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Kobra and Party were captured. 

'Well, well, well, see who we've got down here, two Killjoys? We should definitely celebrate, shouldn't we, Party Poison, and......Kobra Kid, I believe?' Korse pointed his chin slightly at Kobra's direction.
'And Kobra with a 'K', by the way.' Party chimed in with his defiant eyes.

'You should know better than to misbehave, Party.' The Dracs held the two Killjoys by the arms, tight enough to leave bruises.
'What do you want from us?' Party asked.
'Information about your little filthy organisation in the desert.'
'No way.' Party snapped.
'Oh, you never know, Party. How about your baby brother? Kobra, anything to say?'
Kobra snapped his head and tore his eyes away from the floor.

'You'll get nothing from me. Come hell or high water.' Kobra stared into Korse's evil eyes.
'Actually,' Korse grinned, 'I don't need info from you, Kid. I need it from him.' He went on grabbing the collar of Party's jacket, forcing the Killjoy to look at him.

'You can't kill me, Korse. I know you have orders. It's we four or none at all.'
Korse almost burst into laughter, 'You think I'm just gonna let you die that easily without taking anything from you? You know what, it's totally silly.' He suddenly released Party's collar and shifted to punch Kobra in the face, hard.
The younger Killjoy gasped at the unexpected burning sensation on his face as the two Dracs held him firmly still.
Korse grinned and was ready for the second punch.

'No! Don't hurt him!' Party shouted.
Kobra shot him a quick look and Party knew what it meant.
'I'm fine, bro'
'There you go. Someone's realising something now.'
Party stared at Korse, the bastard wanted to use his brother against him. This was probably the only weakness Party had as the leader of the Killjoys. Kobra was all he had, and he couldn't take the risk of losing him.

'So what?' Korse put his hands on his hips, waiting for Party's answer.
No, I couldn't, I couldn't betray those in the desert. Sorry, Kobra, I just couldn't.
'No, no fucking way.' He glanced at Kobra and was met with a weak and sad smile, hardly noticed by others. Korse stepped forwards and punched Kobra in his stomach. Kobra was prepared this time and managed to swallow back the vomit rising in his throat, not letting out a single sound.

'Now you know how it works.' Korse took over the two Dracs holding Kobra, pulled his arms behind his back, and started to push him into a cell with pure white floor and glass walls. Kobra struggled at the firm grip as Korse sent down another blow right between his shoulder blades and forced him thorough the small cell door. Kobra flinched.
'Save it, Kobra. We've only just begun.' Korse walked away, closing the door behind him.

Party looked at the approaching Korse, wondering what he's planning inside his mind.
'You are going inside, too.'
At least he could still be with Kobra. Party sighed slightly in relieve.
However, Korse pointed his index finger to the cell next to Kobra's, 'That one would be yours. Enjoy your stay and the session starts tomorrow, so think about it carefully.'
The Dracs opened the cell door, pushed Party hard enough in the back that he stumbled down to the ground. When he finally got on his feet, the Dracs had already closed the door with a loud clank and left.
Party shouted Kobra a few times and realised that the glass walls were sound-proof. Kobra lay on the floor, face turned away from Party. Party cursed under his breath.
 

Korse lied.

The interrogation actually began at midnight when Korse stepped into Kobra's cell, waking him up with two painful kicks in the ribs.
Kobra yelped and rolled to his side, curling into a ball.

'You wouldn't tell me anything, would you? Let's see what you've got.'
Party was woken up by Korse's voice from the micro system in his cell. Korse must had a mini microphone with him.
His head suddenly snapped as Kobra's scream came through the system. He looked hard through the glass walls, adjusting his eyes to fit in the dim cell of Kobra's.

Kobra's there, on his back, too weak to fight back. Korse's sharp blade moved down smoothly on Kobra's arm and split up the skin as blood gushing out.
'Ready to tell me anything?' Korse spoke into his microphone but not tearing his gaze away from Kobra's bleeding arm.
Party shouted helplessly at the glass wall until he realised that Korse might just enjoy watching his reactions.

Korse pressed his palm onto the freshly cut wound on Kobra's arm. Kobra's body twisted under Korse's grip.
'Not a chance......' Kobra said, through clenched teeth.
'Shut up, Kid, I'm not asking you. Are you alright there, Party?' Korse let go of Kobra's arm and slapped him in the face. Kobra felt his lip split. He spit the blood in his mouth at Korse.
'Screw you, you motherfucker.'

As Party's heart sank seeing Kobra's reaction, he heard Korse growled angrily, 'Fine, Kid. You've asked for it.'
The next thing he saw was Korse's fists rained down endlessly on every possible inch of skin that was not bruised on Kobra.
Party banged the glass wall furiously but knew only too well that he couldn't just give in to Korse.

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