Your mine to play with and now I'm gonna play with the little one and the best thing is, your all going to be able to hear him scream...Don't worry, we'll take very good care of him.
Korse's last words ran circles around the Killjoys' minds. What could he be planning to do with their youngest? Party didn't want to know or think of the horrible things they could be doing to his baby brother. Kobra was 16! He was still just a kid in Party's eyes. The fear he must be experiencing right now must be overwhelming.
Jet spoke up suddenly. "Guys, we need to find a way out of here and rescue Kobra. I think
I have a plan. We find a way out of these cages, find Kobra, Kill Korse and break out of here."
Ghoul sighed. "It's easier said than done, Jet. For one, how are we gonna get out of these cages? Also, how are we gonna save Kobra when we don't even have our guns?"
Jet sighed. "Yeah, your right Ghoul," he then turned to Party, "Do you have any ideas?"
Party looked at Jet and then turned his attention to the room they were in. There was hardly anything in the room except the cages but something colourful in the corner caught his attention. His eyes lit up and a smirk made it's way to his face.
"Party, your smirking. That means you have an idea, doesn't it?" Ghoul said, hopefully.
Party nodded. "Yes I do, Ghoul. Look over there." He pointed to the far right corner of the room, where four brightly coloured ray guns sat. "It's our guns. Jet's plan is starting to become more do-able."
Jet smiled but it dropped from his face as fast as it came. "Yeah, that solved one flaw in my plan but what about the other? How are we gonna get out of the cages?"
"Ghoul, do you still have the paperclip you found?" Party asked, turning to his best friend and secret crush.
Ghoul smirked. "Yes I do, Party. I'll get right to picking theses locks, shall I?"
Korse smirked at the young boy who was currently strapped to an upright, chrome table. The kid put up one hell of a fight to avoid being strapped down. He had kicked out his legs with a lot of force for a young boy and he even connected with a Drac's face. He had managed to knock the Drac clean out. But, in the end he was still far to weak to pose a real threat due to the fact he had tired himself out. His brother on the other hand...
Kobra weakly struggled against the restraints wildly but still weakly, he wanted off the table. He wanted out. He wanted his brother. Kobra's heart began to beat rapidly in fright when he saw Korse with a syringe in his hand and walked towards him.
"Stay the hell away from me! I don't wanna become a Drac!" Kobra shouted, completely paniced. He didn't wanna become a mindless drone with no emotions, loyal to this asshole and BLI. He'd rather die.
Korse laughed evily. "You've got it all wrong, little one. This is a different kind of drug. We call this one our torture drug. It amplifies the victim's pain levels so even a tiny papercut would feel like there finger was slowly being sawn off but a butter knife." He placed the needle by Kobra's neck before stabbing it in his neck and pushed the liquid into Kobra's bloodstream until the syringe was completely empty. Kobra whimpered in pain and fear when he actually felt the liquid under his skin and knew he was in deep trouble.
"It works almost instantly. I'm going to be asking you questions now, Zone Rat. If you give me a false answer, I'll cut you with this knife." Korse showed a cruel looking knife. It was very sharp and was stained with some other poor Killjoy's blood. "If you don't give me an answer, I'll dislocate one of your fingers. You got that, Kobra Kid?"
Kobra shocked himself when he felt a rush of defiance come from nowhere. He spat at Korse. "Bite me asshole!"
Korse smirked. "maybe later, little one. Okay, question time, we'll give you an easy one first. Is Party Poison your brother?"
Kobra smirked, defiance raidiating from him. "Wow, did you figure that one out yourself? Clever you."
Korse scowled and resisted the urge to slap the boy hard around his pretty little face. "Question two. What is Party Poison's real name?"
"Fuck you, Korse!"
Korse growled but a smirk crossed his face. "I see that you won't tell me. You need to be taught a lesson, don't you, young one?"
Kobra grabbed Kobra's right index finger and pulled and twiated it harshly, dislocating his finger with a sickening pop. The scream that escaped Kobra's lips was full of raw pain and fear. It was loud too and that's what the purpose of this was. It was also what Korse wanted to hear. Maybe this would remove the defiance from the boy. He also wanted Party Poison to hear his precious baby brother being tortured. Being hurt. He wanted him to suffer knowing his brother was hurting and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
Fun Ghoul stopped picking his lock when a scream caught his and his friends ears. He knew who the scream belonged to but he just couldn't believe it. Ghoul looked over at Party to see if he knew who it was.
Party was horrified. He knew that voice anywhere. "Oh god, that was Kobra..."
Jet grew angry. "That son of a bitch! He's torturing him! He's just a kid, for god sake! How could he do that?!"
Party had never wanted to cry so badly in his life. It killed him knowing he couldn't help his brother until he got out of the cage. He was meant to protect Kobra and he was failing. "This is all my fault. If he wasn't my brother, Korse wouldn't show as much interest in him."
Ghoul snapped, hearing the defeat and self loathing in Party's voice. He shouldn't be blaming himself! He still had time to save Kobra. They all did. "Listen to me right now, Party Poison! This is not your fault, no matter how much you believe it is or how much you blame yourself for it, it's not your fault. Do you wanna know who's fault it is? It's Korse's! He's the one hurting Kobra and I swear we're gonna make Korse pay for hurting Kobra but we need you strong, Party. Kobra needs you strong. We'll get him out and we'll get things back to normal, I promise you we will."
Party let Ghoul's mini lecture sink in and he knew that Ghoul was right. Anger towards Korse replaced his self loathing and now all he wanted to do was tear that bastard's head off for hurting his little brother! His Kobra! His little Mikey who wouldn't even hurt a fly! He had promised to protect Kobra and he was determined that he was going to keep that promise. Even if he had to die to keep it.
"Ghoul, hurry up with your lock. We have a kid to save and a bastard to ghost."
"Yes sir!" Ghoul smiled, seeing the fire in his crush's eyes rekindled his. He went back to work on picking his lock.
Party made another silent promise to his brother in his head. Don't worry Mikey, we're on our way. Stay strong, kiddo. Just for a little while longer. I promise we'll make that bastard wish he was never created for hurting you.
