Uneasy itched at Mikey, leaving him unable to sleep.
He'd managed to fall asleep at first, but the effort had turned out to be useless, as Mikey was now awake an hour later. The day had been relatively peaceful once they'd returned to the room, but as it came closer to night, Mikey started to worry again about what had happened earlier. JJ was still showing signs of his head injury, and despite being more cheery than normal due to Mikey's reciprocated affection, he was still acting strange. Mikey had wanted to try and take him to a doctor or healer of some sort, but he knew JJ wouldn't like that, so he kept his growing worry to himself.
"This the most dangerous it's been so far. JJ was almost killed earlier!" He fretted. He could feel the bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep, but his anxiety outweighed the thought of resting. "The one time we were apart, and all of that happened? Oh, god- it truly isn't safe for us to be away from each other, is it? And now he's injured, and I can't get him the help he needs-"
His hand drifted to the other side of the bed, trying to feel for JJ. He was aware of the risks of doing so; if he woke up, his touchy and overbearing nature might kick in, but still, Mikey was afraid for him. "He must have been so terrified earlier! He needs me today more than ever, regardless of how I feel."
But the only thing that his hand met were empty bedsheets. Mikey lazily turned around, and found that JJ wasn't in the bed at all - extremely strange, thought Mikey, considering his whole obsession with staying in the room all the time. Not only was he confused, but his anxiety was quick to shoot through the roof - where was he, if he wasn't here?
"No," He wanted to whine, but he kept it in his throat. "Was he kidnapped? Maybe he left to clear his thoughts, and was snatched away while everything was dark and everyone was sleeping? It wasn't confirmed that those guys were the secret night killers the leader talked about- they could've just been bad people living people living here. After all, why would killers with "secret" as a part of their identity be trying to strangle people out in the open? Yes! It couldn't have been them! The night killers are probably still out there, and they could have JJ right now! I have to find him!"
Having stood up too fast, Mikey's head temporarily rushed with weakness, but he quickly recovered. He was already halfway down the hallway by the time his vision returned to normal. It truly was quiet in the main section of the base; in fact, there wasn't a single sound aside from Mikey's frantic footsteps. If anyone were to see him, they'd think he was crazy, and maybe it was true. Even though was worried for his life, the true trigger for his panic was not having JJ there beside him.
It seemed JJ was having a lasing effect on Mikey with his abuse, after all.
Mikey paused at some point, catching his breath while leaning against a wall. JJ didn't seem to be anywhere, increasing his worry, and he aggressively began gnawing on his fingers as he looked around, starting to feel dizzy. This wasn't right. How could JJ be gone? He must have been kidnapped, Mikey thought, because he wouldn't want to spend a moment away from him, as did Mikey. He felt lost and confused without JJ. He hated this dreadful feeling so much; it was confusing. Why did he want JJ to be with him? He'd managed to forget about everything earlier, basking in his precious delusion that JJ was improving, but the question was still an important one to ask, considering everything that had happened so far.
"He hurts me. He hurts everyone around me too, and he's killed so many people- what's wrong with me? He's most likely the person who took Banana Kid, and he could even be dead right now. That idea makes me want to scream and tear myself apart, yet I'm still in love with his killer? I sympathize with and comfort him, of all people? Why do I feel so hurt, lost, and freaked out when he isn't talking to me and being all over me, even though I hate it? It makes me feel degraded; like I'm nothing more than his pet, but am I so used to it that I can't live without it? Am I really this pathetic and helpless? Oh god- I don't deserve to live, don't I? I'm sympathizing with and loving a murd-"
A faint crash in the distance interuppted his breakdown. On his knees with his fingers digging into the sides of his head, Mikey's watery eyes dragged over to where the sound came from, which was one of the hallways opposite from the one he'd come from. Now that his thoughts weren't as rushing as they had been when he'd left the room, he was able to realize how scary it looked when it was dark like this. It was nearly pitch black.
Mikey tried to tell himself that he'd just imagined the sound in order to convince himself that he shouldn't investigate, but he was proven wrong when another one sounded, followed by a faint cry. His fear shot through the roof. Could that be JJ? Was he in danger right now? Forgetting about his own emotions, he rushed towards the sound, tears falling down his face as his mind started up again, his thoughts cluttering and loud.
"I wish I could go back to earlier. I was able to forget about everything and relax. I'm too stupid and dense to handle the truth. Just thinking about it is ruining me!"
He was forced to skid to a halt, however, when the door at the end of the hall suddenly burst open. A man fell from the entrance, his face and arm bleeding profusely, and he wasted no time in making his warning clear once he saw Mikey standing there in shock.
"Run! Tell everyone that the killers are still ali-"
Before he could even make it through a single sentence, two other men burst from the room. They were clothed in black with animal masks on; one had a hog mask, and the other had a rabbit mask, and they immediately attacked the fleeing man violently. Mikey staggered back, his body stiff and frozen. He couldn't find it in himself to move, no matter how much he wanted to, more than ever when the man was struck in the head with a hammer, making him go unconscious. The two perpetrators stood over their victim for a moment, before noticing the other witness across from them.
For a moment, it was a silent session of them staring each other down. It shouldn't be that way, Mikey thought, because he needed to get out of here as soon as possible, before he was next. But even now, he still couldn't find it in himself to flee, as much as his instincts screamed for him to. The man with the rabbit mask whispered something to his companion, and he gave a slow nod in response. His unease boiling to its tipping point, Mikey's feet started to step backwards, finally beginning to carry him away from the dangerous situation. But once they noticed him attempting to leave, however, the person in the hog mask charged from him.
Mikey screamed, but it was cut short when a rope was thrusted and tightened around his neck, quickly beridding him of his ability to let out any kind of cry. He squirmed and struggled as he was brought to the ground and held down by his attacker. Meanwhile, the rabbit masked person approached him and observed him, his head tilting downwards, almost in disdain.
"What brings you this far out, so late at night?" He asked, his voice deep and slightly rough-sounding.
"I don't want to c-cause any h-harm-" Mikey whimpered, writhing around to try and get a better view of who was talking to him; as of now, he was looking at him upside down. But Mikey's attacker didn't let him maneuver one bit. "I'm just looking f-for my boyfriend. I'm worried about him; I was s-scared he'd been k-kidnapped-"
"And now you're kidnapped." The man responded. "What cruel irony. You, make him pass out, but don't suffocate him to death."
His order was directed at his companion. More tears filled Mikey's eyes as he tried to kick away from the person holding him, crying out JJ's name in vain, but his voice was eventually strained as the rope was tightened around Mikey's neck again, not stopping until he saw nothing but black.
