DISCLAIMER AND STUFF:
I don't own Let Me In or Let the Right One In, etc. Don't be hating on me for favoring Abby over Elli - I'm a yank, deal with it.
This one is by MIKMO.
Oh yeah, sorry about the short chapters - I don't like squishing a lot of stuff into one chapter.
It had been three days since that traumatizing, yet oddly inspiring fight in the tunnel. Mikmo was clearly obsessed with it, and Eonic wouldn't believe a single word of it.
"I'm telling you man...IT HAPPENED!" Mikmo insisted as they walked back to their apartment from the grocery store.
"No, what happened, is that you played to much Left 4 Dead last night and had a hallucination." Eonic replied, losing his renowned British patience.
"No! It happened! Plus it made me late for-" Mikmo stopped himself short. Eonic greatly disapproved of his involvement with terror cells. "...my date..."
"Oh, really, you went on a date?" Eonic asked, clearly surprised.
"Uh...yeah."
"What was the girl's name?"
"Eh...Natalie...Haddix..."
Eonic, thoroughly unconvinced, chuckled as they turned into the apartment complex's courtyard.
"Nice try comrade, but you have to get up a little earlier in the morning to fool me."
The courtyard wasn't very large, but was big enough. It had a small jungle gym, some tables, a merry-go-round (which Mikmo would often spin on until he couldn't take more than two steps before falling down), and a uniform little garden that sprouted beautiful pink flowers in the spring, and blue ones in the fall. Eonic would often help the land lady in the garden while Mikmo played soldier with a few younger kids in the complex.
They had been living here for a year now, due to the fact that their house had been blown up in a massive hydrogen explosion, which Mikmo claimed to have nothing to do with. Luckily, Eonic was old friends with the land lady and was able to rent an apartment very quickly on short notice. Not short enough notice though - to Mikmo's eternal enjoyment, he'd had to show Eonic how to successfully live like a hobo for two days straight. Needless to say, Eonic didn't agree with poverty.
Anyways, they had finally reached their apartment, and the land lady called up to them from the courtyard.
"You boys, wait there!" she shouted.
A moment later she was up, and gave them some news.
"There'll be new tenants moving in tonight, and I want you to be nice to them."
"Nice...?" Mikmo drooled.
"Not a problem, Miya." Eonic said to her, "I'll keep Mikail from annoying them much."
Mikmo cringed, as if slapped. He hated that name - that's why everyone called him Mikmo...except for Eonic sometimes...and the land lady.
"Don't worry," Mikmo assured her, "I won't be a total jerk to them!"
"Right...but remember," Miya said, "if I get any complaints, you'll be hearing from me."
A chill ran down Mikmo and Eonic's spine and their blood froze.
"Y-yes Mame!" Mikmo said.
Miya was the only person who could really scare him...besides Michael Jackson and Eonic sometimes that is.
Eonic began chatting with Miya as Mikmo went inside. He fished some chicken from the refrigerator and plopped down in front of the TV, turning it on. The local news came on - there was some reporter reporting on a murder. Mikmo leaned forward to hear the details - maybe it was caused by the S.P.L.A.?
"Nicholas Cutter, a Scottish professor visiting the United States on a research trip, was found dead this morning, strung up from a tree with all of his blood drained from his body. This comes as a major shock to the Mabase Police Department as this is the first homicide in over three years that has happened in the Mabase area. Police are saying it may be the work of a cult, or a serial killer, as these kil-"
Mikmo changed the channel. It didn't involve a terror cell, so he wasn't interested in it. Eonic came in a few minutes into Sekirei, and Mikmo had to hurry and change the channel again, so Eonic wouldn't see. He also greatly disapproved of mature anime.
"So..." Mikmo said, "What did Miya have to say?"
"Not much. She told me about about the daughter of the man moving in has EEP." Eonic replied.
"She has herpes?"
"No, E-E-P. It's a rare disease in which exposure to sunlight. Effects include terrible rashes, scarring, the like."
"Ah, I see." Mikmo said, uninterested, "So...she's special needs."
"I never said that." Eonic countered.
"But you're implying it."
"No, I merely said she had a rare disease.
"So...special needs."
"I hate you so much..."
"Armadillos lurk in your toaster..." Mikmo said ominously, "Always..."
This bought their conversation to an awkward end.
The two proceeded to sit around for a few hours, in which Mikmo made fun of Eonic's silver hair for maybe the twelve-millionth time, Eonic finished reading War & Peace, and Mikmo learned how to spell the word 'peace'. Mikmo also happened to dismantle his Atari 5200 and manage to hide several explosives in it. He considered doing the same with his Atari Jaguar, but decided against it - unlike the Angry Video Game Nerd, he didn't have a death kitty to protect him from the Jaguar Cube. Of course, he'd defeated that monster girl in the tunnel...so maybe he could defeat the Cube as well? Eonic quickly disregarded Mikmo's theory, and told him to do something productive, like read, or learn how to sew or knit.
As they were getting ready to go to bed, they heard a car pull into the courtyard. Eonic went to the window, and Mikmo shoved him away, laughing.
"Look!" Mikmo said excitedly, "Our new neighbors are here!"
"Just remember to be civil to them." Eonic said.
"Nah! Politeness is for chumps!"
