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Dead Scene (Final Chapter)A steady movement beneath him. Kobra shifted and stirred. Had he fallen asleep in the car? But there was no hot leather beneath him, and he wasn’t lying on his back. There was a slight bouncing and pressure beneath his underarms and his knees, and a strangely empty space in between...Dead Scene (Final Chapter) by toad1
“Shit, he’s waking up--” someone whispered.
Kobra opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of a man with green hair and dark-rimmed glasses carrying his legs. He looked down and realized that the pressure on his underarms was a pair of hands that gripped the sides of his ribcage. Panic surged through him. He twisted and struggled, and they cried out and dropped him on the hard ground. Kobra’s head knocked against a chunk of pavement and he winced, then pushed himself up, yanked his gun out of the holster, and pointed it first at the green-haired man, then at--Ghoul?
Kobra slowly lowered the gun, breathing hard. Ghoul paused, then reached out a hand and helped him to his feet.
Dead Scene (Chapter 3)The stars had come out by the time Kobra spotted the first concrete buildings that marked the town border. A bright orange-and-yellow sunset had been painted on the side of the building on the left, with the words Welcome to Sunburst in blue letters beneath it. Kobra walked past brick and concrete buildings with peeling paint, curtains or wooden planks for doors, sheets hanging over broken windows, and gnarled shrubs, prickly bushes, and tall weeds sprouting around the foundations. Kerosene lamps flickered inside some buildings, and others glowed with the steady, dim light of a single lightbulb. Two children inside a fenced-in yard kicked a rubber ball stamped with a Mousekat face. A charred, meaty smell wafted from one of the houses.Dead Scene (Chapter 3) by toad1
Eventually Kobra came to a wood-paneled building with a roofed porch. The porch was lined with plastic chairs, lawn chairs, and a green recycling bin. A red sign near the door read The Burning Tire, with a flaming tire painted beneath.
Dead Scene (Chapter 2)When Kobra pulled up to the diner, Ghoul stood up from a plastic chair placed beside the front entrance. He clutched a newspaper, his face grim. Kobra looked at him curiously, then stepped out and headed toward the trunk. Before he could pop it open, Ghoul hurried up and thrust the newspaper in his hands.Dead Scene (Chapter 2) by toad1
“Here,” he said, not making eye contact. “You need to read this.”
“What?” Kobra turned the newspaper back and forth. “What happened? Another riot?”
“No, uh, here--” Ghoul took the newspaper, folded it back, and pointed to a square of text, then took a deep breath and jammed his hands in his jacket pockets. “Just read it. Quickly.”
Kobra held up the newspaper and peered at the heading. OBITUARIES. Kobra frowned. Was it his aunt Wendy? A family friend? Someone he’d known in school? A former Killjoy? He steadied himself, then turned to the box of text Ghoul had indicated.
Beside the text was a photo of a
Dead Scene (Chapter 1)Kobra sat in the Trans Am driver’s seat with his arms folded. A motorcycle slowly puttered by on the highway, spewing exhaust. The driver turned his head and waved, and Kobra stiffly raised a hand in return.Dead Scene (Chapter 1) by toad1
A moment later, the passenger door opened and Poison stumbled in with a cup of coffee. He wedged the plastic red cup in the cup holder while he pulled out his seatbelt. Kobra peered inside, then winced. The cup held a thin brownish liquid that smelled bitter. A few months ago, he would have teased Poison about brewing weak coffee. But now he silently placed a hand on the steering wheel and switched on the ignition.
Poison slowly sipped his coffee as they drove down the highway. His eyes were dull and framed with a sickly hue, and his stringy hair stuck up at odd angles. The only sound in the car was the hum of the engine. Kobra eyed the glove compartment, which held several cassette tapes tied together with a rubber band. He’d caught a Hot Punch tape after the guitarist