Behind Amber Eyes

Party

Party had fallen asleep for most of the ride to Battery City, and when her woke up, he experienced the worst hangover ever. He had double vision, and the worst migraine he had ever had. He couldn't even open his eyes for too long or the light of the sun would bear into his skull.

"Ouch," he moaned. He cradled his face in his hands.

"Karma!" Shouted Ghoul, only causing his headache to worsen.

"We're almost there, by the way," yelled Jet. They were clearly trying to piss him off by being so loud.

"Could you guys stop shouting?"

"What was that?" Yelled Ghoul. "You want the radio on?"

"No, please-"

"You know, I haven't heard a guitar shred for a long time." Ghoul turned on the radio and turned to the heavy metal station and turned the volume all the way up.

Party covered his good ear. "I get it, okay! Just turn it off, it hurts." Ghoul turned the radio off.

"Covering your ears to block out the sound only works if you cover both of them," said Ghoul. "Just saying"

Party rolled his eyes, then went back to cradling his face.
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Korse

Korse nodded his head in disbelief. "You'd think Luke would know that the defibrillator wouldn't save Michael." Korse was tired of having to explain Michael's situation to everybody and have them not understand.

"Didn't you explain everything about the radio signal and why he would be dead without it?"

"I thought I did, but clearly not." Korse rested his head on his forehead. He told Luke that, no matter how badly Michael was hurt, he could send a broadcast to the gene telling it to keep him alive.

"You understand, right?"

"It it obvious. There really aren't many complications."

"Except," said Korse, "except that Michael's brain takes longer to receive the transmission. In a few minutes, he should be okay. I was only practicing the transmission of an artificial panic attack, and it was too strong. I've already sent the code to Michael to wake up."

"Remind me, boss. Why are we still keeping him alive?"

"He is bait. In no time, Michael's friends will be here to get him. The important one is with them, and he will do anything to save his own brother."
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Luke

"I killed him," Luke choked out. Michael's heart wasn't beating anymore. He must've cooked it with the voltage in the defibrillator. The first person whom he had feelings for in years was dead. He brushed a strand of hair from his face. He truly was beautiful and, although Luke had only known him for a little while, he loved him. He loved the gleam in his eyes whenever he spoke, he loved the way he flicked his hair back from his face, and most of all, he loved the sweet sound of Michael's words as he spoke to him.

"Poor Party," Luke heard Ellie say.

"What?"

"Party's his brother," she said, a tear slipping down her face.

"Look at you, worrying about people who don't matter," spat Luke. "You know, people really get pissed when other people worry about stupid things. 'Oh, what will his brother do?', 'Oh, I wonder what this person will say when they hear what happens'. Well how about 'NOBODY FUCKING CARES ABOUT HIS BROTHER!'. Michael just fucking died, and you're here thinking of his brother!" Luke slapped Ellie across the face. She barely even flinched.

"Don't you ever touch me again, you monster."

"I won't have to." said Luke, grabbing a tube that was in to Ellie's neck.

"What are you doing?" She whimpered.

"All I gotta do it pull this out, and you're gone forever."

"No, Luke. Stop you're crazy. This isn't you, just snap out of it."

"Don't you ever call me crazy. Ever." Luke tugged at the tube. Ellie shrieked.

"No, Luke, PLEASE!"

"Don't do it," said a raspy voice from across the room. Luke whipped his head around to see the impossible. Michael smiled at him, and Luke dropped the tube and crumbled on top of Michael.

Notes

sorry it's late, but here you go