Thick As Thieves [Mikey Way]

I gently brushed Mikey’s Blondie-brown hair out of his eyes as we waited for Gerard, Frank and Ray to come back with what I sent them to find.

He smiled at me softly, bringing his hand to mine and pressing it to his face.

I could tell how nervous he was.
I mean, we might die.
This could be our final hour.
I hate the fact.
But it’s true.

He sighed and let go of my hand after about a minute.

“Drew… if there’s a chance you won’t make it… I don’t want to do this.” He said quietly with obvious evidence of his nerves in his voice.

I just shook my head and rubbed the hand of his I was holding with my thumb.

“You need to be able to see properly. Of for some reason I die, you might be the only way for your idiot friends to get to Jersey. If you don’t get to Jersey, you will all die.” I said bluntly and his face fell.

I know he knew what the real danger way, but I guess hearing it out loud would have been startling.

“What about Frank, Ray and Gerard?” he asked after about a minute of silence.

I chuckled weakly.

“Somehow, I don’t think they’d make it five miles…” I said.

Harsh, but just my opinion.

He chuckled slightly.

“What makes you think I’m any different?” He asked looking at me, his deep brown eyes locking with mine.

I smiled slightly.

“I’ve seen that glimmer in only one other person’s eyes, Mikey. You have the spark that, before, only my sister had. So aggressive, yet gentle. You would never be one of them. You just couldn’t. Trust me, that spark in your eyes will carry you as far as you’ll let it carry you. You can’t be defeated…” I said quietly, thinking of my older sister Amberley.

She was beautiful and sweet, but she would do anything to protect her family.

I still remember every detail of that snowy night.
I hate it.
I can’t control when I think about it but I end up a blubbering mess when I do.
It was the last time I ever saw them, after all.

I must have been so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the other guys get back.

“Drew. Drew. Drew, you even there?”

Mikeys voice was what brought me back to reality.
Thankfully so.
***

I took a deep breath, laying everything out in the order needed for this to work.

Every hunter has a small part of them that is totally invincible.
We can’t be completely killed.
Only our bodies can be destroyed.
Our mind and spirit never die.
For some, it’s a blessing.
Others, it’s an eternal cage.

Mikey looked over at me, sitting in the grass a few feet across from me.
He was deep in thought about something that I couldn’t pick up on.

I sighed and looked over the items.
They weren’t really necessary; I just needed to get Gerard and the other guys away from there.
Mikey was freaked out enough.
I didn’t need them there making it worse beforehand.

I looked up at Mikey then down at my hands.
They were covered in dirt from the symbols I drew in the dirt.

They were ancient vampire symbol that basically served to beg the fallen hunters in purgatory for permission to heal someone by giving them that small invincible part of a hunter.

If they gave their permission, it would be a success.
If they denied it, both the hunter and the person being given the healing power would die.

That was what I was scared of.
Mikey’s a vampire.
I’m a hunter.

We’re supposed to be mortal enemies.
Instead, I’m taking four of them to Jersey to fight for their lives.

The odds aren’t really in our favour.
I wasn’t going to tell Mikey that though, was I?

He looked up at me with his sad eyes.
He was so scared…

I sighed and stood up, walking the short distance to him and wrapping my arms around him.

He instantly hugged me back and hid his face in my shoulder like a child.

I bit my lip and rested my hand on his head, playing with his soft hair.

“Come on… Let’s get this over with.” I murmured in his eyes and he lifted his head, nodding.

He pulled away from me and I noticed he had tears in his eyes.

I bit my lip and looked down for a second before I sat cross-legged in front of the symbol I had drawn.

“Sit across from me…” I said quietly and shakily.

I’ll admit it: I was scared.
Terrified actually.

He sat on the other side of the symbol and I took his hands, holding them across it.

“Close your eyes. Whatever you hear, whatever you feel, whatever you think, do NOT open your eyes.” I told him and he nodded, closing his eyes.

I took a deep breath and, under my breath, I began the prayer.

Even after just muttering the first three words, the dust around up was picked up in the air and was swirling around us delicately.

I continued on, already feeling the tingle in my heart that normally comes with giving this part of you up.
The small tingle eventually turned into a throbbing pain, then to a sharp one in my heart.

My breathing became laboured and I had to stop to breathe every few words.

As the pain intensified, you could hear what I was feeling just in my voice.

Mikey tightened his grip in my hands, hearing the change in my tone.

As I continued on, the pains moved from my heart to my head.
They almost turned into voices.

They were screaming unintelligible gibberish but they were surely voices.

It was enough to scramble my head so much that I nearly forgot what the goal was.

Mikey.
Mikey was the goal.
If Mikey couldn’t see, he’d be an easy target.
If he was an easy target, everyone and everything would go after him.
If they all went after him…

Out of pain and pure determination to finish this, I began screaming the last of the prayer.

Mikey’s grip tightened even further on my hands and his hands were shaking.

As I screamed the last word, I let his hands go and I fell back.
I threw my hands over my ears but the voices wouldn’t stop.
They wouldn’t leave me alone.

“STOP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but they just got louder.

I let out a loud scream of pure terror before I lost all conscious.
And relief couldn’t have come soon enough.

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