Du du du DUUUU! The Great Climax! I hope you guys think it's good! I'd also like to say thank you for your wonderful support, and viewings. You guys are what made this happen, and I'm so grateful for your reviews and views. Anyway, enough talk, enjoy!
Zoey wandered through the halls of the high school. The music from the auditorium was bouncing off the hallway's walls, creating a slightly creepy echo.
"Mike? Mike where are you?" She asked. No sign of him. She kept wandering. As she stepped down the hallway, she heard a crack! Zoey realized she had stepped on something and looked down at where her foot had been. Although she could barely see it in the dim lit hallway, she could just make out a pair of small, black, glasses. She had accidentally broken the lens, and the glass shards were scattered around the glasses' frame. Zoey picked up the glasses, looked around so that nobody had seen her step on them, and inspected them closely. As she looked it over, she could see the initials, 'C.M' on the side.
"Cameron? Cameron Miles? This is his?" Zoey asked herself. She knew it was Cameron's by the initials, and was confused. He was wearing his when she had last seen him...and why would his glasses be in the middle of the hallway?Maybe they were spares. Maybe he dropped them. But where was he? Maybe he was lost…But then, why would he wander off if he dropped his glasses here? Zoey didn't know. She put the glasses in her pocket, and continued walking down the dark hallway.
"Mike? Mike are you there? C'mon, this isn't funny Mike. Are you hiding?" Zoey asked into the darkness. There was no response, once again. Also, once again she felt her foot hit something. Nearly tripping over it, Zoey caught her balance, and bent over to see what she had tripped on this time. It was a book. Nothing special, but looked like something from Shakespeare. Zoey picked up the book and flipped to the inside cover, 'Maybe I can find whose this is as well.' She thought. As she flipped open the book, she was surprised to see the name that it belonged to.
"Noah?" She asked. It was indeed Noah's book. Why was Cameron's glasses and Noah's book on the floor? Did they get into trouble with Scott and Duncan again? The last thing she needed was for her friends to get into another fight with those jerks. Zoey put the book under her arm and continued. As she walked down the hallway, she came across numerous strange objects that belonged to her friends: Cody's EpiPen, Sierra's smartphone (she knew it was hers by the Cody background), Harold's book of beavers and rats, and even Izzy's green wristband. 'What's going on here?' Zoey wondered as she held the small pile of items belonging to her friends. Suddenly she heard a small noise coming from the stairwell to her right.
"Hello?" She asked. No response. "Is someone there? If this is a joke by Scott, or…or…or Duncan, I swear it isn't funny!" Zoey shouted. Still no response. "Mike?" She asked on final time before she felt a hard substance hit her on the head, knocking her out cold.
"Zoey? Zoooooeeeeey? Wake up buttercup." Zoey heard a voice say. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her head was hurting like never before, and she could just be dreaming it, but she thought that her forehead might've been bleeding. As she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry, so she couldn't make anything out at first. But, as time went on, she finally was able to clear her vision. She was on top of the school's roof, along with…Mike? Mike was standing in front of her, with his hair down and a cruel smirk on his face. His hands were on his hips and he looked as though he had won something. Behind him, however, was what surprised Zoey. Behind Mike, all of her friends (along with Max) were lined up alongside the edge of the school. Each one was bound and gagged.
"Mike? What the….what's going on?!" Zoey demanded. As she tried to back away from him, she felt two hands hold her back. She turned her head, expecting to see Duncan or Scott, but was even further surprised. "Shawn? What're you doing?" Yes, it was Shawn. He was holding her back, and his eyes looked like they were in a far daze. On top of his head, was a weird metal hat, that had wires poking out of it here and there, and flashing lights.
"Your friends Shawn and Jasmine here are going to keep you restrained, and help me out as I show you your entertainment." Mike said, smiling. Jasmine walked next to him, almost zombielike.
"Mike, what are you doing? Those are our friends!" Mal frowned and walked over to her.
"Zoey, Zoey, Zoey. Why didn't you listen to your 'friends'? They told you about me, and you wouldn't hear them. Though I must say, you've made this all the more fun." Mike said smiling. Zoey thought hard for a moment. "Why didn't you listen to your friends?" What did that mean? Then it hit her.
"Zoey listen to me! He's not who he seems!" (Harold)
"Something's wrong with Mike Zoey, I can feel it…" (Cameron)
"He has been acting weird...?" (Sierra)
"He's been acting strange lately; I would keep an eye on him if I were you…" (Noah)
"Mal?" Zoey asked.
"I would prefer, 'The Malevolent One', but yes, that is my name. Nice of you to wake up Zoey. You don't want to know how long I've had to play as dull old Mike. Jesus, I don't want to know what you saw in him. Makes me want to puke…"
"How could you! Why are you doing this?" Zoey shouted. Mal, who was talking to himself for a moment, turned back to her and frowned.
"Why? Because it's what he deserves. He locked me away in his mind for years, while he went around playing pretty boy! And now he's fallen in love? That's it! I've had enough of this nonsense, and I'm taking over my rightful place in this body, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." Mal said confidently.
"Your rightful place? You don't deserve freedom; you deserved to be locked away!" Zoey shouted at him. Mal smiled,
"Did I ever tell you that you're pretty when you're angry?" Zoey snarled,
"Don't try to flatter me Mal, you disgust me!" Mal smiled.
"Enough of these petty conversations, I think we should get on with the show, don't you?" Mal asked, leaning on her shoulder and smiling. Zoey became worried,
"W-What show?" Mal looked surprised.
"What show you ask? Why, the show your friends here are going to give us! I thought that before I said goodbye to Mike forever, I might as well give you a show first." Zoey's eyes widened.
"W-What are you going to do to them?! What are you going to do to me?!" Mal smiled.
"It's a little game I like to call 'Justice is Served'! Stupid name, I know, but it was all I could do in such short notice." Mal said throwing his arms in the air as if he were a game show host. He then ran back to Zoey (who was still being held by Shawn) and leaned on her shoulder, "You see Zoey, each one of your 'friends' will walk up to Jasmine, who will ungag them. For each one of your friends, I will tell you the truth about them, and then, depending on how they defend themselves as their own lawyer, they decide their fate. If they do a good job at defending themselves, I will let them go. If they don't, well let's just say I hope they have a soft landing." Mal said. Zoey looked at him, shocked,
"You don't mean…"
"Yes Zoey. If they fail to defend themselves, they will be pushed OFF the building!" After saying these words, the group of gagged friends turned their heads to look at how high they were. They were four stories high. They wouldn't survive unless by a miracle. After seeing their drop, they turned around to Mal and started mumbling frantically, as though begging to let them go. "SHUT UP!" Mal yelled. They fell silent.
"But that's not fair! You'll throw them off anyway!"
"You know me so well Zoey. I'm touched." Mal said, touching his chest where his heart would be.
"Y-You can't get away with this if you do! They'll know that you pushed them off the building!" Zoey countered. It was all she had to ensure the safety of her friends. However, Mal just smiled at her threat.
"But you see Zoey, that's the best part! Your friends will push them off! And since I'm not touching them, there's no dirt on me. And you can forget about the security cameras on the roof, I've taken the liberty of dismantling them. All of them." Mal said, releasing the rest of his plan to Zoey. Zoey couldn't believe it. Mike was gone, Mal was here, and now they were all going to die, and her friends were going to get thrown into jail, or thrown off the building with her. There was only one thing left she could do,
"Mike…please…I know you're still in there…" Zoey said quietly, begging for Mike to return. Mal shuddered and turned around at her, angrily.
"Shut up Zoey, or I'll make you go first."
"Mike….please…." Mal slapped her in the face as hard as she could.
"I said, SHUT UP! Now, let's get this show on the road. First I'll tell the truth about each one, then I'll let them have their day in court, and then I'll decide whether to push them off or not. We'll start with the weakest….. Noah? Care to step up to the plate?" Mal smiled. Noah looked scared as Jasmine picked him up and tossed him in front of Mal, who was now leaning against a wall. Jasmine took out his gag, and Noah gasped for air. After gaining his breath, he muttered,
"You're insane…"
"Thank you. Now, for the truth Zoey. Noah here is very smart. He could probably do your math homework for you if you threatened him. However, he wouldn't make a good friend Zoey. Oh, nonononononono. Want to know why Zoey? Because he would sell your life away in exchange for his own. Hell, he'd probably sell your life away for some money!"
"Shut up! That's a lie-ugh!" Noah was kicked by Jasmine. Mal smiled.
"Why are you doing this Mal! Leave them alone!" Zoey protested. Mal ignored her.
"Next, we have Sierra. Such a sweet girl, but would probably choke you to death in a hug. Not to mention, she stalks you and everyone else here. I'm surprised she didn't really warn you about me. Still, she'd probably sneak into your house at night and steal your toothbrush, so she could tell her bloggers. Isn't that nice? Not the best friend now is it?" Sierra hung her head in shame.
"And next we have Cody. Seems like such a sweet guy, would probably do anything for you, that is, if he could get in your pants. Cody is such a ladies man, and would do anything for a girl if they offered him sex, isn't that right Cody? I'm sure that's why you were so nice to Gwen…and Sierra…and all the other girls here at Stanford High." Cody was about to protest when Mal moved on,
"Up next, we have Cameron. Nerd, who's friend to all. Would probably do all of your homework just for fun. Sweet guy huh? Yet, he still wouldn't tell you that your best friend had MPD, and would totally lie to you whenever he got the chance."
"Mike asked me to do it! He was trying to protect Zoey from you!" Cameron spoke up.
"Well, Well! The bubble boy speaks up. Sad to tell you buddy, but you did a poor job at protecting her. It's alright though, you did your best, and that's what matters." Mal snickered before walking over to the next victim.
"Max. You didn't know him Zoey, but I sure as hell did. He's just here for being a pain in my ass."
"B-b-but you were the one who-" Mal screwed up his face in disgust,
"Shut the hell up Max! I do not have time for your squabbling. Last but not least, we have Harold. The only one who really tried to warn you about me Zoey. I must say Harold, I am impressed, and how ever did you find me out?" Instead of responding, Harold spat in his face. Mal wiped the spit from his face and smiled, "Well Harold, you just bought yourself a one way ticket to be the first on off this roof!" Mal had Jasmine grab Harold and started pushing him towards the edge of the roof. Before they could continue, Zoey spoke up.
"Mike, I know you're still in there, so hear me out. There's nothing wrong with you having MPD. I know now, that you were afraid that you having that disorder would make us split up, and never be friends again," Mal stopped Jasmine and slowly turned towards Zoey.
"How many times do I have to say…"
"But it doesn't matter to me if you have a disorder," Zoey continued, ignoring Mal. "Because I love you the way you are. Nothing could change that. Just because you'll act like someone else one moment, doesn't mean I still won't like you for who you are. Besides, with more personalities, there's more of you to love!" Zoey spoke up. Mal started approaching her, anger boiling up inside him.
"I said shut up Zoey! If you keep saying that, I'll make you go first!"
"Mike, wherever you are, I just want you to know. I love you." Mal clutched his head in pain. Zoey's attempt to bring back Mike was weakening Mal's control over the body. He was losing everything! 'NOOO!' Mal was hunched over, his eyes bloodshot from his weakening status. He then turned towards Zoey quickly, and marched over to her.
"That's it you little prick. YOUR TURN!" Shawn began to bring her over to the edge of the building, in a mechanic like manner (like a robot). Soon, Zoey found herself staring at what was most likely her certain doom. Her death bed. Mal walked up beside her and pretended to shed a tear,
"It's too bad it had to end like this Zoey. Still, have any last words?" Zoey turned to him, tears in her eyes, and smiled. Before Mal could react, or before Shawn could register what Zoey was about to do, Zoey freed herself from Shawn's grasp, and grabbed hold of Mal's head. She then brought it close to hers, and locked lips with him. It was short, for Mal quickly pried her off of him, and Shawn held her back up again, standing like a statue. However, her job had been done. Mal, eyes wide and bloodshot, stared around frantically, as though trying to escape.
"N….N-NO...ZOEY…..WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" He screamed as he fell to the floor and started rolling around. The other captives looked on, confused. Mal rolled on the floor, clutching his head as though some sort of alien had worked its way into his ear. His arm then slammed onto a metal pipe, shattering the gauntlet that Max had created to control the helmets. As soon as the gauntlet shattered, Zoey felt the hands holding her let go. Shawn and Jasmine screamed as they tried to pull the helmets off of themselves. They too, fell to the floor in agony, but successfully managed to pry the helmet off, and lay on the floor, as if they were sleeping.
Mal was face down, on the floor. He was shaking violently, and his face was turning red. Zoey approached him slowly, cautiously. 'Was Mike returning?'
"NO!" Mal grabbed hold of Zoey's arm after quickly spinning around. "I….I'M NOT DONE HERE! THIS IS MY TIME!" He slowly stood up, on shaky legs. He looked incredibly red, and seemed as though he was radiating heat. "I WON'T ALLOW IT TO BE….FOILED….BY SOME FUCKING GIRL…." Mal then grabbed her other arm, and stood up in front of her, eye to eye. "MIKE….DOESN'T HAVE THE RIGHT….TO OWN THIS BODY….HE DOESN'T….DESERVE IT!" Mal spat out. Zoey looked at him pitifully.
"He has the only right. And he does deserve it. He deserves it more than you." Zoey said plainly. Mal looked like he was about to strike her when he frowned, fell to his knees and lay down, flat on his face. He soon became quiet, and his little movements on the floor ceased. His skin color returned to normal, and he began breathing at a normal pace again. 'Was it all over?' Zoey couldn't be sure. For all she knew, it could just be another trick from Mal pretending to be defeated. Ignoring Mal for a moment, she took the time to run over to her friends, and free them of their bonds and gags. They all thanked her, and sat down together, taking deep breaths and lying down on the floor, trying to calm down. Sierra and Cody walked over to Jasmine and Shawn, and threw the helmets aside, and checked to see if they were ok. After freeing her friends, she returned to where she had left Mal.
He was gone.
Zoey looked around nervously, fearing that she had lost him. However, she was slightly relieved to see he was standing up, leaning against the rooftop shed that led to downstairs. Zoey stood a good distance away before speaking.
"Mal?" She asked, hoping that she was wrong. The figure turned around, slowly, as if he were hurt. As he faced Zoey, she noticed his hair was up. But that didn't mean it was Mike. For the longest time, Mal had portrayed Mike and fooled Zoey. Not this time. If it were him, she would know. She would make sure it was Mike.
"No…Zoey…It's me! Mike…" The boy said weakly. Zoey narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. She had a question for him. Only the real Mike would be able to answer this question.
"I'm not sure if I can believe you, but answer this question right, and I will." She explained her terms. Mike nodded furiously,
"Ask me anything…"
"What movie did we see together at the movie theater?" She asked.
"Total Warriors 2." Mike said. He had known the answer right off the bat. They had gone to the movie theater together, a little over a week ago, and he remembered it like yesterday. He also remembered their fight that he had never been able to say he was sorry for. "Zoey, I'm sorry about-" He was never able to finish his sentence, for Zoey had run up to him and was hugging him tightly. Mike was surprised at her sudden movement, but the moment was so wonderful, he forgot what he was about to say, and hugged her back. Finally, he was with her again. After being stuck in that pink wasteland for what seemed like an eternity, he had returned, and saw that Zoey was unharmed. That was all he could've asked for.
"So…you're ok with me having MPD? How did you find out? Weren't you-" Zoey shushed him and smiled.
"Cameron told me. He has a trouble with secrets." Zoey said. Mike looked over to see Cameron smile weakly and blush out of embarrassment. "And no. I do not have any problem with you having MPD Mike. In fact, I think it's cute. I love oddballs." Zoey said, poking Mike in the nose playfully. Mike smiled back at her. It had been so long since he had been able to speak with Zoey, and this seemed to be somewhat of a dream come true for him.
"Aw that's cute. Can we get out of here now? I don't want to be the one to ruin the moment, but we kinda almost got thrown off of this building and died, so I think I've had enough for today." Noah said walking towards the exit. Sierra and Cody (Carrying Jasmine and Shawn) along with Max and Cameron followed him down. Harold walked over to Zoey and Mike, and smiled.
"It's good to have you back Mike. I'd take you over Mal any day of the week." Harold said before walking after the rest of his friends, leaving Mike and Zoey alone on the roof together. After he disappeared down the stairs, Zoey looked back at Mike, and Mike looked back at Zoey. Their eyes met, and the rest of the world seemed to be nonexistent around them.
"I'm so glad you're unharmed. I…I didn't hurt you…did I?" Mike asked worrying for a moment. Zoey put her arms on his shoulders and smiled at him.
"No Mike. You didn't hurt me. I'm just fine, so you don't have to worry." She assured him. Mike smiled back at her and blushed for a moment.
"You know…your friendship means the world to me Zoey. Before you, I had no friends practically. I was alone, and bullied. But ever since you got here, everything's changed. You've introduced me to new friends, and helped me fight off those bullies. Honestly Zoey, if it weren't for you…I don't know how I would've gotten through this year." Mike told her. It was true. If it hadn't been for Zoey, his life would've returned to the hell it once was. He owed everything to her.
"Your friendship means everything to me too Mike. You were the first one I met here at Stanford High, and you were really nice to me. You showed me around the school, and you even stood up to me in front of Scott and Heather when they insulted me. You even came to my house to make sure I was ok when you were seriously injured." Zoey replied. Mike smiled, but rubbed his arm.
"Yeah, it actually still hurts. I guess when Mal disappeared; his strength in my arm left me. So I guess it's still broken. But that doesn't matter, because he's gone for good, and you're ok. Everything is just….great." Mike said, smiling. Before the two could carry out their conversation, they heard voices coming from downstairs,
"You can't go up there!"
"Stop!"
"Move out of the way shrimp, he's had this coming for a while!"
"Beat it!"
Soon, Mike and Zoey saw Scott, Alejandro and Duncan arrive at the top of the stairs, wielding baseball bats. They quickly spotted the two, and got into fighting positions.
"This is it Mal! We're done with you! This is where it ends!" Scott shouted. Zoey held onto Mike's arm, while Mike sighed and looked Scott in the eye.
"Scott. Just let me explain. I know why you're mad at me. Heck, I know I would be pissed at myself if I were you, and in a way, I have been. I remember what happened back in kindergarten. I remember how you think I beat you up and sent you in the hospital for over a year. I know Scott. I remember." Mike began.
"What do you mean I think I remember you beating me up, I know I remember that!"
"But it wasn't me and you know it! It was Mal! Mal beat you up! But Scott, you have to listen to me, he's gone. We got rid of him. He won't come back anymore."
"How can you be so sure? How do I not know if I'm talking to Mal right now huh? You have, NO PROOF!" Scott shouted his voice elevating. Mike raised his hands in defense.
"Scott, let's not do this. You'll get in trouble, and someone might get hurt. Please, let's just talk this out…"
"Scott please! It really is him…" Zoey pleaded.
"NO! I'M DONE TALKING THINGS OUT! You didn't even stop at kindergarten! Just recently, in gym, a week ago, you sprained my ankle! I bet you don't remember that huh? Then, you laughed at me, and pushed me around, but I'm DONE WITH THAT! YOU HEAR? I'M DONE! THIS ENDS, NOW!" With that, Scott charged Mike, wielding his baseball bat. Although Mike couldn't explain it, he suddenly felt acrobatic skills that he'd never had before kick in. He easily dodged Scott's attack, and knocked the baseball bat out of his hands. The bat fell down off the building and hit the pavement below. The two then engaged in a struggle on the ground. Scott was trying to grab at Mike and punch him while Mike attempted to get him off.
Meanwhile, Duncan was about to go after them when Harold came up behind him and hit him on the head with a cafeteria tray. He fell to the ground, unconscious. Alejandro turned to hit Harold, when Zoey punched him in the back, knocking him over,
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She screamed.
Mike and Scott suddenly rolled dangerously close to the edge of the building. Mike noticed this, and looked at Scott, eyes wide.
"Scott! We'll fall off! Stop now!" Scott ignored him and continued trying to beat Mike up. Once again, they rolled dangerously close to the edge. "Scott! STOP!" Mike pleaded. With one final burst of energy, Scott used his legs to push Mike off of him, sending him flying back. All eyes on the roof suddenly landed on Mike. Almost as if in slow motion, Mike flew off of Scott, and was sent flying off the building. Zoey watched, horror stricken, as Mike looked at her one last time before disappearing down the building.
Zoey didn't know what to say. He was gone. Thrown off the building. Gone. Scott backed away from the edge of the building, shocked at what he had just done. He quickly, leapt to his feet and fled, along with Duncan and Alejandro.
Zoey, tears filling her eyes, quickly ran over to the edge of the building, where Mike had fallen, despite the pleas from her friends not to look. As she peered over, she couldn't spot him. 'Where was he! Where!' Her eyes landed on the dumpster. He had landed on a pile of trash, but he looked unconscious. 'He could still be alive!' There was no time to lose. Zoey dashed as fast as she could to the stairwell, pushing her friends out of the way. She had to get to Mike! She flew down the stairs, and burst through the doors. The cold night's air washed against her cheeks as she dashed to where Mike had fallen. As she rounded the corner of the building, she could see Mike's body lying inside the dumpster. She quickly ran over to it and grabbed his hand once she peered inside.
"Mike? Mike?! Mike…please are you ok? Mike?" She asked repeatedly, her eyes practically waterfalls now. Mike gave no response. Zoey decided to pull him out of the dumpster, and laid him down on the pavement. She instantly put her ear to his chest, listening for any sign of life. All other sounds seemed to disappear as she listened, intently, for Mike's heartbeat.
*Thump* Thump*
He was alive.
To say that Zoey was relieved, would be understating it. She was overwhelmed with relief. Mike was alive. But probably terribly injured. She quickly pulled out her phone, and dialed 911 for the ambulance. As she spoke to the receiver of her call, she held onto Mike's hand and told them what had happened. When she hung up, her friends had arrived from the roof, with a small crowd of people they had informed of what had happened. The ambulance soon arrived, and carried Mike away on a stretcher. They asked Zoey if she would like to ride with him, and she said yes. She hopped aboard the ambulance and sat next to Zoey as the vehicle drove off to the hospital.
"I'm here Mike. I'm here." She said, rubbing his hand, and with tears in his eyes.
Wow, there it is. Shocker huh? Yeah, I know, you're probably pissed at me because I ruined their love moment. Sorry! But, don't worry, cause Mike's on his way to the hospital, and should be ok…right? Anyway, hope you enjoyed the big climax of this story! It was kinda fun to write, and I hope you all enjoyed it. Once again, I would like to thank you of the 2000 views and 27 reviews! You guys rock!