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I have ideas for another story I want to do... a short one. I may post. I'm pondering it.

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Chapter Six:

"Hey, Kobra," Poison said as he sat down in the misty desert with his brother, back against the wooden wall of the Diner.

"Hey, man." They watched all the sand move as the wind's current carried everything away.

"How're you and Contro?"

Kobra grinned as he heard her name. "Fine!"

Poison grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and a lighter. Kobra took the cigarette and threw it on the ground.

"HEY! Again, I was gonna fucking smoke that. What is it with you and your girlfriend trying to force me not to screw my lungs over?" Poison yelled. Kobra smirked. He got up and started walking back into the diner.

This left Poison alone. He stared off into the midday scene. Then, he heard an engine. A loud one. It was unnatural. Like a motorcycle. A motorcycle? He gave Corrupt his. So... Pois put two and two together and realized it was Corrupt. The figure and noise got closer. It was her. And she was alone. He waved as she parked it next to him. She was wearing a backpack. A large one.

"Hi," she said as she jumped off. "I decided to come back and stay a while... if you don't mind. I'm kind of sick and tired of being around my group. So, for now, if you don't mind..." She awkwardly trailed off. He grinned and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Of course you can stay! That's what I told you to do last night." She deviously smiled and started walking to the door.

"CORRUPT!" Jet screamed as he ran up to her and gave her a tight hug. "I didn't know if I'd be seeing your whereabouts again!" She let go and ruffled Jet's hair.

"Why would I not come back to visit, Jet? You're probably one of the coolest people I know," Corrupt said as she glanced over at Poison. Pois felt his heart skip a beat.

Contro walked out of the kitchen and saw Corrupt standing there. She did a double-take and widened her eyes. "Oh. It's you. Hello."

"Yeah. It's me, Smurfy," she rudely said. Contro sighed and went back to the kitchen.

"SO, you wanna play Texas Hold 'Em again?" Jet excitedly asked. Corrupt shook her head.

"I was thinking that we could go hit Route Guano. I passed it on the way here and there were a load of Dracs. Even Blueberry could go!" Corrupt declared.

"Sounds like a plan," Poison affirmed.


Two hours later, they were in Dr. Death's van a few miles away from Route Guano. Dr. D and Grace were left at his shack. A CD was playing called 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge'. They were the same band that was singing on the radio all those weeks ago, but these songs were darker. More true. Painfully true, Contro thought.

Corrupt and Poison were singing aloud, "Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal, and you never had a chance. Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
a pretty face, but you do so carry on, and on, and on!" Contro and Kobra exchanged glances. She frowned and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Kill me now," she breathed. Kobra put his hand on her knee.

"You'll get over it," he whispered as he kissed her head.

"So give me all your poison! And give me all your pills! And give me all your hopeless hearts, and make me ill. You're running after something that you'll never kill. If this is what you want, then fire at will!"

Ghoul tightened the steering wheel and let out an angry sigh. "Would you mind shutting the fuck up for five seconds?" he yelled over the speakers. Poison, who was sitting in the passenger's seat, turned it down. Corrupt shot him a look.

"I was enjoying it!" she yelled, playfully. He gave her a silly grin and rolled his eyes.

"You guys should be on a show or something. That's how awesome you are at singing," Jet commented.

"Guys, were about two minutes walking distance from where the Dracs are. Let's just park here," Kobra growled, trying to change the subject. Ghoul gladly parked and hopped out.

Everyone got out except Contro and Kobra.

"Nothing will happen. Right? Yeah. We'll be fine," she worried. He shook his head and grabbed her shoulders.

"Nothing will happen. I promise. If they kill you, I'm already dead," he admitted. She shivered at the thought of him dying then tensed up.

What if Opaque Soul is with them? She pondered. What if... what if I accidently kill him?

Contro tried to clear those thoughts but she really couldn't. What if Korse found out I wasn't dead and tortured Opaque?

Contro focused on Kobra and looked into his hazel eyes. "Well, if they kill you I'm already dead."

They kissed one last time then they walked outside to where the others were.

"Okay, if anyone gets hurt, kill all the surrounding Dracs first-then get them back to the van. If anyone dies... let's hope it doesn't get to that point. Most of you know the drill. Blueberry, all you do is kill the enemy. I'm assuming you know how to shoot a laser gun," Corrupt said as she looked over each and every one of them. "Let's go."

They all began walking in a V-formation. Poison in the front, Kobra and Jet behind him, and Contro, Corrupt and Ghoul in the back-being the smallest.

"Kick some ass," Poison yelled from the front. The first round of Dracs were easy. Then came around the SCARECROW unit. Contro shot one that was near her and Corrupt. Another shot at them and Contro ducked out of the way but Corrupt was nearby. Kobra ran in and walked in front of Corrupt. He shot the SCARECROW but the laser that was meant to kill Corrupt hit his leg.

"KOBRA!" Contro screamed as she ran up to him.

"DON'T FUCK AROUND!" Corrupt said as she tried to hold off the Dracs that aimed for Contro.

"No, no, Kobra are you okay? Kobra! KOBRA! Oh, God. Oh, no," Contro muttered as she watched him slip into unconsciousness. Tears ran down Contro's cheeks as she turned away from him and killed every Drac that circled around her and Kobra. Poison saw what was happening and ran over to her.

"What happened? Is he okay? Oh shit!" he yelled in between shooting the nearest Exterminators. Tears escaped from Poison's eyes too. They both figured that Kobra was dead. That he had immediately died from one shot in the leg. Corrupt knew better. She knew Kobra was just barely wounded.

"HE'S FINE, YOU TWO. Kill the rest of them!" Corrupt assured. Contro wiped the tears away and began going on a complete rampage- shooting every Drac that got near her.

Soon, they were all killed. All done. Dead.

As soon as they were, Contro ran to Kobra. "GHOUL, GO GET THE VAN RUNNING AND PARK IT CLOSER TO HERE!" Controversial Mayhem screamed. He nodded and bolted towards the multi-colored car.

Poison and Contro stood over Kobra. Corrupt and Jet were off to the side, watching. Anxiously waiting.

"Kobra Kid?" Contro whispered as she touched his cheek. "Can you hear me?" She started crying harder. Waterworks. Poison was softening up too.

Kobra's eyes slowly opened. "Is Corrupt dead?" he said, his voice cracking. Contro smirked as she pushed his hair back and shook her head.

"No, no she's fine. And you're gonna be okay too. I promise," Contro breathed. She was on her knees in the dirt, hugging him. Poison was sitting right next to the two of them, crying. Jet and Corrupt were tearing up too.

Soon, the car was parked to where they could carry him inside.

"We need to get him to Dr. Death," Ghoul said as he turned around and sped towards Dr. D's shack.

"Dr. Death Defying? The radio broadcaster?" Corrupt asked. Everyone except Kobra nodded. "I fucking love that guy! He plays... oh, what's it called... Na Na Na a lot?"

"Yeah... songs like that," Poison whispered. Kobra's head was resting on Contro's knee and Pois was sitting on the floor next to where he was laying. the rest seemed less worried.

Contro took a random tee-shirt from the back of the van and used it to stop the bleeding in Kobra's leg.

"He'll be okay, Mayhem," Poison said softly. "If he dies, we're going with him." Contro recalled the last thing Kobra said to her and nodded.

"We'll all go with him."


"He should be fine!" Dr. Death said an hour and a half later. "Just make sure you change the bandages. I might not even have to visit. He's a trooper. Just keep him off that leg for a few weeks."

"WEEKS?" Kobra exclaimed.

Contro rolled her eyes. "What important things are you gonna be doing, Kobra?"

"Well... I dunno. I... never mind," he muttered. Contro's birthday was in a month and he planned on making something for her that would require handy-work. Maybe I could get Poison to do it for me... Kobra thought. He then hid a grin. No, this has to be great.

"I should be gettin' back to the radio. I have a broadcast in 15 minutes," Dr. D boomed. Everyone said goodbye to him and Grace and left.


"I have a tattoo, you know," Contro whispered as she and Kobra lay on the cot, alone. Poison, Corrupt, Jet, and Ghoul were all in the other room.

"A tattoo? What does it have the name of your ex-boyfriend on it?" Kobra slyly muttered. She smiled.

"No. It's French. It says: Mais la vie est un rĂªve. Which means: Life is but a dream."

"It isn't on your ass, right?" he questioned, only half-kidding.

She giggled. "No, on my ankle. I got it just before I joined you guys. I was wandering Battery City one day and thought: OH HEY! Tattoos are cool. And I got one!"

"Well, I don't have any tramp-stamps you don't know about," he breathed. She turned to her side.

"Are you sure?" Contro asked suggestively.

He kissed her but she broke it. "Your leg. You need rest," she whispered.

"You just have to ruin everything, don't you, Contro?"

She turned onto her back. "No. Just little things."


A/N: I wasn't too proud of this one either. I mean, it's sweet and all. Just. AH, I didn't plan on him getting badly injured. My crazed mind just kind of does things on it's own sometimes. Oh well.

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