part of a Short story part 2

“Excuse me, but, do you mind telling me what you are doing to my friend?" she said with innocence and slight sting in her voice. She lightly crossed her arms, and slowly tapped her foot against the cold concrete, waiting impatiently for an answer. Mikey smiled weakly at the sound of the tapping, which was kind of at a slow metronome pace that put him slightly at ease. Mark’s eyebrows ruffled, frustrated that Claire had interrupted him, and let go of Mikey's arm, not softly, but with unsympathetic harshness. Mikey let out a soft cry, which luckily was stilled by the now warm floor. Mark Stood clumsily to his feet and towered at least two feet above Claire, but she was not intimidated but his size. She looked up at him, calm and collected as she would ever be and took a sluggish steady breath, she almost seemed annoyed.

"What Is it to you-", he paused for a minute, as if he was going to deliver some lethal blow. "-You freak", Mark grinned with a liking of his choice of words. Claire just simply shook her head in disbelief, with her shimmering glacier eyes closed. With one swift move she lunged a claw like hand towards Marks face, and her razor resembling fingernails collided with his tan skin. Like a raven in the night she gracefully bent down to help Mikey to his feet and run down the hall and out the front doors, with Mikey frantically trying to keep up.

Looking back , they found that Mark wasn't following, so they came slowly to a stop and tried to catch their breath. Claire's pale face was flushed with excitement. She brushed of her dirty black chunky, buckled shoes, and snapped back up to smile at Mikey.

"You Ok?", she huffed in one breath, nodding head up once. She was now propping herself against the wall, arms crossed behind her back.

Mikey pushed off his knees then slapped his hands to his sides. "Well I'm not sure." he said in a girly voice. He laughed and gave a true answer. "Actually a bit scared. I thought for sure I would have to get my whole arm removed and get a prosthetic…l-o-l", he snickered and ran his fingers through his blue, black and platinum blonde hair.

They started to walk to go find Claire's brother and their friend Todd so they could plan their weekend extravaganza. As soon as the rounded they unexpectedly ran into someone.

"Hey watch where you're-", Claire stopped and realized that they bumped into Clive.

Clive wasn't Claire's brother by blood, but by marriage. Their parents had met at a bar two years before and they have been close ever since. Clive was only a year younger than Claire, also he was extremely mature for is age, But turned into a little kid when he became frightened, and always took refuge in his sisters kind words. His eyes were an autumn orange and his hair was black with a single chuck of bangs a whitish blonde, but in the sun it looked a tint of deep ocean blue. He was also fairly thin and pale, and no he has no eating disorder, he is also the spitting image of Claire, clothes wise, and today they matched to a tee.

He had a small but ever growing bruise on his chin, which stood out on his china doll face. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath, his face red with exhaustion. His heavily applied eye makeup was smeared on to his cheeks. Claire, with a worried expression on her face, quickly crashed to her knees to join her brother. She hated to see him in pain.

" Clive, love? What happened?", her voice quivered, and her porcelain face discoloring, as if it would break if she cried. Clive quickly clung to his sister as if his world was about to end. After a brief moment, he slowly lifted his face, revealing black tears and red stained eyes.

"Hide me-", he muttered, but before he could finish his sentence, Mark Thomas and Kris Jacks, star baseball player, came striding up to Mikey and his gang.

"There you are you little freak!", Mark spat, looming over the crouching siblings, while Mikey stood off to the side, hoping he wouldn't be notice. But he had been, Kris had come up behind him and had him in an arm lock, which was horrible, because he has not quite recovered from his first encounter with Mark. "Shit! I have really bad luck!" Mikey thought, trying not to move so much, as if a single pin prick could break his arms completely off.

Clive had scrambled behind his sister, and she slowly rose to her feet, Clive following, his face remained hidden by her medium auburn hair. Looks like she'll have to play superhero again. She kept her gaze to the ground at first, making her look like a vampiress, as if she were to lift her head and you would be met with black, cold, heartless eyes and fangs so sharp they could pierce the strongest steel.

She Lifted her head slowly, revealing not black, but two ice blue, black rimmed eyes, that could crush the soul. She turned to Mark then to the four slash marks on his left cheek, crusted blood protruding, and the skin around it, looking rotten.

" I suggest that you leave my little brother alone and put my friend down or-", she softly growled, but was cut off but Mark intense rudeness.

"Or what, you'll give me a paper cut?!" he yelled, apparently forgetting the gashes that she had given him not just but ten minutes ago. Claire furrowed her eyebrows, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she smirked. Right now a paper cut sounded perfect. She turned around on her heel, as if to leave, but instead gave Mark a hard blow to the head with one of her many heavy books.

" Or that's what!", she screamed, a little surprised she raised her voice that high. " Don't you ever touch my brother, my friends or ME ever again, or it could get much worse!". She turned to Kris who had by now released Mikey, and was helping Mark to his feet and carrying him away. Claire did a false lunge to scare him off. She looked back at Clive who was smiling up at her and Mikey had passed out from the exhaustion and panic, so she decided to drive them home. After Claire had parked the car, her and Clive carried Mikey into the elevator, and up to the third floor of the apartment building. Claire unlocked the door, kicked the door open with one foot, and plopped him on the couch, and he remained asleep the rest of the night.

"The earth began to quake and cracks in the ground had begun to form as well. I could only see a immense light coming for the distance, and I know they had come to save us, come to help us, come to take down the demons that were rising from the fire below, and she was the only one who knew how, her face so familiar, almost like-"

Mikey jolted awake, sweat dripping down his, he glanced over to see Clive asleep in he humungous burgundy recliner, and Claire asleep in a lawn chair on the floor, the blue glow from the television was so distracting, that it was giving him a headache. He sigh, turned off the T.V, rolled over onto his side and fell back asleep. with her.

His dreams the rest of the night were blank. He wished he wouldn't have ever woken up and continued to dream of that soothing light and the mysterious figure. Mikey was finally unexpectedly awakened from his father stumbling through the door and tripping over his own feet, colliding with the deep brown carpet. Mikey groggily propped himself up onto his elbows and glanced towards the clock that was strategically place above the television set.

“Three Twenty-Seven?", he thought to himself and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, making them water a bit. Then he suddenly remembered Clive and Claire sound asleep and hastily looked around the room, but found no one. "Must have gone home", he thought again, and apathetically looked back to his father who was mumbling swears and heaving himself off the floor. "You're home early", he said aloud and smacked his hand across his forehead, realizing that he had spoken aloud. His father's glazed over eyes pierced Mikey's heart like frozen daggers, randomly he coughed, a smokers cough, then slowly made his way towards where Mikey was sitting, arms extended as if to embrace him. But Mikey knew by now not except hugs from his father, especially when his mother wasn't home and she wouldn't he home for another three hours.

by XangelicXshadowsX
posted on 12/11/2008