Thoughts Of The Past

My face fell as I stared at the brown haired stranger looking back at me. She was like no one I’d ever seen before- black, short curls that complimented her skin tone and made her look five years younger than her former self. Of course I was devastated about the loss of my colors, but I knew I had to stay strong- for Jet and Kobra’s sake. I felt tears threatening to break the surface as I tried not to think of the reason I have to change myself completely, become one of them.

"So when do we leave?" I asked, staring at the ground in an attempt to hide a single tear that dared make its presence known.
"Well we could leave- Micah, are you alright?" Gerard asked, walking closer to me. Fuck.I quickly wiped my tears away and looked up, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"I-I'm fine." I said, stuttering my words as I looked up. I could tell he knew I was faking; my eyes must have been at least a small shade of red. He motioned Frank to our side.

"Micah…" Frank said, followed by a deep sigh.I tossed him a challenging glare. Just drop it… please.

He seemed to get the message and didn’t say another word- for now anyways. Let’s just hope it stays that way.

"Can we just go?" I said, more sternly then I meant it to be.Gerard just looked at me with a heavy heart while Frank nodded and bumped into Gerard's shoulder,motioning him towards the door.I followed behind them and got into the back seat of the trans-am while Gerard and Frank hopped into the front.

Tension loomed in the air around us; we were all so quiet you could hear a pin drop- well aside from the engine. Damn thing sounds like a bullet.

I stared out the window as we passed through each sector, one by one. They all look the same to me; just people dressed the same, walking into buildings that look alike. Nothing seems separated anymore.

I wasn’t paying much attention until Frank yanked me from my trance.

“Hey Micah look, it’s your old house.” My old what? I looked out the window and saw a pale blue single story house, with the same broken swing set attached to the oak tree in the front yard. I tried to distract myself with anything but as I fought off the memories that flooded my brain.

About 30 minutes into the drive Frank turns and looks at me with worry and concern coating over his face and all its features.I avoided his gaze and he just sighed. "Micah..."

I really didn't want to talk so I just turned my head away and looked the other way.

"Micah, you’re gonna have to talk sooner or later." I heard Gerard say from the front.

"Look, I'm sorry for being rude. I'm just a bit overwhelmed because in less than an hour I find out the people who were practically my family are still alive, two of them have been taken by the very same people I thought killed them and now I have to look like one of THEM to help them. Excuse me for being a little fucking upset!" I said while bringing my face up.

“Hey, you’re not the only-“ Frank started.

"It’s alright Micah, we know. We get it." Gerard said while shooting daggers at Frank. I started wiping my face when I realized we weren’t moving.

"Why’d you stop the car?" I asked, looking out the window and practically seeing nothing.

"We need to walk at least 30 minutes so they wont see as coming in like a big bright neon killjoy sign." Frank giggled while opening his side door.Gerard followed on and locked the car once we’d all gotten out.

As we’d started walking away I slowed just a bit to take one last look at the Trans-Am. I quickly turned around and caught back up once I’d heard my name being called, and nestles myself between the two older boys.

"So what are we doing once we get in?" I asked while looking between the both of them.

"Like I said before, we just have to act normal and fit into their society- get jobs, a-"

“And act like a bunch of mindless zombies. Got it.” I interrupted Gerard and rolled my eyes. Sorry if it’s not so obvious to me, jeez. Cut me a fucking break.

We continued walking until we came to the walls of building we were coming for. I squinted my eyes as the silhouette of two figures came into view. Drac’s?

Before I knew it, something- or someone, stopped us abruptly, eyeing us with caution.

“And who are you?”

Notes

Wow, its been awhile. Sorry guys :/
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