Michael Part II

Unless You Try to Run

Mika's eyes shot open. He tried to move, but his feet and hands were bound. He tried to scream, but his mouth was covered.

Mika looked nervously around, but it was dark. He closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping it was a dream. Tears fell from his eyes when he realized it wasn't a dream.

A light slowly started coming towards him. He then heard whistling. Mika closed his eyes again.

"Mika," Andy said. "Wake up."

Andy tapped Mika's face. Mika slowly opened his eyes. When he did his eyes met Andy's. Fear soon came over Mika and he tried to get up again. He managed to back up a few inches.

Andy laughed, "I told you you'd be mine."

Mika shook his head. Andy removed the tape from Mika's mouth.

"Screw you! I'll never be yours," Mika said as he finally sat up.

Andy's smile faded. Anger soon overcame him. He smacked Mika's face, causing him to fall back to the cold ground.

"Just kill me," Mika said. "I have nothing left thanks to you!"

"Don't worry. I'll kill you, but I have to kill the others first," Andy said before hitting Mika on the head. Mika passed out.

Meanwhile that night, everyone gathered at the hospital. Paloma was still unconscious. She had several broken ribs and a several cuts to her head. The doctor said she must have put up a fight.

"Is Mika dead?" Jason asked stupidly.

Everyone glared at him.

"Sorry..." Jason said.

"Michael, why don't you take the kids home and get some rest," mama said to Michael.

Michael nodded and got up and hugged mama tightly.

Michael barely slept that night. He thought of Mika. Good and bad thoughts.

He thought of things he wish he had said to Mika. Wonder if he could have prevented this. Wondered what would have happened if he stayed. His thoughts eventually faded as he fell asleep.

The next morning Mika woke up in a different place. It wasn't the dark cold place that he was held previously. It was a house.

He was in a bed. A clean bed. The linens were fresh and he was in clean clothes. He sat up slowly, but stopped as he winced in pain.

Mika lifted his shirt and saw that he was wrapped in bandages. His stomach felt like it was being ripped apart every time he moved.

He then looked at his arms. They were covered in scratches and he had stitches over a, what looked deep, cut. His face hurt. Everything hurt.

He slowly put his feet over the side of the bed. When he did he noticed a pair of slippers next to the bed as if they were his. Mika placed his feet in them and pushed himself out of the bed.

He almost stumbled over from the pain. His whole body was sore and bruised. He made his way into the bathroom.

When he turned on the light he saw a towel folded next to the shower. Fresh clothes laid on the bathroom counter. He then looked in the mirror.

His face looked like shit. Bruised, swollen, and stitched up. He couldn't remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was the front door slamming behind Michael when he left. When he walked out of Mika's life. 'Hopefully not for good,' Mika thought to himself.

Mika showered and changed into the clothes that were laid out for him. He slowly made his way out of the room and made sure to be on alert.

"Are you hungry?" Andy said as he stood in the kitchen doorway.