Behind Amber Eyes

Kobra

Kobra was really glad he knew how to keep a blank expression, because all the dracs were studying him and Luke carefully. He thought it strange that the dracs had promptly been there, forming a walkway for the two of them. Kobra knew there was something way wrong with the way the dracs were acting. Even though they had no emotions, he thought they looked a little...lost maybe. Almost as if they didn't have anything to do anymore.

As he approached the door to Korse's office, he gave Luke one last glance before opening the door.

Kobra's jaw dropped as he took in what was left of Korse's office. Computers everywhere were torn apart. leaving the wires exposed. Many papers were on fire, and blood splattered the windows. Korse's body was nowhere to be found. In fact, the onlly thing left of Korse was the blood splattered on the walls.

"What happened?" Luke whispered. Kobra looked down at him. He looked just as confused as he was. Kobra remembered checking the machines right before the transmission. Everything was in order, there were no viruses in the program. He made sure everything was working: the power switch, the human code, the self destruction button...

Kobra's eyes widened in realization. Korse must've pressed the self destruct button, but why? All that would've done was killed him and ruined his plan. Even though Kobra did want Korse dead, there were many repercussions of suddenly destroying the system. Even though Korse's body was annihilated, his soul was still out in the computers somewhere, waiting to possess someone who became connected to the machine in some way. Also, being that Korse was so suddenly ripped from the conscience of Harley or Shock or whatever that girl's name was, she would be so unfamiliar with functioning on her own. As Korse put it, she would become "a shell of what once was his best creation."

"We have to find the girl," whispered Kobra to Luke.

"You mean Ellie? What about her?"

"Something's not right with this, no this is very wrong," mumbled Kobra.

"What's going on, Michael? Please tell me, I want to help."

Kobra shook his head. He could see worry in the other man's eyes. He too would be worried about Party if he was in trouble. Party, he thought. Everything's going to be alright. But he wasn't quite sure if he believed himself.
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Ghoul

Somehow, Ghoul managed to calm himself down enough to start trying to untie his wrists. Maybe if he wasn't constantly biting his nails down to stubs, it would be easier to cut through the ropes that bound his hands together. He'd just have to settle for maneuvering his fingers through the rope.

For some weird reason, the dracs left unexpectedly, probably because they knew Jet was done for. It was just him and Party and Pony and Dr. D, along with their dead friend.

No one said anything to each other once the dracs left. They all sat silently, mourning the (second) death of their dear friend.

To Ghoul, it seemed as if they were all dropping like flies. Jet, then Kobra, then Jet again, then Luke, and soon to be Shock. It would only be better if he was dead, that way, he wouldn't have to live with all of the deaths on his shoulders. Maybe if they all would just die, he would feel calmed.

Ghoul sat fiddling with the ropes, until he managed to slide out one of his fingers, and the other 9 soon followed. He stared in awe at his free hands, wondering how he managed to untie the deathly tight ropes from his wrists.

"You guys!" He whispered. The other men looked over. Ghoul didn't know why, but he shook his hands and smiled widely.

"Jazz hands, really?" Said Party, trying hard not to laugh. "Stop messing around and untie me you idiot."

Ghoul gladly went over to untie his friends. Pretty soon, all four of them were free of their bonds. The ropes had left deep indents on their wrists.

"Shit, they could've just held me at gunpoint and I wouldn't have moved," said Pony, looking down at the red marks.

Dr. D shook his head, a small smile spreading across his face. "Alright, tumbleweeds, grab a weapon and let's get out of here."

While grabbing one of the ray guns the dracs randomly dropped in the rapid escape, Ghoul looked over his shoulder at Dr. D. The old man was in no condition to stand, let alone have people carry his to his wheelchair. Dr. D was too sick, and Ghould had a feeling everyone knew it.

"I'ts ok," Dr. D croaked, "I'll just slow you down. Leave me and go."

"We can't," interjected Party. "Not after all the trouble we went through together. We can't just let you go like that, D."

Dr. D smiled. "It's no biggie, I'll be waiting here for you guys when you come back. I swear on all the stars in the sky."

One by one, they all shook his hand one last time before departing. Ghoul never remember ever seeing Dr. D crying, but for the first time, he thought he saw tears in the old man's eyes. Ghoul looked away as soon as he saw them. He left soon after, his mind filled with the nagging feeling that he would never see his friend again.
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Dr. D

Dr. D tried to convince himself that everything was going to be alright, but in the back of his mind, he knew death was inevitable. He looked at his friends who were almost like children to him. They were all still so young; still too young to die. Dr. D could only imagine what cruel things Korse would do to them.

Dr. D tried not to let all the thoughts of death fill his mind so instead, he thought of all the memories he had with each and every one of them. A peaceful smile spread across his face, as he reminisced one last time over the memories of his life.

Notes

I always listen to MCR, but lately I've been listening to the Conventional Weapons singles and let me just say, THEY ARE SO GOOD. Anyways, it feels good to be back and I plan on updating more often!

~G