Kobra Kid

For a moment, all that could be heard was Pink sobbing into Party’s white BL/ind shirt. Then, Dr. D. “Are you SURE?” I stepped between my brother and Dr. D with my arms open.

“He’s back! Please, don’t do this!” I said.

Dr. D looked at Pink then. We all did. My heart dropped. Surely she wouldn’t…. would she? Pony whispered something into her ear. Deathly silence. She shook her head. I let out a breath and turned to my brother.

“It’ll be okay… Dr. D won’t do it!”

Party looked up in fear. He pushed me out of the way and crawled over to Dr. D.

“If you won’t kill me, contain me…. Do something before I…. hurt anybody else….. I won’t be myself for much longer Dr. D.”

I could hear the edge of hysteria in his voice.

“When this is over, he will beg for his death.” I could hear Korse telling me.

I interrupted the conversation between Party and Dr. D. “How long will it take you to get that medicine out?”

“About three hours…. assuming the machines are willing to work with me.”

“I don’t HAVE three hours.” Party shuddered. “Fun Ghoul is dead. You’re next Kobra. Please, take care of everybody. Missle Kid should go to school…. Get a job…. Get married… be happy…”

He pulled out his mask from inside his coat pocket and held it out to me with trembling fingers.

“STOP THAT. YOU WON’T DIE.”

I pushed it back to him. Had this… all been planned? A thought formed in my head. Something I had never bothered asking.

“Party… why did Korse hate you so much? I mean, he hated all of us… but he had a special sort of hate for YOU.”

“I don’t know.” Party mumbled, leaning against the wall sleepily “I always had the strange suspicion that he was gay and had a crush on me… I mean… I’m fucking beautiful…. I don’t blame him.”

Joking at a time like this? This was bad. Maybe….

“Pink.” I said, sitting down next to her “Do you know anything that could help us? Anything about Korse that nobody else knew? Maybe a sign that…. HE was sick too?”

Pink shuddered. I then realized the temperature in the hallway. I mean, for Christ’s sake, she was sitting in a dark hallway in her underwear. I shook myself away from the thought and focused on her. She had stopped crying and was breathing hard.
She was trying to remember.

“Well,” She said, softly “Sometimes he would have flashes of anger… and break things. She pointed to a scar on her arm. He made a tube in his office that would keep him in a medical sleep until he was feeling better…..” her eyes widened and she facepalmed herself.

Jet sat next to us. Smiling. “So, all we have to do is take Party there until Dr. D can finish the medicine!”

I was nearly bouncing off the floor.

“Did you hear that, Party?!”

We all looked over to see his reaction. He was laughing softly, hugging himself and rocking back and forth. We had to get him there.

“Pink.” I said firmly “We need you to lead us. NOW.”

She shook herself out of her thoughts and nodded.

We all turned around dutifully as she quickly put on Party’s shirt and his jacket. “Done.” We turned back. I couldn’t help but smile. She looked so delicate in Party’s shirt. His jacket was tied around her waist. She looked like…. A little porcelain doll… in an oversized dress…. In was sort of…. Beautiful. Party’s head rolled to the side. Jet and I lifted him up between us. Pony took Pink’s elbow and looked her in the eyes.

“Cherri’s room is in area B.” He said softly.

She nodded and swallowed. She then stood up shakily and pointed us in a direction. We began to walk…. To run. Up stairs. Down stairs. Across hallways. Then, Pink pointed to a room. She was leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths.

“It’s over there.” The room was all the way on the other side of the hall.

Party’s eyes were closed completely and he had gone completely limp.

“Just stay alive.” I mumbled, as we left Pink behind and rushed to the room.

We entered fast and Jet switched on the light. I put Party inside the enormous glass tube and turned to two tables of buttons.

“How do I work this?!” I asked Jet frantically.

He looked back at Party, then at me. “I’ll go get Pink.”

He rushed out of the room and I kept looking at all the buttons. A big green one. I pressed it. A whoosh. Party’s hair began to sway as the glass door shut. Yes! Yes! A few seconds and Party’s eyes opened slowly. He looked around himself, then at me.

“Are you okay? Is she safe?”

“Yes.”

“Thank God.”

He leaned back against the glass and hugged himself. Then, his breath sharpened. He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Party? What’s wrong?”

He shivered.

“I can’t take it in here…. Let me out, please.”

There were silent tears running down his face. Huh?

“Party…. YOU asked to be put here….”

“I’ll control myself! I promise! I’m your brother! Would you leave me here?”

“I…. Party…. You’ll get better soon…. Just hang on…. I’ll stay with you.”

“I want to make everything right again! If you don’t help me…. I’ll die in here.”

He looked exhausted and defeated. It hurt me to see him like this.

“What am I supposed to do? People keep pressuring me, but nobody tells me what I’m supposed to do!”

“Let me out.”

I looked at my brother.

“But what if….”

“Don’t tell me that got you in it too…. They’re planning something…. They want to leave me in here!”

“Party, calm down. That’s not true….”

“Yes it is! Or are you too blind to see it?! Even you! Even you want me to die!”

“Party, stop it, please! It hurts! That’s not true!”

Footsteps. Jet coming back with Pink.

“Prove it then. Help me.”

My hand rested on the button.

“Kobra, PLEASE.”

“What if….”

“Just do it.” He urged “We’re running out of time…. They’ll be here soon!”

“Show me your eyes.”

All this time, he had been looking at everything else but me. He had covered them, rubbed at them and avoided my gaze. He did. One was green. The other was completely glazed. It could be Party talking…. But it could be HIM.

“It’s me, Kobra” He pleaded “Don’t you recognize me anymore? I’m your brother!”

“The real Party would never say those things.”

I pulled my hand away from the button. He blinked. Then, he put both his hands on the glass.

“I can’t believe I lost you.” He whispered “I’ll make this right….”

“Stop acting like my brother! You’re not my brother!”

“Kobra… it’s ME….”

“STOP IT! JUST STOP! YOU’RE LYING TO ME!”

Jet came in with Pink then. He looked from me to Party.

“You turned it on? Kobra! That’s amazing!”

A choking noise. Party put both his hands to his neck. Jet began to back away.

“Kobra…. What’s happening?”

“I don’t… know….”

A scream. Everyone’s hands flew to their ears as more screaming and panting filled the air.

“P-PARTY, WHAT’S WRONG?”

He looked at me. Oh no. his eyes were completely lost to the blankness and he was smiling like a madman.

“Kobra…. Let me out.” He crooned “I promise I’ll behave. Heck, I’ll try to keep my hands to myself this time. Try.”

Pink recovered from the shock first and pressed a button on the table. A softer whoosh. A fog began to invade the tube. Party looked up. In a few seconds, he was leaning against the tube again. His eyelids were drooping, but he still wouldn’t fall asleep. Pink frowned and reached for the dial. She turned up the fog. More white fog. Party began coughing.

“Pink!” Jet screamed “Stop! You’re hurting him!”

“He’s faking.” I said, crossing my arms.

Party gave me a look that shot daggers.

A few seconds later. He was still fighting. Pink sighed and turned on the maximum fog. This was when I really saw her. She wasn’t that girl we had found in the darkness anymore. She had grown. But she didn’t have to do this. I took her shivering hand and took it off the dial.

“You don’t have to do this to yourself. I know watching hurts.”

She nodded. I took her to the door.

“Pink.”

She stopped. “Yes?”

“You still love him, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Her answer was so sincere, it got a smile out of me.

“You’re one heck of a woman… sis.”

She wrapped her arms around herself and walked towards the darkness. I waited until she was out of sight before going back in the room. I turned down the fog to see Party fast asleep. It didn’t hurt me as much as it should have.

Notes

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