Battery City Boys

The redhead, whom Frank had guessed was the leader, paced back and forth, scratching at his head, and glaring at the two brothers. This went on for a few minutes, but he eventually stopped.

Looking at Frank, he opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. He began to pace once more.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Adrian was getting nervous, and began to tremble a bit in fear, not knowing what would happen to him and his brother.

Frank had had enough of it.

Standing up quickly, he walked over to Poison, and grabbed his shoulder, stopping his motions.

Poison's head snapped up, as if he didn't realize what he'd been doing.

"Dude, will ya quit pacing? Addie gets nervous when people do that kind of weird shit."

Poison looked over to the younger brother, who lowered his gaze to an interesting cashew on the dirty tile floors of the store. He heard footsteps, and looked over to see a pair of old boots walking his way. Adrian looked up to see Kobra, who was holding out his hand.

"The name's Kobra Kid."

Adrian, confused, took Kobra Kid's hand in his own, who then firmly shook his hand in greeting.

"Thought it'd be easier to know who we are, that way you won't be nervous. Mind if I sit?"

Adrian shrugged, and Kobra took it as a yes to sit next to him on the old counter. Kobra quickly pointed out the other men, who were watching him as he introduced each of them to the young teenager.

"That there Jet Star. He's one of the handiest guys I know, and nicest, so you don't have to worry about him. He may look tough, leather jacket and all, but he's a big ol' teddy bear."

A slightly higher voice rang out in a "Hey!"

Kobra chuckled, and then moved onto the next man.

"That's Party Poison, but we just call him Poison. Ya see, he's my big brother. He's nothing to be scared of, believe me. Well... if he hasn't had his caffeine fix in a while, then he may be a bit grumpy, but he's a good guy. He looks out for us. Though, I do remember a time when Jet and I had to drive him home because someone slipped some Kite in his drink."

Poison, unamused by this, started his own introduction of his little brother.

"And that wise-crackin' comedian over there is my shithead little brother Kobra, for you. He may seem like a dorky little twig of a lad, but wait! That's exactly what he is!"

Frank laughed at the older male's speech.

"Oh yeah, I can definetely tell that you're brothers."

Party Poison looked over to the short man.

"You can tell by the dashingly good looks I passed on to the giraffe."

Kobra kindly flipped off his brother. Turning back to Adrian, he asked him a question, quietly, so the others' conversation wouldn't be disturbed.

"So, kid. Why are you guys here?"

Adrian shrugged, rummaging through his bag, he pulled out a trashed whiteboard and a marker that had seen better days. He wrote something down, then passed it to the other male. Kobra read the surprisingly good handwriting.

"I have friends here. We came to see if they survived."

Kobra looked back up at the boy, who was back to biting his nails. Grabbing his hand to halt his motions, he handed back the board.

"The war started over a year ago. Do you really think they're still here?"

Adrian shook his head. Erasing the board with his sleeve, he again wrote, this time, it was a small paragraph.

"After they killed our parents, we were stuck in a bunker in the basement. We left after we ran out of supplies, and we started north. We didn't know if anyone in our town survived, and we didn't care. We just wanted to find familiar faces. Somewhere safe to stay, if we were lucky."

Kobra nodded his head in agreement.

"We did that too. All of us lost our parents. We don't know who did it, exactly. We hid, also. The people were looking for followers, though. People to join their messed up group. They killed the people who didn't agree to their terms, just like our mom and dad. We hid until they left, then Poison got us both into the trans and left."

Adrian giggled. When Kobra's face became confused, he quickly wrote down in slightly-worse handwriting, "So, we're both orphans of war, then? This sounds like a Harry Potter book."

Kobra chuckled at that. "Yeah, I guess it does sound like the beginning to Harry Potter. I'll give you that one."

The sound of several loud motors roared through the cornerstore, ruining the bonding experience of all that stood inside. It echoed like murderous thunder, the windows lighting up from the headlights like lightning itself had struck the small building.

Grabbing the attention of the group leader, Poison looked around at all of the war-orphans.

Grabbing his gun out of its holster, he went to the shelf that Frank had once upon a time protected himself behind from the glares of potential threats. Looking to the others, Poison whispered the order to hide.

Jet Star hid with Poison, having been in the area already, while Kobra Kid and Adrian hid behind the counters they previously were perched on. This left Frank, who was out in the open, and couldn't find a spot big enough to hide himself in. This predicament had left him only one option.

Run.

Looking to his brother, whose face was peeking at his own from his hiding spot, he whispered, "I'm sorry", and said a small prayer in his head.

And then he ran.

Notes

Third Chapter is up! I am on a serious jelly roll today. /(*^*)/ ~*~*~*~*~

Kite is a type of drug used in the zones for getting high. I will be coming up with some new stuff in the story, as well as using stuff from the comics and album.

I will see you in the next chapter, my lovelies.

Until we meet again.

Sweet Horrors And Terrible Nightmares
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