Cherry Kobra
No less that 9 different knives were currently concealed inside my clothing as I snuck round the side of a storage crate, pressing my body as close to the sun-warmed wood as possible.
Infiltrating enemy camps wasn't an easy task. Especially on your own. The rest of my camp were looking after a seemingly orphaned rebel child who caught some close combat with a drac.
There was a makeshift shack on the edge of this area which with any luck would have a bat city spy inside. This wasn't just a statement of rebellion anymore. This was revenge. This was going to be an interrogation and quite possibly a murder.
I took a quiet breath and moved swiftly out from my cover and towards the door. I barely made a foot over the threshold when I was pulled into a strangling headlock.
I kneed my captor as hard as physically possible and grabbed a short knife from my thigh pocket.
I choked for air and slashed at what I could reach.
"Fuck!" The person yelled dropping me.
I wheeled round to look at them only to take a roundhouse kick to the jaw and everything fading to black.
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When I awoke the first thing I noticed was that all my knives had gone. Even the one in my sole of my shoe. Shit.
The second was that I was tied rather uncomfortably to a shitty wooden chair.
The third was the barrel of a gun pressed to my head. Maybe that should have been the first.
"Oh good morning" A sarcastic voice chimed.
"Who the fuck are you?" I snapped. Turning my sore head to look at the voice. I was greeted with nothing more than a helmet clad face with the words "Good Luck" emblazoned across the visor.
"I could ask you the same and quite frankly I think I fucking should since you're the one on our territory."
"Get real this is the desert there aren't any 'territories'. What are you a fucking bat cit kid?" I scoffed.
He tensed up at that and moved the gun from my temple to between my eyes.
"Answer the fucking question"
"Take your helmet off."
"Why should I?"
"Wow you're a stubborn prick." I laughed maybe a little inappropriately.
"Could say the same to you." He remove the helmet regardless, pushing his hand through his hair.
My eyes traced every line on his pale face. His sharp jawline, his sun chapped lips, his harsh brown eyes, the bruise painting his cheekbone, the loose strands of hair falling into his eyes.
"When you're quite done ogling you could answer the question." He smirked.
"Fuck you I wasn't ogling."
"Whatever you say." The corner of his mouth twitched.
I would be mad but then again I suppose it's some people's dream to have an attractive boy tie them to a piece of furniture and smirk at them.
Depends how you put it in context.
"I'm 'Mr Sandman' on my wanted posters. Worth 750 000 carbons so be careful what you break, sweetie."
"I think I've seen a few of your posters out in the further zones. Though you didn't have bubblegum bullshit hair as far as I remember. And check yourself I'm 1 000 000 carbons, honey."
"Well that just means you're more likely to be killed, doesn't it? And fuck you pink suits me!"
"I never said it didn't."
"Your turn, who are you?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong but I don't have to take questions from the person I'm interrogating?"
I arched my eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes and removed his jacket, dropping it onto the floor and pulled up a chair to sit opposite me. He sat straddling the back of the chair and considered me for a moment before replying.
"I'm surprised you haven't heard of me, 'Sandman'. Kobra Kid. As in the fabulous killjoys? Revolutionised the face of rebellion? We're kinda infamous." He shrugged
"oH! I mean, oh. Yeah you look kinda different without shades, a wanted logo and a price above your head. Don't get ahead of yourself you're a fucking rebel not a celebrity."
"Mmm debatable." He laced his hands behind his head. The veins stood out in his forearms as he did so. I kind of wish he'd kept his jacket on because I needed to focus if I was going to get out of here alive.
"Aren't you meant to be 'interrogating' me? I mean what do you know so far? My name. Nice job, guess you can let me go now."
"Yeah, I generally don't do the interrogating." He chuckled.
"So who does?"
"Ghoul. Tiny but feisty."
"So what do you do?"
"Mainly? This." He stood up and kicked the chair. It hit the wall and broke into several wooden pieces."
"Should I be worried? I feel like I should be worried? Don't do that to my head again for fuck's sake." My eyes widened a little in alarm.
"Guess you gotta start cooperating then, huh?" He bit his lip playfully.
"Could you at least untie me?"
"Nope. How do I know you're not just hitting on me to get free?"
"I'm not hitting on you!" I felt my cheeks flush crimson.
"Your eyes haven't moved from my biceps since I took my jacket off and I sat down so your eyes would stay above my waistline."
Am I really that obvious because that's embarrassing.
"What do you want to know?" I sighed changing the topic.
"You're not from around here. Why are you in our camp? Why are you in this area at all? Are you working for someone? What were you looking for? Are there more of you?" He reeled off.
Honestly I couldn't see any other way out of this and there was a 50% chance of him knocking my brains in if I didn't comply. Well time to sell out all my secrets.
"I'm part of a group called the youngbloods. We're sorta like you guys but from another zone. A few months ago BLI swarmed in on where we were camping. We lost virtually everything, except a few of our bikes and about 1000 carbons between us."
I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them to a what I would take to be a sympathetic look from Kobra.
"Jeez I'm sorry man."
"That's not the worst. I don't care about the stuff they took its material, it means nothing. They took Phoenix. He's my best friend and sort of the only hope I had left out here. I don't care who I have to fight I'm going to get him back. We grew up together, he was all I had."
Kobra didn't say anything for a long time. Like, a really long time.
"They took my brother." He whispered.
"4 months ago. I fell asleep when I was meant to be on watch. They'd been tracking us for months and we were in a new zone and....I fucked up. I fucked up real bad. They came and then there was screaming and people died and the last thing I saw was him being dragged away yelling at me to run. I blacked out."
I shuffled my chair closer towards him, almost toppling over in the process.
"It'll be okay. We'll get them back. Both of them. I can help you."
"I don't know...Ghoul's been super uptight since the raid."
"Who is Ghoul anyways?"
"He's-Oh um...he's him." Kobra pointed at very short man with overgrown black hair leaning in the doorway.
"How's the interrogation going, dusthead?" He spun the trigger guard of his gun round his thumb carelessly.
"It's going fine. He's harmless." Kobra replied cooly.
"If he's so harmless why does he have so many knives?"
"Same reason you've got that gun." I chimed in.
"What's he doing here?"
"Same kinda gig as us?" Kobra replied awkwardly.
"Jeez this is why you don't do interrogations. He's probably playing you to get free. By the looks of it you've only hit him what? Once? Weak." Ghoul rolled his eyes.
I stared up at Kobra with as much conviction as I had in me and I guess something in my tired dusty brown eyes told him I wasn't playing him at all.
"You gotta kick his ass for breaking in at least, you fuckin pansy. But if you're absolutely damn sure I guess he can go." Ghoul sighed and sauntered off in search of food or some other way to vent his frustrations.
Kobra sighed and pushed a hand through his hair again. Grabbing one of my many knives off the table, he cut me free and led me roughly by the wrists outside.
He waited til I'd stored all my knives back in his clothing and stared at me for a while. He swung his gun round his wrist idly in a manner similar to Ghoul's.
"Thanks for not being a dick." I grinned.
He raised an eyebrow at me then slammed the butt of his gun into the side of my jaw.
"FUCKIN- OW" I exclaimed, rubbing my jaw in shock before spitting blood onto the floor.
"That's for breaking in, Cherry Blossom"
Hmm maybe that name would stick.
He watched the blood steadily flowing from my lip. After living like this for so long, it hardly seemed to phase either of us.
He considered me and his soft hazel eyes came to rest on dark honest ones again for a moment before he crashed his mouth roughly against mine.
"And that's just because." He smirked a little, wiping the blood off his lips with his wrist.
"Maybe I'll see you around?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah maybe you will."
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Welcome to the procrastination station. I seem to write a lot of oneshots when I have no inspiration for my main fic so I though I might as well do something with them.
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I quite liked writing this one I might do a part two because I live for Killjoy-Youngblood AUs on tumblr.
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~Lauren xoxo