psrt of a shot story part 4

"Oh yeah?!” he replied as if Mikey's lie seemed so interesting. "What instrument cha play?"

" Piano", he stated bluntly. Yeah the first thing that came to his mind was a piano, and he had just seen a girl with a guitar case walk down the street, why not pick guitar.

“But wait-", the officer paused a minute and observed Mikey with only his backpack, stuffed to the brim with clothes and such. Maybe the cop wasn't as stupid as Mikey had thought. "Walking down a nearly abandoned street with a full backpack, you think someone would think ya were runnin' off ".’Aw shit, I'm screwed '. Mikey stood there for a minute, dazed, and then snapped back to reality.

"Aw! No sir!” violently shacking his head, and laughing a little." I brought these here clothes with me, just in case". The officer didn't look convinced, but after a minute of looking him over and recalling his claims, he gave in to Mikey's lies.

“Alright then. Be on your way then", and with that the officer drove down the street looking for someone else to bust, because again, that's just what they do.

As if on cue Claire pulled up in her Honda, just as the cop rounded the next corner out of site. Claire jumped out of the drivers seat and Clive turned the car completely off, then followed his sister to Mikey.

“Well what is it?!", she huffed, looking every which way.

" I think these guys need our-", as Mikey whirled around to point to his fallen victims, he stopped, realizing that they were no longer there, except for a single sky blue feather. Ran over to pick it up, then ran back. Showing them the odd colored feather, speechless as to what to say next.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!” Claire was furious.

"No, no I'm not! There were three angelic like type people hurt in this ally and -", he kept rambling on, explaining everything that happened up to the point where Claire pulled up. Clive looked amazed and believed Mikey, weather his sister did or not.

“Yeah, and I am supposed to believe that?” she made a snobby face, then laughed. Mikey stood there, a little taken back by her remarks. "Don't be silly! Of course I believe you-" she paused, taking in Mikey and Clive's facial expressions. Then she spoke again. " They say the world is supposed to end soon anyway, but in like, 2010!"

"Well that's good to know. But help me keep a look out for them ok?” With that they all got in the Honda and drove to Clive and Claire's house, luckily their parents weren't home, or that would have been awkward.

The rest of the six day weekend was uneventful, and Mikey hadn't seen the angels since the night in the ally. The morning of back to school, he noticed that the feather had turned to stone. As he was getting dressed for school he could here his parents yelling, mostly his mother, who was outraged about the night Mikey, ran away. Mikey smiled to himself, because he knew that his mother was going to kick his father out of the house for sometime, which was a relief.

The school day was as boring as ever before, only because Mark Thomas had been sent to the hospital because of the concussion that Clair had given him seven days ago.

"Bing!” The ninth period bell had rung, and once again Mikey lazily raised form his seat in the back of the class, and shuffled to the door. He stopped and couldn't help but notice there was a boy, about his age with black and red highlighted bowl cut hair, that was buzzed half way down, wearing an overly baggy Marilyn Manson T-shirt, black skinny jeans with holes in the knees, and chunky buckled up combat boots, doing the same thing. He looked at Mikey and for a minute, thought he saw a glimpse of the devil in his eyes. So Mikey kept walking. The boy had caught up with him, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Hey", the boy casually said, nodding his head in hello. Mikey did the same, saying nothing.

"The name's Todd. Todd Port."

"Mikey Fixx"

"Cool", Todd was so laid back; he could fall backwards standing up straight. “I heard about those angels you know", he smirked and walked off. Mikey was stunned, and a little dazed for a minute, and by the time he was going to ask Todd a mouthful of questions, he was out of sight.

He walked quietly home, Todd's words sticking in his mind like glue. "I know about the angels you know-". When he arrived home he immediately jumped on his computer and looked up any information he could find on his angelic "friends".

The rest of the day Mikey pondered over how Todd could have found out about his encounter. Did he live near the ally? Or did he know the girl that had walked by with the guitar case? Maybe he was a spy. "Yeah", he joked with himself. "He is definitely a spy for Satan, come to kill us all". He shook his head in frustration and tried to concentrate and think seriously. "No one else was around-", he paused and thought a little more. "Except the girl", He paused again. “He had to have known her, and she must have seen"

Hours passed and Mikey had fallen asleep at his computer desk, drooling on his arm and muttering nonsense. Articles about angels crowding his screen. Random papers with scribbled notes and with margin doodles of wings and feathers lay strewn amongst his room. The floor, on his desk, tacked to his wall, taped to his computer, and even in his open fish tank.

"Their screams were so loud. Like an assembly of never ending sirens. People ran with blood spattered clothes and skin, from demons with burnt flesh and sewn shut mouths. Their eyes horrified, begging for relief. Then out of the Autumn Red Sky came the luminous figure. Her face could now be seen. Pale flesh and ice blue eyes. Her presence seemed to draw attention to the gruesome demons, and they had soon surrounded her with knives and wild, blood ravenous eyes.

Atop a mountain of decaying bodies sat a man on a throne of bones and gold. He face had upon it a crooked smile. Wicked and putrid. With a command in foreign tongue, the earth shook like thunder once again, cracking like fragile glass then-"


Mikey awoke with a sudden jolt, nearly falling backwards off his chair. His bedroom door was swung wide open, and across the thresh hold stood Claire and Clive, panting, out of breath. Clive had clutched in his hand a tattered newspaper.

" This isn't good Mike-",Clive huffed in one continuous breath, then he took a deeper one and proceeded. "- You might want to take a look at this!"

He stumbled across to Mikey, his legs still unsteady from running so much, and tossed the newspaper in his lap and collapsing on his bed. Mikey looked over the paper, smoothing it out, making it easier to read. Claire walked through his room, being cautious of the papers on the floor, as if they were detonated bombs. She finally managed to make her way towards Clive, sitting next to him, patiently waiting for Mikey to answer. " Read it aloud", Claire said in a monotone voice. Mikey looked back at her with a confused look on his face. She sighed in irritation, ' Just does it". He shook it off, and did what she said.

"The headline reads-", he stopped and read to himself before he continued. Shock and disapproval swirled in his voice. "Local High School Junior, Mikey Fixx, Finds possible Evidence of Mystical Angels?!” just as he was about to go on, the siblings interrupted him.

"-This Could be a sign of The Apocalypse, 2012!", they enthusiastically wailed in unison. "If you turn the page you'll see a -", Clive stated, but before he could finish, he was interrupted the rapid turn of the large newspaper. Mikey examined the picture and realized two things instantly. The red and blue lights, lights of the cop car, and the clothes he was wearing.

"Shit!” he slammed his fists on the desk, making Claire and Clive jump. " I knew it was her!"

"What?” Claire asked as if she hadn't heard him.

"The picture was taken the same night that I found the angels in the ally!", he exclaimed in excitement and a bit of annoyance. He was so close to solving the mystery of Todd Port.

"And you know this how?” she crossed her arms disapprovingly. He grabbed the paper and rammed it into her face.

“Do you see the red and blue lights here?” he asked pointing to the brick wall of the ally.

" Yeah and?"

" That's the night I got stopped by the cop! The night that I found 'them'!" Everything was coming back to her, the phone call from Mikey, the story he had told her, and the feather.

“Holy- You right", she snickered, but the she became puzzled." But wait. Who took the picture then?"

" Their was this girl that has walked by almost right after I had turned around to see if they were still in the ally. She could have took the picture from around the corner of the building across the street, then passed by us", he nodded in satisfaction, and slumped back into his computer chair, resting the corner of his head on his middle finger and thumb. "You know what? I am sure of it now.", he smiled and then closed his eyes. "I've got Todd now"
"Who the hell is Todd?"

"He is a new kid, it thinks. He dresses like us and he knew. He knew about almost everything." He opened his eyes to look at Clive and Claire." I didn't even know him, or know of him until today.” he shut his eyes again and fell asleep.
“Well now we can interrogate him right?” not knowing he was a sleep she asked again. “Right?” still no answer. "Hey Yo Mikey!” she shook him again, then realized he was asleep and motioned for Clive to get up and follow her. They made their way to the door, again, avoiding the river of papers on his floor, and went home.

by XangelicXshadowsX
posted on 12/11/2008