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The Only Hope For Me Is You

An Offer and a Kiss

I had been tied to a chair, the bag was still over my head, for what seemed like forever. I wanted to know where my friends were, especially Kobra. I couldn't get the terrified look on his face out of my head. I had to know that he was okay. I needed to know that he was safe.

I heard the door open and my head snapped in the direction that the sound was coming from. The bag was torn from my head, the fluorescent lights temporarily blinded me. I quickly shut my eyes and slowly reopened them.

Once my eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, I saw a middle aged women with her black hair pulled tightly into a bun. She was wearing black jeans with a black t-shirt. Her eyes were a cold blue, she looked at me, no emotion whatsoever on her face. She sat down across from me and began to speak, “Ray Toro, refugee from Battery City. Ran away from home almost three weeks ago. Found solace with a group of Killjoys. Those Killjoys are Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, and Kobra Kid. Is that correct?”

My eyes widened, “How do you know all that stuff? I have never met you before.”

"We know a lot of things Mr. Toro. We know about your parents, about your past and present. It is up to you how you want your future to go.” She stated.

“My parents? Do you know if my father is alive?” I asked quickly.

She maintained eye contact with me, her mouth pulled firmly into a thin line. “We do not know your father's current condition. He was taken to BL/ind headquarters, that is the last time we saw him.”

My throat tightened, my suspicion had been right. They were torturing him. God knows how he is doing right now. But I refused to cry in front of this woman, I cleared my throat, “Where is my group? What are you doing to them?”

“Your group is fine Mr. Toro. They are being told the same thing I am about to tell you.” She paused for a moment, “We are all refugees from BL/ind. This is a safe house for rebels. We take in rebels and train them, we train them how to fight, how to treat wounds, how to live in this harsh world that we all call home. However, for obvious reasons, we like to keep our location a secret. That is why we are in Zone 6. People believe the air is too radiated to sustain life, so BL/ind keeps their distance. We are safe as long as people believe being in Zone 6 is a death sentence. You, Mr. Toro, are a rebel. You have talents that can be useful for us. You can work on our vehicles and our weapons.”

“You want me to work for you?” I asked.

She shook her head, “Not for me. For the Rebels. For the fight against BL/ind. You can make our vehicles and weapons ready for battle. When that time comes of course.”

“And if I refuse?” I asked hesitantly.

She took a deep breath, “We cannot have people knowing our location, and not actually being with us. We would have to execute you Mr. Toro. It is your choice of course.”

I was silent for a few moments. I didn't really have a choice in the matter. It was either accept their offer or be killed. “Alright. I'll help.”


“What's your name? Since you know so much about me it's only right that I at least know your name.” I asked as she lead me down a grey hallway. The lights flickered and the overall setting made me uneasy.
She smiled for the first time, “My name is Selena. If we are above ground you will call me Trigger Trickster though. Do you prefer Raymond or Jet?”

I paused, “Well…how about Ray.”

She nodded her head, “Ray…I think is suits you.”

For the next hour she showed me around the compound. To say it was huge is an understatement. More than half of it I couldn't even go into. Selena told me that those areas were classified, that maybe, with time I could see them. She showed me the cafeteria and the common room, they were massive rooms. They were filled with people, laughter and the clatter or silverware made the room seem warm.

Next she showed me where I would be working. A massive, concrete room packed with cars, motorcycles and multiple weapons stood before me. The shrill sound of a power drill reverberated throughout the room. I welcomed the smell of gas and oil. It gave me a small sense of home. We left and walked for a few more minutes, and then we stopped at a door. Selena spoke again, “Breakfast is at seven and dinner is at five. You will report to the mechanics garage at nine tomorrow morning. The lead there is Sammy, he will help you out.” She motioned to the door, “This will be your room, you have a roommate. I will see you at dinner time.”

And with that she left. I opened the door and saw Kobra sitting on the bed. He saw me and smiled. He got to his feet and ran up to me, hugging me tightly. “I thought you might have denied their offer. Thank God Jet.” His breath on my neck caused a shiver to run down my spine.

“You're stuck with me for the long haul.” I repeated what he said to me. A blush crept into his cheeks and he pulled away.

“Where do you have to work?” I asked.
“I am part of the security. They knew that I was a good fighter and good with a gun.” He answered. I wasn't too pleased that his job was more dangerous than mine.

We talked for a few more minutes. He kept talking about his brother and Ghoul. He was worried about their safety, he knew Poison wasn't too keen on giving up control. I was trying to reassure him that they were fine, but he kept muttering things about them. Without thinking I pressed my lips against his, I didn't want him to worry anymore.

He froze and I pulled away, “Shit…Kobra I am so-“ I didn't finish my sentence. Kobra crashed his lips on mine and wrapped his arms around my neck. I held him tightly and kissed back. This moment was perfection. Kobra liked me back.

He pulled away and we smiled at each other. “What's your name?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What?" He questioned.

“What's your real name? I wanna know the name of the man I love.” I said, Kobra smiled brightly.

“It's Michael…but I had everyone call me Mikey.” He answered.

Mikey. I thought it was perfect.


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Next Chapter will either be in Ghoul's or Poison's POV.


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