part of my short story part 3

Panic struck him like a moving train, paralyzing him for a brief moment until reality slapped him in the face. Mikey jumped from the couch and ran for the stairs, but before he could ascend two or three steps he was pulled down forcefully by his pant leg. His father's firm and sledgehammer like hands franticly trying to throw him down, but Mikey put up a fight. " There is no way I am putting up with this crap anymore" , he screamed in his mind, and with his free leg, shot violently towards his fathers face, sending him staggering backward and releasing his leg. He heard a hoarse yelp and slurred curses. This kick bought Mikey about ten seconds to run up the rest of the stairs and lock his door. When he realized this, he scrambled as fast a he legs could go, and finally recovered his breath behind the safe haven of his locked door. He never quite knew why his father hated him so much, but at that moment he wasn't about to open the door and ask.

Pounding his head on the door he sobbed. As much as he hated to let he self cry, there was no other way to hold it in. A few more painful head bangs on the polished oak door later, he realized what he had to do. He tripped toward his closet and frantically searched for a backpack, grabbed some clothes and stuffed them in. Three tremendously loud bangs came from the door behind him, followed by many incomprehensible words. Mikey squeezed his eyes tightly together until his head felt like it was going to explode, and he prayed for help. He jumped suddenly at the sound of the oak door breaking slightly, " I’ve Gotta’ move faster!” he thought, and grabbed the last of his possessions. He wrote short note for his mother when she arrived home, that only she would be able to recognize, and made way to the fire escape outside his window. Nearing the bottom of the stairway he heard the oak door three stories up break completely and hit the plaster walls, he wasn't going to look back, that would only slow him down and maybe be a deadly move. Jumping to the ground, he winced a little from the pain in his ankles, then ran full sprint down the street.

The neon signs and street lights shone bright against the surrounding darkness. Mikey wasn't familiar with the town he lived in, so he had to be on his toes, be aware of street signs he might miss. As he walked down Fifth Avenue, rounding Court Road, he walked past and abandoned alleyway with a single dim flood light, which flickered every now and again. He heard a cough, and the a noise resembling that of spilling water. Distant voices could be heard over the roar or the car engines as they sped down the street, but they were so clear, you would have thought all sound in existence had faded away. Moment's after the cough, Mikey was not but 5 feet from the ally when he heard a whimper coming from the end of the darkness. Thinking that is was a lost child he decided to go back to the ally. Taking caution as to walk over bits of trash, and branches from a near by tree, he never seemed to notice that there was a shadow lurching in the ally's dark corners.

Coming to the faded flood light he looked back, noticing that the ally looked a lot smaller from where he had been standing before, and questioned weather or not he was to go back. Defeated, knowing he had already come to far to turn away, Mikey noticed three hunched over figures in the far left corner of the ally. Carefully inching his way toward the body masses, he extended an arm, and with a soft breath he called out. “Hey are you three alright?", he paused and waited for an answer, but found none, only a slight movement of arms and legs. He spoke again, more thoughtful. "Can you tell me where you are from, maybe we could find your-", but before he could finish one of the bodies stirred and attempted to stand. Mikey was surprised a little by this, and took a small step back. The person stood full height, much taller than Mikey, about 3 feet taller. The Figure stepped into the soft golden orange light and lift his head. Mikey stumbled back even more, slightly frightened by his height. After the man had shone his face, Mikey could see the man was only about four of five years older than he was. His hair was an autumn burnt orange, longish bangs swept to the right side of his face, and the rest of his hair spiking out in all other directions. His eyes were and electric lime green with a blue-green around his pupils, they softened and he smiled. Mikey felt comforted buy his softness, and felt more relaxed. The man fell, doubled over in pain. Mikey knelt down to lend a hand, but couldn't help but notice the immensely large sky blue angelic wings on his back. He also became aware of the crimson blood that stained them.

Feeling he should be a savior Mikey whipped out his cell phone and speed dialed Claire's phone, and asked her for help.

"Uhh? Where are you?” she sighed, a little annoyed she had to always had to save someone's ass.

“I am in an ally , just after the corner of Fifth Avenue and Court Road.", he blurted, kind of in a hurry, because this person and or people he had stumbled upon needed help

" You're where?!"

" I am fine, just get here as soon as possible-", he stopped to think for a minute. "- and make sure you bring Clive too, we'll need him"

“Yeah, yeah just don't go any where!” she burst, kind of rushed, and she hung up. For once, Mikey was going to save the day

After clicking his phone shut, he pressed it to his lips and sighed, pondering. Days like these don't happen often, so he had little time to prepare. Suddenly there was a loud car horn blaring in his ears, interrupting his concentration. Thinking it was Claire and Clive he spun around with a smile on his face, but his smile slowly faded as he saw a man in a navy blue police uniform step out in front of the luminous high beams coming the head lights. Mikey could see he had brownish blonde hair with a small goatee. "Aw shit! Shit!” he muttered under his breath, trying to hide the panic and fear building up in his eyes. "Think of something to say before things get ugly!", he said to himself in thought, and he fumbled to try to put his cell phone back in his pocket, and fought to not fidget with his hands.

The officer placed his hands on his hips and strutted towards Mikey. Passers by slowed there cars down to almost a stop to see what was going on, but the officer turned around and signaled them to 'move along' before they had time to see anything. Mikey shoved his hands in his pockets and tried not to look nervous, I mean the kid have never been stopped by the cops before.

"You mind tellin' me what you are doin' walkin' down this quiet street at four in the morning' son?", the officer had a strict look upon his face, and didn't look pleased with Mikey, but cops are always like that, even if you did nothing wrong, It's their job. Mikey looked behind him and prayed that the 'angels' were just in his head, but alas, there they were. The tall angel guy sprawled like a crime scene calk outline, the flood light spilling over him, making the blood somewhat sparkle, and the others huddled in the far left corner still. Mikey desperate wanted to tell the officer everything, but if he was just imagining this then the cop would have thought he was a nut. Mikey slowly turned around and shook his head. The officer gave him a questioning look and put a broad hand on Mikey's shoulder. " You alright there boy?", at that moment Mikey noticed that he had a slight southern twang of an accent to his voice, and he smirked at this. He hoped to god that the officer hadn't seen the bodies, so he just smiled and nodded his head.

"Uh yup. Just thought I heard something down in that there ally way", Mikey said mocking the mans accent, and shot a thumb in it's general direction. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice the sarcasm in his voice, instead he just glanced over Mikey's shoulder and gave him a 'what the hell' look , then proceeded to speak.

"Well boy? Why you out here do early?"

Mikey looked around for an answer, and saw a girl walking down the street with a guitar case. "I was headin' to a friends house for our band practice", he paused waiting for a reaction, but there was none so he kept going. “We like to have an early performance so we can get about two practices for each song". The officer’s face lit up.

by XangelicXshadowsX
posted on 12/11/2008