Behind Amber Eyes

Harley

Harley had never felt this nervous before. If she screwed this up, it would be over for her and all of those innocent people that Korse was experimenting on.

She was nearing the same spot where she had first met Party. It was risky going back to the same place, but she knew where she could hide her bike easily and there was no other place she knew about. She aproached the spot where she had hidden her bike before, when her radio started recieving a transmission.

"Harley?" It wasn't Dr. D's voice on the line: it was Pony's. She panicked a little, hoping that he was okay.

"I'm here. Where's Dr. D?" There was a pause on the other end. "Pony, where is he?" There was still no answer. If Dr. D wasn't okay, she didn't know what would happen to her. Her entire life depended on him. She loved him, god damnit, and if he was gone, her entire life would crumble to pieces.

"I don't know where he is," answered Pony.

"What do you mean you don't know where he is?" Demanded Harley. Her heart beat sped up and her breathing quickened.

"Some dracs came by, and they took him and Kobra. I don't know where they took him, but he's not here."

Harley bit her lip, holding back tears. They probably killed him and Kobra. Dracs never showed mercy, and capturing people was not ther forte.

"We thought here that they might've taken them back to Battery City, so I'm changing your mission. You have to bring them back, wheather or not Korse is dead. They're more important than that son of a bitch. Please, Harley." She could hear Pony struggling to hold back tears.

"Okay," choked Harley. The radio went silent and Pony signed off.

Nothing was okay. Dr. D was gone, Kobra was gone. If she only had stayed there, she could've helped. They wouldn't be missing and she wouldn't feel this way.

Harley suddenly felt an emotion that sne almost never felt. Anger boiled inside her, and she felt like she was going to burst. BLInd had taken the only person who she cared deeply about, and they were about to pay.
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Party

Party woke up with a pounding headache. He tried sitting up but the room started spinning. He slammed his head back on his pillow, only causing the pain in his head to worsen. What happened last night? Party didn't remember, but whatever it was took it's revenge on his body.

Moments later, Pony rolled in on his skates. He turned on the light, which made Party's eyes burn. He let out a loud groan as he covered his eyes with his hands.

"A hangover is just karma for a bad decision made the night before," said Pony. So that's what happened, thought Party, I was drinking.

"How much did I drink," he moaned.

"Almost an entire bottle of vodka," snapped Pony. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, Party. We were all worried sick when we saw you the way you were, all drunk and bloody."

"How was I bloody?" asked Party. Pony sighed and looked at his arm. Party followed his eyes to his wrist. It was bandaged tightly.

"Why didn't anyone stop me?" Cried Party.

"Because you were all alone."

Party didn't even remember why he did this to himself. Slowly, he undid the bandages to see the damage.

There were ten. Ten, swollen, jagged cuts all down his arm. They were painful and red. Pony came over and wrapped a new bandage over them.

"Kobra can't see me like this, he'll freak out," said Party worridly. He didn't want his younger brother to think that is was okay to cut.

"I'm afraid that's too late," answered Pony. "Kobra was the only witness. He called for help when he saw."

Party couldn't believe it. His brother had seen him hurt himself. Party tried not to imagine Kobra's face ewhen he saw, but it was too hard. Soo, images of Kobra flooded his head. It was almost overwhelming.

"Mikey," he whispered. Pony looked at him mournfully.

"The rest our out there having breakfast if you care to join us," Pony quickly added. Party nodded and he was helped out of bed and into the kitchen.

Everyone turned their heads when he entered the room. Party stumbled a little bit when he went to sit down in his chair. He grabbed a helping of what looked like mashed potatos and started to eat. Everyone was still staring at him, in awe almost.

"How're you feeling?" Asked Ghoul, breaking the ice. Party looked up and nodded. "Hell of a night last night, huh?"

Everyone waited for his response, but Oarty was tired and hungry, so he sat there: silent.

"Kobra's asleep, in case you were wondering. He won't talk to any of us, but maybe to you." Party looked at Ghoul then stood up from the table and ran towards Kobra's room, tripping over his own feet in the process. When he got there, he was out of breath and wheezing.

"Kobra?" He gasped. Kobra's eyes opened and looked at Party.

"Don't you ever do that again," he said sternly.

"I won't."

"Swear to it!" He yelled, tears in his eyes.

"I swear," murmered Party.

"Do you understand what you did? You hurt me more that you hurt yourself! I watched you bleed and pass out right in front of my eyes! It hurts, Party. If you loved me you would've stayed strong for me!" Kobra screamed at the top of his lungs. He was sobbing uncontrolably. Party sat there, unsure what to do. This was what he didn't want to happen: seeing his brother worried and upset. He wrapped his arm around Kobra's shoulder and held his younger brother close to him.

"Gravity, don't mean to much to me,
I'm who I've got to be.
These pigs are after me, after you.
Run away, like it was yesterday.
And we could run away, if we could run away,
Run away from here," sang Party silently. Kobra slowly stopped crying and his breathing eased.

"I love you, Party. Don't you ever let me down."

Party looked into his eyes and smiled. He wasn't going to be a disapointment to his brother. He was going to be a role model.

They shared a few more seconds of silence, until the door was kicked down. Three draculoids came stomping in. The came over to the bed and ripped Kobra from Party's embrace. Kobra let out a blood curdling scream as the dracs dragged him out of the door. Party tried standing up, but he stood up too fast, and his world started spinning. He grabbed onto the bed to try and stable himself, but his hand slipped and he tumbled to the floor.

"Kobra!" He yelled. The last thing he saw was Kobra struggling against the grasps of the draculoids.

Notes

Sorry. This was a lame chapter, but It'll get better (I promise). Comment and rate (and tell me your favorite Gerard Way hair color)