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Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).
Chapter Three
Mike made his way into the sewers, jumping down when he got to the last rung off the metal ladder. He was glad that he remembered to place a small flashlight into his pocket. He was not so glad that he forgot to arm himself. He had to know what he saw as for real or if his mind was just tricks on him. He knew that there was a nest in the sewers but to have one so close to his friend's shop caused him to worry.
Mike scanned the area before deciding to go right. The smell of foul water and shit stung his nose causing him to gag. He bent over trying to catch his breath before moving on slowly. Since he did not have a weapon, he had to be very careful. The slow search proved nothing and he felt a little at ease. He knew that Randy would be upset with him if he told Alex the truth, but he wanted to do this by himself. He wanted to know for sure.
After about an hour of searching and coming up with nothing, he decided to go back to meet up with Alex and finish getting the shipment. He turned a corner and stopped short. He went back behind the corner and had to slow his breathing. He looked around the corner once more. There looked to be a large bird's nest with bodies entangled in the branches and twigs. He turned back around and wiped his mouth. He knew that he stumbled upon a nest. He did not know how many they were nor if this was the same nest that Randy was after. He just knew that he needed to get help. He slowly made his way back to the entrance.
Meanwhile, Alex unloaded the last box and climbed back into the driver's seat as Yoshi came up to the window.
"Thanks, man," Yoshi said.
"No problem," Alex replied. "Oh, here." He handed the Japanese man the bag full of cookies.
"Thanks!" Yoshi did a little dance and walked away.
Randy came over. "Where did you say Mike went off to?"
Alex shrugged his shoulders. "He just said that he had to go do something. He didn't say anything after that."
Randy crossed his arms over his chest.
"Liar!"
"Okay," Randy breathed. He rubbed the back of his head. "Listen, you're new here. This week is going to be rough. You need to stay on Mike's ass like a love sick puppy. Don't let him stray. When I tell you, you can back off but not before."
"Okay...what's going on?" Alex asked.
"Questions, questions."
"He's very annoying."
"Don't worry about it."
Alex knitted his eyebrows into confusion. "How can I keep watch over him if I don't know what's going on?"
"That's our business...not yours newbie."
"I hate his face."
"Listen, Sunshine, don't question me. Just do it!"
Alex stared into Randy's cold murderous eyes. He gulped and nodded.
"Get going," Randy said, "and find him...quickly."
Alex drove off.
Punk came up behind Randy and watched the truck speed off. "Did you really have to scare him like that?"
Randy slowly turned his head to the Dampyr.
"He's from the Society," Punk reminded him.
Randy grunted.
"We can't have him reporting anything negative about us. They might cut us off or worse...disband us."
Randy licked his lips.
"What's going to happen to us if that happens or worse, what would happen to Mike? He needs this group more than any of us and you know that." Punk stared in the direction where the truck went off to.
"Leave me alone," Randy growled.
"Or he'll kill you."
"You should you know...kill him."
"He's always been after Mike."
"Whatever," Punk mumbled. "Chocolate?" He held up a candy bar.
Randy took it and opened the package.
"So, where did Mike go?" Punk wondered.
Mike was slowly making his way back to the entrance. As he came around the last corner to where the entrance was, he quickly pressed himself against the wall. Three creatures entered. From what he saw, they were scaled in green and had a horn Mohawk. Mike wiped his mouth and looked around quickly. He could hear them coming towards him. He slipped away and squeezed himself into a crevice. He held his breathe as the three walked by. After a minute, he exhaled and breathed a bit easier. One came back and growled at him.
Mike looked at the demon. "Shit!"
…
Alex coasted to a stop in front of the boxes that waited for him. Falend began to load up the truck.
"Well, thanks," Alex said he got out.
"Welcome," she said.
"Hey, stop. Those are heavy."
She stared at him. He shrugged his shoulders and helped her. Cody came out and watched.
"Where's Mike?" Cody asked.
"I don't know," Alex replied. "I'm going to load up the truck and go look for him."
Cody nodded. "What if you don't find him?"
"I'm not going back without him," Alex replied.
"Did Randy threaten you?" Cody asked.
"More or less."
Cody nodded again. "That's just like him."
"What's up with him?"
"Mike recruited Randy into the group about a month after Undertaker and Kane started it. So, in away, Randy sees Mike as a younger brother."
Alex nodded as he placed a box onto the truck.
"Do you two need anything?" Cody asked.
Alex shook his head. "Thanks."
"No, thank you," Falend said.
Cody nodded.
"Who's running the shop?" Alex asked.
"Teddy just came in. I need to go and run some errands."
"Cool, good luck with that."
"Thanks. I need to say good-bye to Teddy." Cody went back inside.
Alex and Falend finished packing up the bed.
"How many more boxes?" Alex asked.
"Five more," Falend replied. "You can fit them into the cab."
Alex did so. "Thanks, I'm going to go and look for him."
Falend watched as he walked off. She scanned the area and her eyes fell on a slightly opened manhole cover. She crossed her arms over her chest and went back inside.
Alex walked up and down the streets for two hour but to no avail. He ran his hand through his hair trying to figure out what to do.
"Damnit!" he cursed and marched back to the cafe. He entered the store and looked around. Ted stood in front of the counter talking to Falend. They look up at him.
"Any luck?" Ted asked.
Alex shook his head as he took a seat. "Do you know any of his haunts?"
Ted shook his head. "Sorry."
"Damnit!" Alex buried his face into his hands. "Fuck. I can't go back without him."
"Randy?" Teddy asked.
Alex nodded his head.
"Listen, forget about Randy," Ted said. "Take the shipment back. If he shows up here, I'll drive him back."
"I can't do that. Randy..."
"Forget about him. If he shows up, I'll drive him back."
Alex stared into Ted's face. "You sure about this?"
"Not really, but you don't want to keep Yoshi waiting as well."
Alex stood up. "Thanks."
Ted nodded and went back to talking to Falend.
Alex made his way to the truck, climbed in, and drove away.
…
Mike hung from the ceiling; his blood dripping from wounds on his body. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness. He lifted his head up to look at his tied hands. His restraints were chains. If it was rope, it would be fine. If it was handcuffs, it would be fine. Chains...it was something that he had always had trouble with.
"Fuck," he muttered.
Mike smiled to himself. He was able to kill one of them. He shook the memory away and thought about how to get himself out of this situation. He grabbed the chains and lifted his body up. He could hear a door opening and he left his body fall again. He made out four individuals making their way to him. He could hear them talking but did not know what they were saying. Demon tongue was so hard to learn even though Randy tried his best to teach him. He silently cursed his lack of focus.
The young man could feel them surrounding him as they talking. He wished that he knew what they were saying, but a part of him did not want to know. For the first time in a long time, he felt something that had been long forgotten. His chest tightened as his heart rate increased. His mind raced with the different scenarios that could happen to him. He did not know if the wetness on his face was sweat or just his blood. He swallowed hard trying to push the fear way that was slowly taking over him.
He could hear one of them step closer to him. He felt a sharp pain rip through his chest and could hear the tearing of flesh. He closed his eyes and kicked the creature away. The other three grabbed his legs and tied them. They then anchored him to the ground so he could not flail about.
"Goddamn you!" he cursed.
Another took a bite out of his leg and ripped flesh away. The last two came and feasted as well. They only took a bite before leaving the room.
Mike blinked several times trying not to pass out, but in the end, darkness welcomed him.
…
Randy paced back and forth in his room.
"He ran away."
"From you."
"He doesn't want to be with you any more."
"You're so pathetic."
Randy grabbed at his temples, trying to silence the voices.
"Here's a thought...what if he's dead?"
Randy's eyes went wide. The sound of the truck pulling up got his attention. He ran downstairs to see if Mike was with Alex. He stood at the door and watched as Drew and Yoshi unload the truck. Alex looked up at him and shook his head.
Randy growled lowly.
"Ted said that if he shows up, he will drive him back here," Alex replied.
With that, Randy stomped back inside. Alex looked to the other two men who merely shrugged their shoulders. He nodded and went to help them. Randy went to Mike's room and sat on his bed. He buried his head into his hands.
"What will you do?"
"Just give up."
"Shut up!" Randy commanded. "Just shut up."
"You okay, dude?" John asked staring at him from the doorway.
Randy looked up at him.
John held up his hands in defense. "Chill, dude."
Randy sighed. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I know that you're worried but calm down. Really don't want you going around and killing everyone."
Randy chuckled.
"How...how are the voices?"
Randy stared at him.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
He looked John over and said, "Have you thought about putting on a shirt?"
"Hell no. I must show off these fabulous abs to the world." John posed for him.
Randy started to laugh.
"See...even you enjoy my abs." John leaned against the frame. "Honestly, though..."
"They've gotten worse."
John nodded. He went and sat down beside Randy. "Have you told Taker or Kane?"
Randy shook his head.
"You know it's going to get worse this whole week until..."
"I can deal."
"You sure?"
Randy nodded.
"I really don't see you dealing...but I'll take your word for it." John looked around Mike's room. "Is it just me or is his room bigger than everyone else's?"
"It's bigger."
"Lucky bastard."
"He has his own bathroom too."
John nodded. "I knew there was a reason why I hated him."
Randy looked at him in disbelief.
"What?"
Randy shook his head.
"Just saying."
Randy rolled his eyes.
John rubbed Randy's neck with one hand. "What else is on your mind?"
"Mike. He's missing."
"Say what?"
"Well, he went off to do something."
John sighed. "Don't do that to me."
Randy turned to him. "I thought you hated him?"
"In a brotherly sort of kind of way." John rubbed his hands together.
"I know that this isn't the first time he went off by himself."
John nodded.
"It's just that...the anniversary..."
"I understand, but you shouldn't worry about Mike. He's done this before and came back unharmed. He's a big boy. He can take care of himself."
Randy gave John a weak smile. "I hope you're right."
I hope so too, John thought as his mind wandered to what Mike could be doing.
Hours went by before Mike woke again. His arms had long went numb from the loss of blood flow to them and he could barely lift his head. He licked his chapped lips. He could hear movement from behind the door. He could see it open and watched eight enter. It was not long before they started to feast on him again. It was not long before the room became very hot and flames out of no where came. It was not long before he passed out.
Randy still sat in Mike's room blocking out the voices as best he could. Punk leaned against the door-frame looking in on him. Everyone else was at dinner.
"Hey, let's go," Punk said.
Randy did not move.
Punk pressed his lips together and went in after him. He grabbed Randy by the arm and dragged him up. Randy's eyes flashed.
"Don't fight me," Punk said. "Let's get out of here and go look for Mike...okay?"
Randy slowly nodded.
Both men walked out of their friend's room and made their way downstairs. Vickie came out of a hidden door in a large grandfather clock.
"Hi, boys," she greeted.
"Vickie," Punk said.
"Where are you two heading off for?"
"Going to look for Mike," Punk answered.
"Wait. What?"
"Mike has been missing since this afternoon," Punk replied. "Randy and I are going back to the Witches' Brew to see where he could have gone."
She slowly nodded her head. "Good luck. You know Mike though."
"We know."
The two men made it to the front door and opened it.
"Mike!" Randy fell on his knees next to Mike's body.
"Dear God," Punk breathed.
Mike was in terrible shape. His blood pooled around him. Chunks of flesh were gone from his chest and legs revealing sinews of muscle and bone. Surprisingly, he was still alive. His breathing was slow and labored. He stared up at Randy with half-closed eyes. He reached up to him. Randy grabbed his hand and brought it to his chest.
"Mike...Michael, what happened?" Randy asked.
Vickie came to Randy's side. "We need to get him inside. We need to get him to the chamber."
Randy scooped Mike into his arms and followed Vickie. The other members of the house came to see what was going on.
"Oh my God," Drew breathed.
"Jeez," was all John could say.
Alex's eyes were wide with shock.
Yoshi followed behind Randy through the hidden door. Down they went into the lower areas of the house. They hurriedly walked through halls passing doors upon doors. Vickie pulled out a key and placed into a mouth of a tiger statue. The wall behind it opened and they entered. Occult symbols decorated the walls, ceiling, and floor. Fire pyres stood in all four corners and immediately lit when they entered.
"Put him in the middle of the room," Vickie said.
Randy nodded and did as he was told.
Alicia entered the room. She stared at Mike and brought her hands to her mouth trying to muffle the sounds of grief.
Vickie stood at Mike's head and Alicia positioned herself at his feet. Yoshi took Randy and guided him outside.
"I want to stay with him," Randy protested.
"I understand, but you can't be here," Yoshi said. "What we are going to do is going to test our knowledge and our resilience. You can't have you in there while we are trying to heal him. We might end up killing you."
"But—"
"Stay out here. Please."
Yoshi went back inside and the door closed. Randy stared at it and started to beat the wall. Punk ran to him and pulled him away from the bloodied wall.
"Let me go," Randy growled.
"NO!" Punk said.
John and Drew came to assist as well. The three tried to hold him down, but Randy was able to get away and went back to punching the wall. Alex appeared and watched. After a few moments, Randy stopped and slowly turned to him.
Drew and John turned to see Alex. 'Run' they mouthed.
"I will kill you," Randy said. "I will kill you!"
He ran towards Alex, but Punk tackled him. Drew and John held him down giving Punk a chance to sink his fangs into Randy's neck. He stayed latched until Randy stopped moving. He stood up and wiped his forehead.
"That should do it," Punk replied.
Drew and John looked at each other but did not let go of Randy. He started to stir and they held fast. Randy tried to fight them off but was too weak. He lay there staring up at the ceiling.
"You know what got him."
"It was your weakness that put him in danger."
"If you did your job, he would have been safe."
Randy closed his eyes and began to cry.
