From Pain We Came

Fofoca.

"I can't stand it anymore Mike!"

Heard Pac saying and stopped behind a rock structure.

"We can go if you want, he won't see us ever again now that we know where he is."

"That won't solve anything!" he cried out.

"He's stuck in my head. His songs . . . it's like he's been suffering too, and that makes me feel . . ."

". . . bad for him?"

". . . I wish it was that simple."

"What do you mean?"

-He is having a great life now, so happy with his friends, laughing, smiling, and talking about feelings and shit as if he had done nothing wrong. But me . . . I can't get over it-

The pressure growing on his chest almost made him run away, until he heard the last part.

"And apparently, he already did."

The fear got mixed with anger. That familiar feeling that used to motivate his impulsive decisions took over him again.

"Over it?!" he showed himself "YOU THINK IM OVER IT?!"

Pac felt all his body screaming to run as fast as he could, but he was done running. He wanted to face the big elephant in the room once and for all, even at the cost of his own safety.

"Looks like you are!" the words came out with a strength he didn't knew he had "Not me though, as if you ever bother to ask."

Mike was astonished, not used to his friend's audacity lasting this long, since he commonly stepped back after saying something bold.

"Seriously?! Perhaps you didn't notice, but I almost fainted when I saw you two back there."

"What for?! Last time I checked it was you who tried to hurt us."

"Well, it might have something to do with me not being able to believe when my friends say they love me because you fuckers left me feeling like I don't deserve a shit!"

"Oh, cry me a river! I'm sorry I hurt Mr. Murderer's feelings."

"I'm trying to change, you son of a . . ." took his messed hair out of his face "I should finish you off once and for all. You are basically begging me to do it at this point."

"Do it then, psycho! At least they will realize how fucked up you really are." Pac faced him being held by Mike, who was about to step in when, he too, got interrupted.

"We know how fucked up he is." Philza appeared, and he wasn't alone.

"Were you . . . listening?"

"Yeah, we don't mind."

Cellbit wasn't sure of what to do. Where they ok getting involved in a murder to help him? Or were they trying to fool him only to avoid endangering themselves? Like the unbearable duo did years before.

"No, no, no, guys, you don't understand, he's not bluffing about killing us."

"Neither are we." Baghera appeared from the darkness with a serious expression.

"Why would you go so far for . . ." Cellbit caught everyone's attention again, looking evidently distressed.

"Don't you dare say "someone like me" because ill kick your ass."

"He has killed and eaten people!" Mike pointed out.

"And again, we know."

"What?! I never told you about . . .!"