping me out again.
Neither of us answered him. We had been through dealings with Korse in the past, and knew roughly how to deal with him, although none of us had ever been captured and brought to the city ever before.
“Untie them and check them for weapons.” Korse instructed the Dracs. They had already taken out our gags when we were waiting outside Korse’s office.
We were untied and I stretched out my wrists and rolled my shoulders, loosening the muscles. They had already confiscated my ray gun, but the Drac also found the knife I kept in my boot, but not the one in my bra, as when he had tried to search there I kneed him in the groin and claimed he was trying to cop a feel.
Unfortunately, they found both Kobra’s ray guns, and all five of the knives he kept concealed. We had one knife between the two of us, and it wasn’t looking good.
“They’re still fucking appearing out of nowhere!” he yelled back to me. It seemed every time we shot one down, another appeared to replace it.
I was now making evasive manoeuvres between shots, these Dracs had higher powered guns than our old battered ones, and their charge would probably last longer too.
Suddenly the Dracs all ceased returning fire on us, as the passenger door on the rear Drac car opened, and out he stepped
“Korse,” Kobra and I spoke at exactly the same time
“The one and only.” He held his arms wide as he spoke, his voice soothing, and ultimately creepy. “How are my two favourite Killjoys today? Scared? Anxious? A little… loved up?”
The way he talked, the very tone of his voice made me want to vomit. He spoke so condescendingly, his voice oozed so much sarcasm, and on top of that he was a creepy old robot dude-thing.
“What do you want Korse?” Kobra yelled at him. I looked up at Kobra, he seemed really angry, a lot angrier than what this situation called for.
“Am I not allowed a casual visit with my favourite Killjoys? No? Why ever not?”
“Leave Korse, now. Or we’ll kill all your Dracs and you.” Kobra threatened.
Hmmmmm. Super angry. I didn’t understand what was wrong with Kobra. Sure, Korse is a dick who shows up every few years and tries to kill us, but his weakness was that he was scared of the Killjoys, scared of what we can accomplish.
“I think not dearest Kobra Kid,” Korse almost sang. “Restrain them,” he told his Dracs.
Kobra and I immediately started shooting, but more Dracs had appeared out of nowhere while we had been engaged talking to Korse.
I shot two Drac’s within the next two seconds, Kobra beside me was consistently shooting the Dracs with his gun in one hand, and holding a knife in the other.
We killed so many of them, but not enough. After about 10 minutes of rigorous fighting, involving not only ray guns, but throwing knives and even a baseball bat, we were overpowered. Bound, gagged and thrown into the back of a white van.
The van started up, and we jolted around in the back, while the two Dracs driving laughed and jeered at us.
I refused to let myself cry, I refused to show weakness to them, but I slowly felt despair fill me during the drive that I estimated to be about six hours long, roughly the travelling time from where we were to Battery City.
Battery City. I hadn’t set foot anywhere near the place in years, mainly because it was always surrounded by Dracs.
The van stopped for a second, then started again, I figured we had just passed the checkpoint into the city through the tunnels.
Worry filled me again, I was worrying about what would happen when we got to headquarters, would Kobra and I be separated?
Ten or so minutes of driving later, the van jolted to a stop. I could hear yelling outside, and looked over at Kobra. He was lying on his side, like me, and shot me a wink. I think it was supposed to be reassuring, but it sort of wasn’t. I shot him a glare in response and he laughed. Well, I think he laughed, it was hard to tell with the gag and everything.
Secretly, I had something super important to tell Kobra, but now wasn’t the time, and I couldn’t speak anyway.
The back doors of the van flew open and we were dragged into the harsh sunlight, landing hard on the concrete ground. I managed to twist and land on my shoulder instead of face first, Kobra wasn’t so lucky. I had the urge to laugh at his disgruntled expression, but, still gagged.
We were hauled to our feet and marched inside the building. I tried my best to memorise the route we were taken, through various hallways, up sets of stairs and three different elevators.
The lead Drac stopped and knocked on a door, then entered, we were dragged in after him.
Korse was seated at a desk. Behind him was a wall of windows, through which you could see most of Battery City as we were so high up.
“Ah welcome, welcome, nice car ride? No?” The condescending tone was back, and it was succeeding in creeping me out again.
Neither of us answered him. We had been through dealings with Korse in the past, and knew roughly how to deal with him, although none of us had ever been captured and brought to the city ever before.
“Untie them and check them for weapons.” Korse instructed the Dracs. They had already taken out our gags when we were waiting outside Korse’s office.
We were untied and I stretched out my wrists and rolled my shoulders, loosening the muscles. They had already confiscated my ray gun, but the Drac also found the knife I kept in my boot, but not the one in my bra, as when he had tried to search there I kneed him in the groin and claimed he was trying to cop a feel.
Unfortunately, they found both Kobra’s ray guns, and all five of the knives he kept concealed. We had one knife between the two of us, and it wasn’t looking good.
Notes
Thanks for reading!-emwesteros
