The letter Party was given is finally opened and Kobra gets used to having a dad.
Kobra watched unbelievably as his dead brother jolted upright, his pale blue bodie beginning to fill once more with colour as he gasped frantically for air. Doctor Deathdefying gawped as Party flung his arms round his neck,
"Dad." he whispered, before flopping back down onto the table top, semi concious. Kobra stared, dad? Deathdefying was their DAD?! No. He must of misheard his brother obviously, the very idea was preposterous. It wasn't true, it couldn't be true. Their mother told them their dad died in a showdown against Korse.
Party flicked his eyes to Kobra, a weak smirk upon his still slightly blue lips, "Hey Mikes..." Kobra's eyes started to well up with a sea of tears; Party finally remembered him. Little watery rivers began to topple down his cheeks.
"H-How i-is this possible Party? I mean I j-just saw you DIE."
Party laughed but it got caught in his throat and he coughed, he rolled his eyes.
"Nice to see you too bro." He attempted to get up, heaving himself into a sitting position, only to be pushed back down firmly by a concerned yet shocked Deathdefying.
"Don't over exert yourself, Party."
Party complained and tried to get back up. Deathdefying pushed him down again. Party sighed, finally giving in,
"Where's Frank?" He asked, frowning.
"Frank's fine, he's just resting. You, on the other hand, aren't. Just get some rest Party, please."
Party shook his head defiantly and swung his legs round swiftly, then stood up. He almost fell, Kobra Kid catching him before he hit the floor.
"Party..." He warned.
"I-I'm fine." Party stuttered, regaining his balance and standing shakily. He dipped his hand into his pocket and withdrew a crampled envolope. "I'll be in my room." he muttered. His shakey legs trembling as he left the room. Kobra went to stop him but Deathdefying held him back,
"No. Let him go."
Kobra frowned as Party left the room, wondering what his brother was hiding from him.
Party fell onto his bed and pulled on a tatted, old shirt before ripping the letter open. His eyes scanned the page, reading his mother's familiar writing, unlocking the message within...