01 | holo | location: sanctuary | Remember when you were a madman?
Kobra screams and whirls around, gun raised and ready to shoot. He's faced with nothing but bare walls and deafening silence, the cutting sounds of ray guns only a faint memory in his ears. He stares, wide-eyed and breathing harshly, at the spot where moments ago his brother's lifeless body fell to the floor. He's not there. Neither is Korse and the satisfied smirk that Kobra wants to wipe off his face with his gun, smash his teeth in and turn his face into a bloody mess.
The air rushes from Kobra's lungs in a shaky exhale and his entire body starts to tremble. He stumbles as he turns, eyes frantically scanning the room. Nothing. There is no one here. His arm falls to his side, grip around the gun still tight. "Party?" Kobra swallows against the dryness in his throat. "Party?!"
Still nothing. Kobra fells like his feet are about to give out under him. He just stands there, breathing through the dizziness that has taken hold of him. When he glances down he spots a bracelet around his wrist and instantly his body goes into another frenzy. Fuck. BL/nd has gotten him, locked him away, chipped him. Kobra's ray gun clutters to the floor as he pulls on the bracelet, forcefully trying to take it off. It doesn't budge. His breathing comes in sharp bursts as he panics.
"Fuck!" Kobra runs a hand through his hair. "Think. Think," he mutters. There is an absence of BL/nd logos, the thing they brandished onto absolutely everything. Maybe…maybe this isn't them? Kobra forces his body into moving and picks his gun up again before looks around. The room is circular, no evidence of a way out. He moves to the wall, placing his hand against it and trying to find cracks, some kind of secret hatch that'll let him out.
Kobra's forehead falls against the wall with a dull thud when he finds nothing, and he closed his eyes, his heart still racing. What is he supposed to do? Where is he? And where is his brother? Swallowing against the bile rising in his throat Kobra pries his eyes open again and takes a step back.
Anger is boiling hot under Kobra's skin and he throws himself against the wall with all his might. "Hello? The fuck, let me out of here!!!" He yells, panting. For a few seconds he keeps perfectly still and listens, but no sounds comes from the other side. Eventually Kobra forces himself to turn around and look at the room more closely for clues. There's a strange device on the ceiling that looks a little like a transporter and a pedestal, holding an electronic device. Furrowing his brows Kobra steps closer to examine it, gun still raised. He's a fucking pro at hacking, maybe this thing'll get him out of here.
The air rushes from Kobra's lungs in a shaky exhale and his entire body starts to tremble. He stumbles as he turns, eyes frantically scanning the room. Nothing. There is no one here. His arm falls to his side, grip around the gun still tight. "Party?" Kobra swallows against the dryness in his throat. "Party?!"
Still nothing. Kobra fells like his feet are about to give out under him. He just stands there, breathing through the dizziness that has taken hold of him. When he glances down he spots a bracelet around his wrist and instantly his body goes into another frenzy. Fuck. BL/nd has gotten him, locked him away, chipped him. Kobra's ray gun clutters to the floor as he pulls on the bracelet, forcefully trying to take it off. It doesn't budge. His breathing comes in sharp bursts as he panics.
"Fuck!" Kobra runs a hand through his hair. "Think. Think," he mutters. There is an absence of BL/nd logos, the thing they brandished onto absolutely everything. Maybe…maybe this isn't them? Kobra forces his body into moving and picks his gun up again before looks around. The room is circular, no evidence of a way out. He moves to the wall, placing his hand against it and trying to find cracks, some kind of secret hatch that'll let him out.
Kobra's forehead falls against the wall with a dull thud when he finds nothing, and he closed his eyes, his heart still racing. What is he supposed to do? Where is he? And where is his brother? Swallowing against the bile rising in his throat Kobra pries his eyes open again and takes a step back.
Anger is boiling hot under Kobra's skin and he throws himself against the wall with all his might. "Hello? The fuck, let me out of here!!!" He yells, panting. For a few seconds he keeps perfectly still and listens, but no sounds comes from the other side. Eventually Kobra forces himself to turn around and look at the room more closely for clues. There's a strange device on the ceiling that looks a little like a transporter and a pedestal, holding an electronic device. Furrowing his brows Kobra steps closer to examine it, gun still raised. He's a fucking pro at hacking, maybe this thing'll get him out of here.