Kobra Kobra Kid. It was the truest name he had ever been called, Fun Ghoul thought, when he saw Kobra crouched over his brother’s crumpled body. The peroxide blond man actually snarled at Fun Ghoul when he tried to approach the two. The filthy tangle of his golden hair served only to emphasize the hungry taut lines of his cheekbones, his expression one of fierce ugliness. Fun Ghoul had backed down immediately hands raised in surrender, unnerved at the way Kobra Kid started him down. He was like a cat gone still in readiness to pounce.Kobra by *withinmeloveresides1
Never before had the ebony haired Killjoy seen Kobra Kid react in such a way. It seemed the death of his older brother had unchained a lurking animal from beneath his skin. But never before had there been reason to analyze the sharp glare of malice that flickered in his companion’s eyes after a firefight. Fun Ghoul too felt hatred towards Draculoids and the licensed oppression they stood for.
America's Suitehearts .:Chapter Five:.Donna sat cross-legged on the floor next to Sandman while Benzedrine supervised, double-checking his dressings and the like to make sure the doctor hadn’t missed anything in his nervousness.America's Suitehearts .:Chapter Five:. by *spencerbeavcoon
“How are you so calm about this?” Benzedrine’s voice was small, almost meek as he spoke, not so full of life like it usually was when he would talk to Ms. Flack.
“I have to be, so you’ll be calm.”
“You weren’t when I called you..” Donna stopped what she was doing for a moment.
“..You sounded like you were crying.”
She took a deep breath and looked up at the blond man.
“I was.” Glancing back down, she placed a hand on Sandman’s forehead, taking note of the cool, clammy flesh.
“I honestly don’t know what to expect when I pick up the telephone now..Like one day, I’m just going to hear ‘He’s gone.’..” For a moment, she lost her bright demeanor.
“When you said
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