Danny gasped and pulled his mouth away from Michael's. He grabbed the other
man's arm roughly and yanked him into an alleyway. Once there, Danny let go
of Michael's arm and backed away quickly. He didn't want the other pilot
trying to kiss him again.
"What the hell is wrong with ya?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice down so he wouldn't attract the attention of people passing the alley. He realized how prejudiced he sounded. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with bein' like that an' all, but damn it, ya should make sure that the other person is." Michael lowered his gaze to the ground, face completely red from humiliation.
"I'm sorry Danny," he began, "It-" Michael cut off sharply and covered his mouth with his hand. Danny eyed him suspiciously, unsure of what to make of what he just heard.
"Mike," he inquired slowly, "Why did ya jus' talk like a girl?"
Shaye wanted to explain everything to Danny. She thought that if she did, then she just might have a chance with him. Besides, she owed it to him.
But could she trust him? If Shaye told Danny the truth, then he could give her away to the police. After what she had done, he could hardly be blamed for doing so.
Danny continued to stare at her, his soft eyes now hard, yet lost. Shaye knew that if she stayed there much longer, she would end up telling him. So, quickly as she could, Shaye fled from the alley.
Danny cried out in surprise and then ran after her. Shaye darted between the people walking down the street with ease. She was used to maneuvering through crowds due to the numerous times that she had run away. Shaye could almost hear Jerry behind her screaming obscenities as he ran.
Unfortunately, Danny knew the streets better than she did. He knew a shortcut that would interfere with her path. When he ran out from the joined alleyways and onto the sidewalk, Danny immediately collided with Shaye, sending her sprawling onto the pavement.
"Tell me what is goin' on!" he demanded, holding her down. Shaye winced in pain, struggling to get up. Danny was confused when she started mumbling words that meant absolutely nothing. "Mike, tell me," he repeated. Shaye mumbled something that Danny could not make out. "What?" he asked. Shaye opened her green eyes, which were brimming with tears.
"I'm not Michael," she repeated, "He is dead." Tears were silently running down her cheeks as she told Danny the truth. Danny got up off of Shaye, allowing her to stand up.
"Then who are ya?" Danny asked, not raising his volume at all.
"My name is Shaye Levart," she explained, "I'm Michael's sister." Danny was silent, letting what he had heard sink in. Michael was a girl? He had been lied to? Suddenly, he remembered what the policeman at the club had told him. This girl had murdered her father and brother!
"Why would ya pretend to be someone ya killed?" Danny asked the murderer standing before him. Shaye looked at him, confused. What kind of sick person was she?
"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, "I didn't kill my brother." Danny could not believe that this murdering imposter was lying to his face. He felt anger rise in his chest.
"Then why did that cop say ya did?" he inquired roughly. Shaye's tears began to fall more rapidly, adding to Danny's confusion.
"My mother lied to the doctors at the hospital where Michael died," she explained, attempting to ignore the feelings of betrayal that came rushing back to her. It was a futile effort, and the tears came faster.
"What?" Danny was getting tired of asking the same question over and over, but this girl wasn't cooperating.
Shaye wiped her tears and looked away. She had nothing left to say to Danny on the subject of Michael's death. The memories were just too painful. It wasn't just Danny either. Shaye didn't think that she could talk to anybody about it yet. "I did kill my father," she admitted.
"Is that why ya ran away?" Danny asked, accepting that she didn't want to talk about the previous matter. Shaye shook her head.
"No, he caught me while I was," she continued, not crying any longer. Danny now knew what he saw in her green eyes the first time he saw her. A pain that was pushed aside, betrayal, and an overwhelming sadness. A rage that could drive a girl to murder her father. Danny felt like he should help this girl, like he couldn't just walk away and forget about her.
"What the hell is wrong with ya?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice down so he wouldn't attract the attention of people passing the alley. He realized how prejudiced he sounded. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with bein' like that an' all, but damn it, ya should make sure that the other person is." Michael lowered his gaze to the ground, face completely red from humiliation.
"I'm sorry Danny," he began, "It-" Michael cut off sharply and covered his mouth with his hand. Danny eyed him suspiciously, unsure of what to make of what he just heard.
"Mike," he inquired slowly, "Why did ya jus' talk like a girl?"
Shaye wanted to explain everything to Danny. She thought that if she did, then she just might have a chance with him. Besides, she owed it to him.
But could she trust him? If Shaye told Danny the truth, then he could give her away to the police. After what she had done, he could hardly be blamed for doing so.
Danny continued to stare at her, his soft eyes now hard, yet lost. Shaye knew that if she stayed there much longer, she would end up telling him. So, quickly as she could, Shaye fled from the alley.
Danny cried out in surprise and then ran after her. Shaye darted between the people walking down the street with ease. She was used to maneuvering through crowds due to the numerous times that she had run away. Shaye could almost hear Jerry behind her screaming obscenities as he ran.
Unfortunately, Danny knew the streets better than she did. He knew a shortcut that would interfere with her path. When he ran out from the joined alleyways and onto the sidewalk, Danny immediately collided with Shaye, sending her sprawling onto the pavement.
"Tell me what is goin' on!" he demanded, holding her down. Shaye winced in pain, struggling to get up. Danny was confused when she started mumbling words that meant absolutely nothing. "Mike, tell me," he repeated. Shaye mumbled something that Danny could not make out. "What?" he asked. Shaye opened her green eyes, which were brimming with tears.
"I'm not Michael," she repeated, "He is dead." Tears were silently running down her cheeks as she told Danny the truth. Danny got up off of Shaye, allowing her to stand up.
"Then who are ya?" Danny asked, not raising his volume at all.
"My name is Shaye Levart," she explained, "I'm Michael's sister." Danny was silent, letting what he had heard sink in. Michael was a girl? He had been lied to? Suddenly, he remembered what the policeman at the club had told him. This girl had murdered her father and brother!
"Why would ya pretend to be someone ya killed?" Danny asked the murderer standing before him. Shaye looked at him, confused. What kind of sick person was she?
"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, "I didn't kill my brother." Danny could not believe that this murdering imposter was lying to his face. He felt anger rise in his chest.
"Then why did that cop say ya did?" he inquired roughly. Shaye's tears began to fall more rapidly, adding to Danny's confusion.
"My mother lied to the doctors at the hospital where Michael died," she explained, attempting to ignore the feelings of betrayal that came rushing back to her. It was a futile effort, and the tears came faster.
"What?" Danny was getting tired of asking the same question over and over, but this girl wasn't cooperating.
Shaye wiped her tears and looked away. She had nothing left to say to Danny on the subject of Michael's death. The memories were just too painful. It wasn't just Danny either. Shaye didn't think that she could talk to anybody about it yet. "I did kill my father," she admitted.
"Is that why ya ran away?" Danny asked, accepting that she didn't want to talk about the previous matter. Shaye shook her head.
"No, he caught me while I was," she continued, not crying any longer. Danny now knew what he saw in her green eyes the first time he saw her. A pain that was pushed aside, betrayal, and an overwhelming sadness. A rage that could drive a girl to murder her father. Danny felt like he should help this girl, like he couldn't just walk away and forget about her.