We're All Full Of Lies

Frank looked over at a rather confused Mikey as the colour drained from his face. He leapt toward the TV and quickly ripped the power chord from the socket in the wall as I hurried to turn off the light switches on the wall.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Mikey yelled at the pair of us.
“Sssshhh!” Frank shushed, grabbing hold of Mikey and pulling him down behind the back of the couch. I quickly ran across the room and leaped over the back of the couch to join them.

“You two are insane, let me go, what is going on” Mikey struggled against Franks grip.
“Shut up Mikey, we know who is behind the murders, and we know who his next victim is supposed to be” I whispered and pointed at Mikey.
“What? That’s crazy, there’s no murderer, you guys have had way too many sweets and are obviously high on sugar, so will you please just let me go or I swear to god I will-“, Mikey’s ranting was cut off with the sound of the doorknob at the back of house being forced open send a chilling echo through the empty house.
“The door’s locked right?” Frank asked his voice slightly squeaky from fear.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The sound of boot connecting with door rippled down the hallway. After one final blow the squeak of the metal hinges and the rattling of metal suggested that the door was now wide open.
“Oh god, we are screwed”, I whispered holding Mikey and Frank close, both of them were shaking uncontrollably.

We huddled together, holding each other as a means of comfort. Our breathes were laboured as we tried to remain calm and quiet. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each footstep made my stomach twist in fear. Thud. Thud. Thud. He had to be only a few steps away from the living room by now. The three of us were frozen in pure fear.

“Fuck this, I’m not going down without a fight” I whispered before crawling around in the dark from behind the couch.
“Mira, get your ass back here!” Mikey spat at me, before sighing following closely behind. Frank I presumed did much the same, but it was pitch black so I couldn’t really be sure.

I let my arms flail in front of my hoping to come in contact with the coffee table. A sharp pain erupted from my fingers. Well looks like I found it. I let my hands explore over the glass surface until a small clink of porcelain against glass alerted me that I had found what I was looking for. The glass bowl, that was now spare from the popcorn we had earlier devoured. I grabbed hold of it ever so slowly and carefully so that I wouldn't drop it. It was the only weapon I had at my disposal to protect Frank, Mikey and myself, so under no means was I going to let my clumsiness ruin that.

“What are you doing? He’s gonna find you! Just get back behind the couch, now!” Frank ordered from somewhere behind me.
“No, may as well go down with a bit of a fight” I let a smirk work its way on my face at the thought of doing some real damage with the aid of my bowl, although Mikey and Frank couldn’t see it due to the darkness.
“Are you crazy! You’ll get us all ki-“ Frank stopped talking as the sound of a cough from the doorway caught us all off guard. I snapped my head around to see figure lingering in the doorway.

I’m pretty sure my brain completely stopped functioning and went into overdrive all at once because before I knew it I was up on my feet screaming profanities. I launched myself towards the silhouette, bowl armed and ready. Using all the force I could muster I took the figure down to the hard wooden floor and began bashing away with the bowl.

“I’LL” SMACK “KILL” SMACK “YOU” SMACK “BEFORE” SMACK “YOU” SMACK “EVEN” SMACK “CONSIDER” SMACK “TOUCHING” SMACK “MIKEY!” I screamed at the writhing body underneath me, emphasising each word with a hard hit from the bowl.

Suddenly a brightness illuminated the room, I ignored the shouts from Frank and Mikey and continued to attack, my arms functioning on autopilot.
“HOLY SHIT MIRA STOP!” Mikey screamed at me quickly snatching the bowl from my hands.

I looked down to the see the body that was trapped below me. A bloody and badly bruised Mr Way was groaning in pain while trying to remove me from holding his torso down.
Mikey quickly fell to his side sweeping strands of hair from his face, “Gee! Gee! Oh god, are you alright?”.
“Gee?” I questioned, pushing myself up off Mr Way and stepping back.

Mr Way continued to groan as he lifted himself onto his elbows, “Mi-Mikey? Mira? Frankie?, what is going on? Why did you attack me with, is-is that a bowl?”. He blinked and squinted a few times while rubbing the back of his head in pain.
Mikey embrace Mr Way breathing heavily, “Jesus Gee you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing creeping around the back of the goddam house?”
“I left my house key here this morning” Mr Way said pushing Mikey off him a little, “That doesn’t explain why I was attacked with a bowl though” He said raising an eyebrow at me.

My mouth hung agape as I took in the scene before me, Mikey was latched onto Mr Way as though he depended on him to survive and Frank had taken up a position next to Mr Way on the other side of his body looking equally distressed.

Words began to fall from my lips and I had barely any time to register what I way saying. “You! You’re a murderer! You were gonna kill Mikey, you sick son a bitch! I saw the paintings!” I pointed an accusing finger at Mr Way. My nostrils were flaring and my face was red, pulsating with anger. Mr Way’s eyes widened at the mention of the paintings, and he opened his mouth to speak before Mikey cut him off.

“What!? Gee a murderer? Are you crazy Mira, he’s my goddam brother!” Mikey shouted getting to his feet and dragging Mr Way with him.
I shook my head, trying to wrap my brain around the unfurling of information. “You two are related?”, the brothers nodded their heads in reply.
“Wait how come I never knew this?” Frank chimed in.
“You never asked” Mikey replied simply.
“That doesn’t explain the paintings, Gee” I hardened my stare on Mr Way. He shuffled awkwardly under my gaze before throwing himself on Mikey tears cascading down his bloodied cheeks and pained wails escaping his lips. Great, that was the second person I’d made cry today.
“What is she talking about Gee, what paintings?” Mikey cooed, gently rubbing his bothers back.
“I think we should sit down and sort this mess out, there is a lot of explaining to do, on everyone’s behalf” Frank said walking off towards the kitchen, flicking on a few light switches as he went illuminating the hallway.
I quickly took one look at Mikey and Gerard, things we’re far too personal now to address him as Mr Way, before following Frank.

Notes

Hey there! it's a bit short I know, sorry about that :/ but either way I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you so much for reading! please do comment and all that jazz ;)
sorry for any errors!