*Donnie P.O.V.*
*Three days later*
It's only been a couple days. My limbs still twitch when I least expect it. My body still seizes, just a little, whenever it feels like it. And let me check. Uh yup, my finger is still broken. I shouldn't be outside yet, especially with no one but Mikey for backup. But this had to be done as soon as possible.
For Mikey.
I woke Mikey up early. And despite the childish rolls away from my hand when I first tried to shake him awake, he sure woke up quick after I whispered to him where I was going. I've never seen him tie his bandana on so fast.
The two of us snuck out.
…Ok sensei might have noticed. But I think that's just my paranoia speaking.
It was so early that the sun wasn't even beginning to set yet. We took the route that the two of us have become so familiar with over these past two weeks. Except this time it took us twice as long, since we were having to shadow jump from hiding place to hiding place in the still very visible daylight.
By the time we made it the sun was halfway to an official set.
I take a deep breath and walk over to the side of the building we're on.
And there she was. I'd never forget that hair, or that tiny jacket. She's walking right below me, purple backpack bouncing behind her as she sways subtly to whatever music she's listening to in her headphones.
"Mikey," I say turning to look at my brother.
He looks solemn.
Maybe I should've gone alone.
Mikey walks over to me head hung low, feet dragging. He joins me on the edge and looks down. His eyes shine over when he looks at her. I wonder what he sees? She's unique I'll give her that. But what made her so special?
Was it because she was human?
Was it because she was fun?
Was she worth all of this?
It's not worth thinking about. And Mikey doesn't deserve to look that sad!
"Mikey, this outcome really was highly unpredictable. Chances were that she would never have told anyone. There was no way for you to predict-"
"Really Donnie?" Mikey asks a little snottily. He leans back onto his heels and reaches for the little backpack I brought with me for this trip. I still myself, body bent over in a crouch to allow Mikey access to the pack on my back.
…Heh.
"She couldn't have kept it," Mikey continues still rummaging through the pack. "She haaaaad to tell. And so will everyone else."
"No Mikey, really most people aren't like that," I say quickly. Any negative comment from Mikey that isn't a whine is just disturbing!
"Yes Donnie they are," snaps Mikey "Could you do it? Could you keep a secret from everyone you love, forever? I would've told Donnie! I would've told in her shoes! This isn't her fault. This isn't humans fault. This is just how people are."
"Mikey," I say straightening my back and turning so that I can look at him. I can only guess from the weight now absent from my shoulders that Mikey found what he was looking for.
Mikey stands up and just looks at me with my newest little invention in his hands, which looks like nothing more than a garbage enhanced downgraded fishing pole. "But D. That's why I like them. Not humans, just people. Look at what happened. Angel cares about her friend so much that she told her this. And this is always what will happen. Because people love other people. And… That's not so bad."
I smile, encouraging the happy thoughts. I know I'm just grasping at straws here. There's no reason that Mikey should be happy in this situation. But I didn't get fed a mountain of mouthwatering pancakes for three days straight not to want the cook happy!
"But she's not worth it."
I frown.
"None of them are."
