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CORALINE almost didn't believe Michael when he told her that Miriam always left the front door unlocked. "Who's gonna break into a Satanist's house, anyways?" He asked, shrugging lazily.
They approached the door carefully. Coraline noticed the paint was cracking off of it. Michael's arm was hanging around her shoulders as she dragged him along. He was walking like he was ... drained, somehow. She had to help him up the front steps of his house, even though she didn't have the muscles to lift the tall boy. Twisting the gold knob, she was still surprised when the door opened for her.
Everything was dark. She could hardly see anything as they walked in, and Michael closed the door behind them. Coraline shook her phone, causing the flashlight to turn on for her. She was sure that Michael was fine, that he could definitely get into the house on his own. However, something inside of her filled with worry. Judging by the way he killed someone to protect them tonight, she knew he was some powerful, almighty, fuckin' "Chosen One" guy, who certainly didn't need the help of a small girl with weird visions of the future. But even the mightiest needed help getting up their own staircase sometimes.
They walked up the stairs at their own pace. Once they reached the top, Coraline tugged on his shirt, a signal for them to start tip-toeing. His room was just off the stairs and a few feet away was Miriam's. Her door was sealed shut. "She locks it so I can't disturb her sleep," Michael whispered. "I tend to bother her a lot when I have bad dreams."
Coraline quickly tip-toed over to his bedroom and locked the door once he was inside. A wave of heat hit her suddenly. Her nose felt oily upon impact. She wiped the sweat off her hands, watching Michael rub at his eyes sleepily. "Okay, you're good, right?" She asked. "I can just slip out the front door and no one will find out I was here."
Michael collapsed onto his bed, legs hanging off the side. Coraline's eyes widened. For a split second, she actually wondered if he died. But then his hand twitched as she ran forward, causing her to groan in an annoyed tone. Lifting his whole body onto the bed, she muttered, "God, it's like caring for a child."
She kneeled in front of his mattress, and eventually, began to brush blonde strands away from his forehead. A thin coat of sweat formed on her own temple. She felt a scar behind his ear, but didn't question it. At that moment, she didn't really focus on anything else. Her eyes were glued to Michael's face, and she wondered how someone could look so angelic while they slept, hours after they killed someone with a snap of their fingers. Coraline concluded then that he was probably the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen.
She released a heavy sigh and stood up. "Are you actually asleep?"
Michael cracked one eye open. "Not quite."
Coraline rolled her eyes, taking a moment to look around his room for a thermostat. "Its so fucking hot in here, Michael," she muttered and searched the walls for a small, circular sensor. "Do you like living in the pits of hell?"
