the new Kobra

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Kobra had been in bed for weeks now. He was still alive, but the other killjoys worried he may be in a coma.

--Kobra's P.O.V.--

I woke up and already my head was pounding, and my body ached. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed to see old blood covering my clothes. What happened? I tried to remember but I couldn't think of anything. I guess it didn't really matter though. I looked around the room I was in to see the walls were littered in posters and Polaroids. I took one off the wall. There was four men on it looking fairly happy for people in the middle of the desert in old clothes. One of them was wearing the same clothes I was wearing. He looked like he was expressing an emotion I didn't know. It probably wasn't me.

My stomach rumbled and I decided to search outside the room for food. When I walked out one of the men from the picture was right on top of me, almost suffocating me in a hug. He looked like he was about to cry. I don't remember ever crying, but I don't remember a lot of things.

I noticed dark circles under the man's eyes as he started crying. He probably hasn't slept in a while. I wonder why. People need sleep.  "Kobra I'm so glad you're finally awake." He said more but I couldn't understand the rest due to his sobs. I wasn't sure how to respond to this. It felt strange. I just stood there, and let the man hug me. The man let go of me and ran a hand through his slightly greasy bright red hair. "Don't you remember me Kobra? I'm your brother." He was still crying just not as bad now.

At this point another one of the men from the photo put his hand on my brother's shoulder. Or at least I assumed he was my brother. What reason do people have to lie? "Party I told you they might make him different."

"I know, Jet I just- I thought that maybe-" he sighed and took a step back from me. Jet gave him what I guessed would be considered a sympathetic look. I still don't really understand the emotion.

I suddenly remembered the food I originally left the room for and asked. "do you have any food?" the one called party looked extremely hurt. And I just understood less. Party showed me to where they kept the food nonetheless.

Sitting at a table was the shortest man from the photo. He was listening intently to a small radio. He looked up to see who was walking into the room and gaped up at me "Is he?-" he said looking at Party, but before he could finish Party replied.

"he's different" I didn't mind much that they were talking about me, but I didn't mind most things.

"I'm sure they'll wear off soon" the short man said reassuringly.

"You don't know that Ghoul." Ghoul just sighed and continued listening to the radio.

I grabbed the first edible thing I saw in silence. They only sounds were of Party's boot being scraped across the floor, the soft sounds of the radio, and the clinking of the fork against the can of the food I was eating.