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Mikey sat in the living room, alone as always. He watched tv, playing with his fingers. Ray was out again, Frank and Abrin hiding in their room, Gerard and Toxic in the guest room... he curled up into the couch. He didn't know how he wasn't used to it by now. There was a knock on the door and Mikey looked up. And he waited.
This wasn't his house, why would he answer the door? He continued to wait, but stood once he realized no one was coming. Curious, he went to the door. He cautiously opened it, seeing no one, but a box. He tilted his head, even more curious. The box had a small blue square on top of it and Mikey giggled. He picked it up, took it inside, and with one last look around, he closed the door.
Mikey sat on the floor, box in his lap. He tilted his head curiously, before trying to open it. He scraped at it's sides, biting his lip. Nothing happened. It wouldn't open. But maybe the blue square had something to do with it. He poked it and he gasped, pulling back from its shock. "Ow!" He sucked on his finger.
Still and even more curious, he poked the square again. It sent off another shock, this one stronger. He kicked the box, whimpering. He went to it and growled. "Open!" He slammed it against the floor repeatedly, attempting to open it.
Abrin and Frank parted when they heard thumps. "What is that?" Abrin questioned.
"No idea." Frank replied.
"Wanna go check it out?"
"Sure." The two headed to the living room to see Mikey, slamming the box against the floor. Abrin gasped and ran to him.
"Mikey! No!" She kneeled beside him. Mikey backed away, box in his hands. "Can I have it, please?" She asked gently. "I can open it." She added. Mikey bit his lip and handed the box over. Abrin pressed her finger to the blue square and Mikey gasped.
"No! I-it hurts!" He whimpered. But instead, the box opened and Abrin smiled. Mikey frowned and pulled his knees to his chest. Inside, Abrin studied the card, nodding. "W-what is it?" Mikey questioned.
"Just... a thing. Saying I have important meetings to go to." Abrin replied.
"F-for work? W-where do you work?"
Abrin not her lip. "Yea... work. You already know, I work at the warehouse." She stood and Mikey looked up to her. She smiled and ruffled his hair before leaving, Frank following.
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Mikey sat, watching with curious, wide eyes of awe. Inside the warehouse was a group of girls. Mikey watched, kneeling in front of a warehouse window. "Alright ladies," a woman, an older woman, most likely their leader, began. "Sleeves up." And once she said it, the girls pushed up their sleeves on their arms, revealing tattoos. He noticed one girl didn't have one. Who was Abrin, he recognized. He tilted his head.
"Cover the windows, lock the doors." Their leader ordered. Mikey gasped and ducked, the window he gazed into being covered. He bit his lip, trembling in anticipation. He stood back up and frowned, not being able to see. He heard footsteps behind him and he turned and gasped.
He ran, running into the woods. The man followed, followed by another. Mikey ran until he came up to a cliff. He smiled, looking down. It was a long way down, Mikey realized, he would fall to his death. Just as he was about to jump, he heard noises. It was them. He turned and gasped.
He didn't see the men yet, however, but a little boy. He ran to Mikey, hiding behind his legs. Mikey studied the little boy who was in tears, fear all over his face, looking up at him with wide eyes.
He looked up once he heard more rustling, this time out stepped the two men. Mikey bit his lip, standing in front of the little boy protectively. They weren't after him anymore, he thought, but the little boy.
Mikey backed away as they stalked forward, but he couldn't go anywhere. He couldn't jump, he didn't want the little boy to die. The men were now just in front of them, and one jerked the boy away from him. He tried to get to Mikey, but the man held a rag over his mouth and nose. "You have two choices, bastard." The other man growled at Mikey. "Come with us, or fall to your death."
He didn't get much of a choice when the man pushed the rag over his nose and mouth, and Mikey soon fell.
