Death Wish

Chapter 22

It's been a long time since the rescue from the Fallen Angels' manor. It's hard to think of the exact amount of days; whether it's because of common human nature or disappearing memory, Mikey doesn't know.

He doesn't know what he doesn't know and he hates it. He thinks hard to himself as everyone walks down the street busying themselves in their own heads. They don't notice a thing as he truly starts to worry for his remaining memory; he isn't sure whether or not to bring his draining competence up for debate.

What if he doesn't even remember their names?! His eyes dart to each of them. 

Gerard, Frank, Ray . . . and . . . and . . . Bo? No, who would name their kid Bo?

It's gotta be something else. Ugh, I'm going off the rails already.

"Mikey?" 

He's dragged out of his thoughts to look to his brother watching him uncertainly. I speak up again, as if repeating myself. "Are you okay?"

Mikey blinks, "Yeah, why?"

"You had a look on your face." I shrug and pocket my hands before there's a pained squeak. I glance down and take my left hand out, "Whoops, sorry."

Frank pokes his nose out of my pocket to give me a dirty look before slowly sinking back in. I scoff, "Don't worry, we're almost there." 

Ray approaches the door to the shop to open it for everyone. We all trail in and looking at what we did just the other day; a quaint place with odd trinkets. I walk in to go straight for the back room where Rose most likely hides with her work.

And of course Bob snatches me by the back of my shirt to halt my plans. 

I scowl and look back, "What?"

"Don't you want to go in without your gun loaded?"

My insides immediately turn. I never reloaded it after the incident. "Crap."

Bob lets go of my shirt and I turn back to the others to pout. "Should we go back for ammo?"

"This is supposed to be a peace treaty sorta thing." Ray gently reminds.

Bob and I awkwardly exchange glances. "Right..." I drawl out.

Ray shakes his head and walks past us to go to the back, "Rose?" He calls, "It's us?"

There's a rattle before a butcher's knife flings from the shelves to barely miss our heads. We instinctively duck and cover our heads before looking up to see Rose sigh and step out from her room. "I missed." She folds her arms.

Mikey frowns, "Thank goodness."

She smirks at his approach. She still keeps her distance however, and doesn't move when she asks, "So what're you five doing back here?"

"Two things," I start, "One...we need more of your witch junk. And two," I pull Frank out of my pocket, "We need more of your witch junk."

Rose doesn't change her defensive stance. "Are you going to pay for what you stole?"

Ray grimaces, "Could we pay another way? Your price was a little graphic."

"No."

"We can't do that!" Bob exclaims.

"I guess you're stuck then, huh." She says before looking to the rat poking out of my pocket, "Well, not the ghost, necessarily." 

I can feel the beady eyed glare coming from my pocket already. I groan in defeat, "Okay, we'll do it."