I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 222: Meet His Maker
Very late into the night, Michael cautiously trekked through the large three-story abandoned AirBnB house as Kobra, leader of the Killjoys. He wore his mask as he made his way through the long dark corridors, the air thick with a violent kind of tension that was threatening to shred through and manifest itself at any moment. It could cause a chill to run down a person’s spine, or break someone out in a cold sweat that would make them shake in their boots. For Kobra, the tension only affected him in one simple way. It relayed a warning that something was coming for him. Something final was about to unravel this very night.
Despite knowing that doom was awaiting him around every corner, Kobra kept his chin up as he began to hit the more populous areas of the AirBnB on the way to his room. He kept his eyes forward passing by other Killjoys that watched him like a pack of wolves out of the corner of their eyes, thinking he wouldn't detect it. Kobra even kept his eyes forward when he passed the massive dining area where a bold yellow-haired Canary sat at the head of the table with her feet propped up and her hands engaged in sharpening her blades. He especially felt her brown lethal eyes stalking his every room as she honed her weapons for what would obviously be the fallout soon enough.
Around that same table were other Killjoys that were all recruited after Poison’s exit from the Killjoys. They too had their weapons in hands at ready and conspicuously him like hawks behind their masks. Kobra could practically hear the adrenaline rushing with excitement through their veins, and could smell their hunger for blood.
But Kobra paid them all no mind, or at least executed like he did. Portraying himself likely like a leader who unwisely trusted his own men and women wholeheartedly, he made his way towards the stairs to get to his room where his secretly pregnant fiance awaited his return. As he proceeded to walk down the hall that led to both the stairs and the front double doors of the AirBnB, he spied both Jet and Drummer loitering around at the bottom of the stairs. It wasn’t coincidental, it was for a purpose, but Kobra didn’t let it slow him. Moving onward, he felt the two larger men eye him up and down. Appearing completely oblivious to their eyes, Kobra rounded the newel post to ascend the stairs when he sensed them coming up behind him.
“What the hell is going on with you, Kobra?!” Drummer hissed from behind his once greatly respected leader. He couldn’t hide the frustration in his voice even at such a low volume. The Killjoys have all been left with nothing but questions these days, and their leader had pretty much discarded them for one of their members, Sable.
“None of your business.” Kobra replied, unperturbed by their larger stature towering over him from behind. If they were gonna try to assassinate him right here and now, they would’ve already stuck a blade in him. Or at least attempted to instead of talking to him. Kobra trained his pupils to avoid the chit chats when it came to eliminating their target and instead to go for the kill every single time. Barely turning his head towards their presence, he ordered them with an odd level of calm no normal person would have in this situation. “Now, back off and stand down if you know what’s good for you.”
Both temporarily dumbfounded by the repose their leader oozed in what would be his final moments alive, Jet growled. “Know what’s good for us?! More like what’s good for you! Need we remind you that you have been staggering for months as our leader?!”
Closing his eyes to that dangerous and lethal reminder, Kobra couldn’t bring himself to take the first step up the stairs to make his very toned down escape. Never in his life had he been a failure, and wouldn’t ever allow any outcomes to transpire that way. But since embracing his love for Masika and finding out he was gonna be first time daddy, Kobra could never get his footing back into being the celebrated leader he once was for the Killjoys. And because of that failure, tonight he will meet his maker.
“You allowed Poison to go free without so much as a scratch, and have been so preoccupied with fucking around with Sable you’re no longer the leader we once knew! You’ve lost your passion for killing! For hunting the living!” Drummer snarled, his massive hand curling into fisted weapons at his side. He’d been powerless to unleash his thirst for human lives since their leader had been unavailable to provide them their prey. He and everyone else in the Killjoys were practically starving for blood!
“I’m fine.” Kobra bit back, his teeth clenched as he fought to keep himself in check. He couldn’t fight them now. No, not until he made sure Masika and his baby were safe and out of this place first. No way was he gonna allow the Killjoys to get to him AND risk his family’s life.
“No! You're not!” Jet shouted loud enough to garner them even more attention from the Killjoys that had been chilling in the corridors. One by one, others stepped out from the other rooms to check out what was going on. Jet didn’t pay them any mind though. They mattered nothing to him. What did, was getting their only boss to get his head out his arse to see reality again! To see them, the Killjoys!
Coming down the stairs were both Iris and Rouge walking side by side, hand in hand. They’d been caught up with each other since confessing their feelings for each other, and unlike all the other Killjoys hadn’t noticed the scarcity of leadership Kobra was delivering these past few months. When they heard Jet shout, they stopped in their tracks, broke eye contact with one another, and stared down at the rebellion below.
“You’re not yourself anymore, Kobra.” Drummer growled, bringing up that fact that was on everyone’s minds these days. He really wasn’t fixed to try and bully their leader to get him to wake up, instead he’d rather issue a threat of warning of what was to come if he didn’t get himself together soon. “You need to hurry and get your shit together, man…or else.”
Or else?!
Man, Kobra had killed members before that questioned him for less! That reminder almost made him want to laugh at how time had changed him since then. He went from slicing throats like melted butter to having to restrain himself to protect someone he cared for more than his own life. Still, Kobra couldn’t resist provoking them when he glanced over his shoulder to glare at Drummer. “Or what?”
Though Iris and Rouge were deeply engrossed in their own romance to care about killing people anymore, they’d been hearing about what was going on with Kobra as of late. Now they didn’t give a damn that Kobra wasn’t doing his job by them as their leader, but everyone else was clearly hell bent on making him pay. Because neither Drummer or the other Killjoys were gonna finish the threat on Kobra, Iris spoke up, his tone at least didn’t hold any personal bitterness to it. “Or else you’ll have to be put down.”
Glancing up the stairs at Iris’s orange mask, Kobra stared deep into his almost black eyes due to the dim lighting and time of night. Intrigued that he was even a part of this considering he never saw much of him anymore, Konra tilted his head and asked. “Oh, is that so?”
“Y-Yes…” Rouge answered for his boyfriend, squeezing his hand with his as he too stared down at their leader who had done nothing but protect them for so many years. He was almost like a big brother, or father figure a lot of them never had, which was why it bothered Rouge to hear everyone despised Kobra so much. Had it not been for him he’d have never met Iris and found love for the first time. In a way, he was kinda indebted to him…but he was also indebted to the Killjoy for being his only family too!
Stepping forward to purposely overcrowd their soon-to-be-dead boss to intimidate, Jet told Kobra. “You remember the rules, Kobra. Hell, you should remember the rules better than anyone! If you can’t provide us with more bodies, then we have every right to snuff you out as soon as we see fit.”
“And we’ve been very lenient with you as of late!” Drummer pointed out, splaying his arms wide to indicate not only him and Jet, but every Killjoy within the AirBnB. “But tonight, we won’t be any longer. This ends now!”
From halfway up the stairs, the Rainbow mohawk Dash descends the stairs to watch the intervention unfold with thrilled interest. Citrus tagged along with him and hailed out to Kobra from Dash’s side. “I kept telling you guys we shouldn’t have been so kind to him to begin with! It’s always been against the rules to sympathize with other members of the family, including our own leaders!”
The more Killjoys that closed in along with the others, the more sick Kobra was getting with this whole conversation. They’d always spoken to him with respect, but right now they were talking to him like he was some inferior prey of theirs, and he wasn't about to stand it any longer. Failed leader or not. Pushing both Jet and Drummer back by shoving himself into them so he could return to the ground floor, Kobra stretched his arm out and turned circles to address everyone that came by to watch the extravaganza that would be his assassination. “Alright, you degenerate! You want blood so bad, you want vengeance!? Then come and get it, right here right now! If you think you got the balls, come on! Take my ass out! Bring your buddies and let them join you! I’ll take all you assholes at once!”
The entire household went silent at once, not one making a move to take him on his challenge. Each one glared at Kobra instead as the sound of an incoming storm was beginning to approach from a distance.
Despite knowing that doom was awaiting him around every corner, Kobra kept his chin up as he began to hit the more populous areas of the AirBnB on the way to his room. He kept his eyes forward passing by other Killjoys that watched him like a pack of wolves out of the corner of their eyes, thinking he wouldn't detect it. Kobra even kept his eyes forward when he passed the massive dining area where a bold yellow-haired Canary sat at the head of the table with her feet propped up and her hands engaged in sharpening her blades. He especially felt her brown lethal eyes stalking his every room as she honed her weapons for what would obviously be the fallout soon enough.
Around that same table were other Killjoys that were all recruited after Poison’s exit from the Killjoys. They too had their weapons in hands at ready and conspicuously him like hawks behind their masks. Kobra could practically hear the adrenaline rushing with excitement through their veins, and could smell their hunger for blood.
But Kobra paid them all no mind, or at least executed like he did. Portraying himself likely like a leader who unwisely trusted his own men and women wholeheartedly, he made his way towards the stairs to get to his room where his secretly pregnant fiance awaited his return. As he proceeded to walk down the hall that led to both the stairs and the front double doors of the AirBnB, he spied both Jet and Drummer loitering around at the bottom of the stairs. It wasn’t coincidental, it was for a purpose, but Kobra didn’t let it slow him. Moving onward, he felt the two larger men eye him up and down. Appearing completely oblivious to their eyes, Kobra rounded the newel post to ascend the stairs when he sensed them coming up behind him.
“What the hell is going on with you, Kobra?!” Drummer hissed from behind his once greatly respected leader. He couldn’t hide the frustration in his voice even at such a low volume. The Killjoys have all been left with nothing but questions these days, and their leader had pretty much discarded them for one of their members, Sable.
“None of your business.” Kobra replied, unperturbed by their larger stature towering over him from behind. If they were gonna try to assassinate him right here and now, they would’ve already stuck a blade in him. Or at least attempted to instead of talking to him. Kobra trained his pupils to avoid the chit chats when it came to eliminating their target and instead to go for the kill every single time. Barely turning his head towards their presence, he ordered them with an odd level of calm no normal person would have in this situation. “Now, back off and stand down if you know what’s good for you.”
Both temporarily dumbfounded by the repose their leader oozed in what would be his final moments alive, Jet growled. “Know what’s good for us?! More like what’s good for you! Need we remind you that you have been staggering for months as our leader?!”
Closing his eyes to that dangerous and lethal reminder, Kobra couldn’t bring himself to take the first step up the stairs to make his very toned down escape. Never in his life had he been a failure, and wouldn’t ever allow any outcomes to transpire that way. But since embracing his love for Masika and finding out he was gonna be first time daddy, Kobra could never get his footing back into being the celebrated leader he once was for the Killjoys. And because of that failure, tonight he will meet his maker.
“You allowed Poison to go free without so much as a scratch, and have been so preoccupied with fucking around with Sable you’re no longer the leader we once knew! You’ve lost your passion for killing! For hunting the living!” Drummer snarled, his massive hand curling into fisted weapons at his side. He’d been powerless to unleash his thirst for human lives since their leader had been unavailable to provide them their prey. He and everyone else in the Killjoys were practically starving for blood!
“I’m fine.” Kobra bit back, his teeth clenched as he fought to keep himself in check. He couldn’t fight them now. No, not until he made sure Masika and his baby were safe and out of this place first. No way was he gonna allow the Killjoys to get to him AND risk his family’s life.
“No! You're not!” Jet shouted loud enough to garner them even more attention from the Killjoys that had been chilling in the corridors. One by one, others stepped out from the other rooms to check out what was going on. Jet didn’t pay them any mind though. They mattered nothing to him. What did, was getting their only boss to get his head out his arse to see reality again! To see them, the Killjoys!
Coming down the stairs were both Iris and Rouge walking side by side, hand in hand. They’d been caught up with each other since confessing their feelings for each other, and unlike all the other Killjoys hadn’t noticed the scarcity of leadership Kobra was delivering these past few months. When they heard Jet shout, they stopped in their tracks, broke eye contact with one another, and stared down at the rebellion below.
“You’re not yourself anymore, Kobra.” Drummer growled, bringing up that fact that was on everyone’s minds these days. He really wasn’t fixed to try and bully their leader to get him to wake up, instead he’d rather issue a threat of warning of what was to come if he didn’t get himself together soon. “You need to hurry and get your shit together, man…or else.”
Or else?!
Man, Kobra had killed members before that questioned him for less! That reminder almost made him want to laugh at how time had changed him since then. He went from slicing throats like melted butter to having to restrain himself to protect someone he cared for more than his own life. Still, Kobra couldn’t resist provoking them when he glanced over his shoulder to glare at Drummer. “Or what?”
Though Iris and Rouge were deeply engrossed in their own romance to care about killing people anymore, they’d been hearing about what was going on with Kobra as of late. Now they didn’t give a damn that Kobra wasn’t doing his job by them as their leader, but everyone else was clearly hell bent on making him pay. Because neither Drummer or the other Killjoys were gonna finish the threat on Kobra, Iris spoke up, his tone at least didn’t hold any personal bitterness to it. “Or else you’ll have to be put down.”
Glancing up the stairs at Iris’s orange mask, Kobra stared deep into his almost black eyes due to the dim lighting and time of night. Intrigued that he was even a part of this considering he never saw much of him anymore, Konra tilted his head and asked. “Oh, is that so?”
“Y-Yes…” Rouge answered for his boyfriend, squeezing his hand with his as he too stared down at their leader who had done nothing but protect them for so many years. He was almost like a big brother, or father figure a lot of them never had, which was why it bothered Rouge to hear everyone despised Kobra so much. Had it not been for him he’d have never met Iris and found love for the first time. In a way, he was kinda indebted to him…but he was also indebted to the Killjoy for being his only family too!
Stepping forward to purposely overcrowd their soon-to-be-dead boss to intimidate, Jet told Kobra. “You remember the rules, Kobra. Hell, you should remember the rules better than anyone! If you can’t provide us with more bodies, then we have every right to snuff you out as soon as we see fit.”
“And we’ve been very lenient with you as of late!” Drummer pointed out, splaying his arms wide to indicate not only him and Jet, but every Killjoy within the AirBnB. “But tonight, we won’t be any longer. This ends now!”
From halfway up the stairs, the Rainbow mohawk Dash descends the stairs to watch the intervention unfold with thrilled interest. Citrus tagged along with him and hailed out to Kobra from Dash’s side. “I kept telling you guys we shouldn’t have been so kind to him to begin with! It’s always been against the rules to sympathize with other members of the family, including our own leaders!”
The more Killjoys that closed in along with the others, the more sick Kobra was getting with this whole conversation. They’d always spoken to him with respect, but right now they were talking to him like he was some inferior prey of theirs, and he wasn't about to stand it any longer. Failed leader or not. Pushing both Jet and Drummer back by shoving himself into them so he could return to the ground floor, Kobra stretched his arm out and turned circles to address everyone that came by to watch the extravaganza that would be his assassination. “Alright, you degenerate! You want blood so bad, you want vengeance!? Then come and get it, right here right now! If you think you got the balls, come on! Take my ass out! Bring your buddies and let them join you! I’ll take all you assholes at once!”
The entire household went silent at once, not one making a move to take him on his challenge. Each one glared at Kobra instead as the sound of an incoming storm was beginning to approach from a distance.