We Are the Kids From Yesterday

Mama, We All Go to Hell

What was better news than knowing that surely, you were going to get killed? Party himself couldn't think of anything. He had slowly head back to Battery City, the snow falling in his face, the storm getting worse and worse with Ghoul trailing behind him. He got to the building the boys had been staying at and just strutted in announcing, "Guess who's ultimate murder is on its way!"

"You really did tell him," Jet said, spinning around in a chair once he heard Party. "I didn't think you had the guts."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ghoul said, his teeth chattering as he shivered and warmed his hands in front of the small fire they had lit up in a like of junk.

"I just didn't think you'd actually tell him," said Jet, glancing at Kobra who had a slightly sad, worried look on his face. "Thought that he'd have to figure it out himself, I know neither of us could."

"Of course I told him," said Ghoul, sounding a bit annoyed for whatever reason. "What do you take me for?"

"Just saying it'd be hard for any of us," said Jet. "None of want Party gone, he's too important to all of us."

"Aww, you're makin' me blush," said Party, plopping into a chair next to Kobra, who was quietly sitting on the floor with his bass guitar in hand. That instrument seemed to be the kid's pride and joy, he was always playing it and always working on something new. "But you see, now I just have more excuses to live it up while I have the chance. I don't want my shamefully early death to be for nothing."

"You're not gonna have a 'shamefully early death,' so don't get in the habit of saying that," Kobra piped up, setting his bass down. "None of us are. We're supposed to protect each other, that's exactly what'll be happening."

"Woah, Jet did you get the Kid all heated before I came down here?" joked Party, knowing perfectly well that no one else was in the mood for any jokes.

"Shut up, Party, I just don't want to see any of you guys get ghosted out there," Kobra said, slightly quieter as he leaned his head against his brother's chair.

Reaching to ruffle his hair, Party looked at him and said, "Hey, I'm just joking. You know I am. You know I won't let any of this shit happen to any of you guys or myself."

"I know," said Kobra, Party able to tell from his expression he likely wouldn't be speaking again. "It's just gotten all too... all too real." He didn't go to swat away Party's hand like he would in the past. The realness of it all was getting to him, knowing it was possible any day his brother would just be gone forever. He even took Party's arm, clutching it once he draped it over his shoulder.

"He's right," replied Jet, standing up. "We can't ignore this anymore. Better Living and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W aren't just little comic book villains to play hero with anymore. They're real. They're targeting our friend, our brother. We need to show them who the Fabulous Four really is. If they want Party, they're asking for all of us."

A smile slowly spread across Ghoul's face as he heard the last bit. "Nice pep talk, Jet."

Jet grinned and squeezed Party's shoulder before going on, "I can tell you're thirsting for chaos, but it's getting late. Don't you think we should head on to bed?"

"Not now Jet, I'm mourning," said Party, sarcastically as he dramatically tossed his head back and spun the chair in circles a bit. Kobra rolled his eyes and picked his bass back up, silently strumming a few notes, not loud enough to be an interruption.

"Mourning what?"

"The loss of myself. I might just go off and get blue-lined in the desert. Gonna die soon anyway."