Suicidal Dreams

Run AWAY

"Psycho KILLER!"

Music pumped through the speakers making me go deaf to my surroundings. Honestly the worst that could happen was that a Dra patrol car snuck up on me. Which was unlikely to happen.

Speeding along the dessert with me was Kobra Kid. He seemed more distant than any other days, today just seemed to get at him. Nothing less, we both decided to visit Dr. D.

My heart ached with thrill. My body wasn't conscious to the actions my brain was choosing.

We approached Dr. D's place and slowly dismounted our bikes. Kobra Kid gave me a cold stare before entering the small beat up building.

Party Poison wanted us to check up on Missle Kid and their friends seeing as we were heading to their zone anyway.

My reason for being here was to visit Tantrum Goggles. Kobra Kid had unfortunately gotten pissed at the mention of their name. Ghoul told me that they had an awful-almost nasty behavior towards each other. In having me mentioning them made Kobra's day an even more excruciating hell.

If I hadn't mentioned anything then it was most likely he wouldn't be such a dill hole. A pro to this was that Kobra was even more hot when he got pissed.

"Honey Trap! Holy shit wait right there," Show Pony laughed as he went into the recording booth.

He came back with a torn up backpack with old rock band patches. I unzipped it and took a peak.

"ITS A BAG OF MISCHIEF!"

I jumped up and down in glee, but quickly sat on their dusty floor to take a better look.

I took out two paint bombs, smoke bomb, another ray gun, and some throwing knives.

Show Pony awed at my reaction, "happy late birthday!"

I looked at him and smiled softly.

"How in the world did you remember!"

He waved it off and made me try out the throwing knives. The handles were recorded in golden yellow patterns that totally entranced me.

From the corner my eye I saw Kobra Kid shoot glances at us when we got to rowdy. He had been talking with Missle Kid for a while to catch up with her. Soon after he tapone with Dr. D about some concerns we had about the city.

I'd say it was a good hour Show Pony and I hung out while I waited for Kobra. This made me feel kid again, it just brought fond memories.

"I wish I could stay, but Honey still wants to visit Tantrum Goggles."

Dr. D nodded in understatement and lead him to the exit. I got up from my spot and followed along, I hugged Show Pony goodbye.

Both Kobra and I walked out and let the sand crunch beneath our feet.

"I don't want to go anymore, I actually want to tu these out."

I lifted the backpack and strapped it securely on me as I mounted on my bike. A smirk formed on his lips as he got closer to me.

"You're still in trouble from the last time you used a bomb," he taunted.

I rolled my eyes. Seeing as my wound wasn't life threatening, but I may say my ability to maneuver quicker was drastically dropping. If I hadn't moved away faster than I wouldn't have been shot.

"That was just a small mishap!" I whined in annoyance.

All I wanted was to watch stuff blow up. Kobra never understood why I had such a fascination with things blowing up and probably never will.

I enjoyed watching things blow up because it destroys its previous form and takes in a new form. A cycle of replacing and rebuilding to make something even better. It's an art.

Other times just watching the bland colors of explosives made everything around it pop even more. Colors seemingly making each other glow in extravagant excitement as they exchanged chemicals to cause other colors.

"Don't even think about it doll," he mounted his bike and guided us back to the diner.

My happiness buzzed off just by his stupid party popper ways. Sadly Jet Star had to deal with my complaints about how bad of an idiot Kobra was. Other times Jet Star got annoyed and made Party listen to my "absurd teenage drama".

Having Patty listen to me was way better because Party gave more reasons as to why Kobra was stupid. He agreed with literally everything I said, only because he thought his brother was stupid. I admit there were times I was completely wrong, but Kobra wasn't exactly innocent in the situation.

It was just in our nature that we always got into wild fights. Our behaviors were too alike for us not to get mad easily. The boys warned us this would happen seeing as motor babies never ended well.

Somehow it was working out, I wish I knew how so I could keep it like that. Ghoul says it's because the both us are to coward to stand up to each other, meaning we both have given too much love to back out.

This made things pretty hard because believe it or not the both of us did love each other. Calling us a thing wasn't even a thing because we didn't even know what we were. Kobra hides from the titles and tried his best to keep me away from all sort of interaction with them.

He was being cautious. That frightened me quite a bit, at one point something would get to BL/ind about us. Me staying at their Diner compromised a lot of their work and me staying at my place compromised myself.

In the shortest way that I could put it in is:

We were entirely fucked.