Suicidal Dreams

Bring The Pain

Previously on Suicidal Dreams...

"Charlize," Kobra panted.

He shot up and stood a small distance away from his wife. Honey Trap lifted her left hand to slap him right across the face. The impact of skin to skin made Party hiss.

"You fucking left without saying goodbye!"

"I know baby but I'm here now, I'm here now doll."

I hissed as I shook my hand violently to get rid of the stinging sensation cursing through it. Kobra caressed his cheek as he repeatedly told me he was here now.

"I married an idiot!"

The red head laughed at his brother when he saw him looking lost as ever.

Kobra shook his head and attempted to near me once again. I couldn't help but attach myself to him when his arms wrapped around me.

I had forgotten how tall Kobra was, how every time I kissed him I had to get on my tippy toes. A smile appeared on his poker face when he took notice of my small actions to kiss him.

"I missed that, along other things," he whispered in my ear.

Chills rushed up my body when he gave me a smirk. I regained my composure and helped Val clean himself up.

"Why are you helping him?" Kobra asked as he was shooting daggers at Val.

Val dared to open his trap but, I gave him a death glare that only he knew by now. He instantly shut his mouth and let me fix his busted lip.

"While you guys faked your death- Val here was assigned to protect us while I took over leader."

Kobra scuffed and made gun gestures towards the man. Party seemed very spectacle over my response but went with the flow.

"Val you should head back to the base. Tell the others I'm doing some work."

He nodded and walked out the diner to walk to the garage. I watched as he drove away on my motorbike with ease.

"I need every single detail about this mission because I know for a fact you guys did not plan to fake your death."

Both of them sat down in the booth I was seated to at least give me a story. Not only did they give me a story they gave me new information on the city. Before they went into the city they went to look for Mars Beam for some sort of drink. When they were presumably dead inside the morgue they got a better view of what really was going on in the city. As for Ghoul and Jet they had really died.

"Korse he was distraught after killing Party, something wasn't right and as of now it still doesn't make sense."

I bopped my head up and down slowly. It was odd seeing the two brothers again in the same room.

"How are we telling Missile? I can't have her actually killing you."

Party continued to laugh at my seriousness. As for Kobra he looked mortified that Missile Kid was exposed to terrible people while they were gone.

"Vaya and Vamos thought it was best to continue her training. They were a huge improvement from you Kobra."

Party laughed even more and began to snort when he lost his breath, "she just called you a bad shot."

My lips gave him a playful smile when Kobra scuffed in disagreement. "Kobra you are the worst shot."

He rolled his eyes at us, "why don't we drink up and then speak about this in the morning."

Party and I agreed to Kobra's idea. I jimmied out the booth and jumped behind the front counter. I reached for the radio so we could start a mini party.

Party returned back from the rooms, in his arms he held the boxes of beer, and in his hands he held little plastic baggies.

"Cross fade anybody?" He grinned like a madman.

Kobra Kid opened the baggie immediately and took a whiff of it.

The radio buzzed in when I found the right station.

"We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing
That the world could make a change
And put the suicide dolls as the last ones to mate
Come hard, stay clean
Singing songs for the damned now."

Party sang along passionately, his voice matching the voice singing on the radio.

"This is your band?"

Kobra nodded his head in enthusiasm.

I found the song very catchy and intimidating at the same time. I think it was mainly because the way Party sang.

"Is it hard to stay clean?
And if you all keep believing, I'll keep believing
That the world drives the saints
Put the shotgun shells in the hills it makes
So come hard, stay clean
Because they don't give a damn now."

I watched tentatively from aside how the two acted. Kobra Kid focused himself on a joint he was rolling for his brother. As for Party Poison, he was already on second can of beer.

"Loosen up babe!" Party slid a beer can on the counter top for me to drink. I looked at Kobra unsure if I should.

Unsure if I was going crazy or not for just letting them back into my life so easily. I had mourned then for two weeks and all of a sudden it turns out they faked their deaths.