Just a Shadow In The Night (Mikey Way/OC)

It had been a few days, but I was still on edge about every little sound I heard. Toasters, doors, even kitchen cabinets made me jump. Mikey said we were somewhere in Ohio, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be away from Pete. I hadn’t slept very well, but then again, none of us had.

Right now, we were at another motel for the night. It was only 8 or so, but we needed some sleep, so we called it quits for the night.

Frank was channel surfing, when he landed on the news. There was a middle aged woman in a well-tailored grey business suit holding a stack of paper. She looked directly into the camera as she spoke.

“There is a dangerous, armed gunman on the loose. Authorities say he is currently in Pennsylvania, travelling in a black van. The police have not been able to arrest him, but a witness gave a description.” There was a black and white sketch of Pete on the TV.

The rest of the news reporter’s words were a blur and I couldn’t help but to look at everyone else’s reactions. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen, with fear and shock etched onto their faces.

When the segment was done, Frank turned off the TV.

Mikey stood up, and walked over to the kitchen area. He was leaning against the counter with his back towards us. We were all staring at him, wondering what he was doing. Nobody said anything, and everything went silent. In a split second, he grabbed the chair from the table and threw it against the wall. Ray and Gerard went to hold him back, but all I could do was curl up on the bed and put my back against the wall.

Before they could hold him back, he managed to throw an empty coffee cup against the opposite wall. He was screaming, and all it reminded me of was how he was when he kidnapped me.

Frank came over and sat next to me. He was trying to calm me down. I was shaking, the noise got louder, my heart was racing faster, and I shut my eyes.

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It took a while but the guys calmed Mikey down and Frank calmed me down. We were back on the beds, thinking about what to do.

“This obviously isn’t working.” Mikey sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are you saying we should give up?” Frank asked

“No, I’m saying we stop running, and we face him.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Ray asked, tilting his head

“Yes, but I’m sick of him manipulating us.” Mikey groaned, burying his head in the hands.
Another silence washed over us as we were all thinking.

I had an idea, it involved putting my life on the line, but I’d do it if it meant everyone would feel okay again. I might not be okay, but it was worth it.

“How about this-” I began

Notes

Back to school soon... but I'm also gonna finish this story hopefully in 3 or less chapters. I might start another one, if you guys are interested.