~Two years ago~
Mike was just getting off of the bus at school. He just wanted to get through the day unnoticed. Ever since the kids found out about his multiple personality disorder, he got bullied regularly. He started finding ways to maneuver around it; He never raised his hand, used process of elimination when he had to get a partner for a project, whenever given the chance he'd sit in the far corners of the classroom. However, this lowered his participation grade and so whenever he got his grades to hand over to his parents, his father would be waiting by the door so that he could be the first to see them. He'd go to bed with bruises on his face and arms. He was sick and tired of the routine but almost everyday the kids would leave him alone until the class had free time or lunch and recess, he'd try to outrun them but they always caught up. But this day was different, almost immediately all the kids spotted him and began running towards him, he started running as fast as he could to get inside the building and get to the principals office. They were faster, they all pounced on him, their immense weight knocked the wind out of him as he was face flat on a pile of dirt. One of the kids yanked his head up by his hair, "why don't one of your little personalities come to help you, huh?" They got off him and stole his shirt, he gasped and became vito. "So...ya been itchin' for a fight lately, huh, tough guy." Vito said as he grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground. He smirked and vito smirked, the other kids stepped back knowing a gruesome battle was about to proceed. The girls started walking off the bus and gathered around as the other kids did so as well. The two took off their backpacks and vito put the boy down, his name was nick and all the kids separated into their designated sides: Girl's on vito's side, boy's on nick's side. "Let's rumble!" Vito declared as the two lunged at each other, causing a huge dirt cloud to rise up from the dry dusty ground, blocking sight of the two boys. The girls held their breath as they felt the tension rise, "BREAK IT UP YOU TWO!" a man yelled, all the kids turned around in shock as the dust cleared, it was to be revealed as the principal. When he looked down, he saw vito on top of nick who was covered in bruises and bumps, vito only had a couple but he didn't notice the principal walking up as vito delivered the finishing blow, knocking nick completely comatose. The principal had a disappointed look on his face as he swiftly grabbed vito's hand, pulling it back, bringing him to his feet before he could strike again. The man yanked vito to the office by his ear, before he could retrieve his shirt and backpack. After they made it to the office, vito rubbed his sore ear and thus, the lecture began; "That's the third time this week mike." "eh yo, it's VITO."... "Ugh, yes that's right. I nearly forgot-", The principal stuttered. "Disrespect 'da vito and you're gonna get a beat down!" Vito said holding his tight, clenched fist in his hand. "OK THAT'S IT!" The principal scolded, "IT'S ONLY BARELY DAYLIGHT, NOT EVEN 9'O CLOCK AND YOU...YOU'RE ALREADY GETTING INTO FIGHTS! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOU ANYMORE!" Vito stepped back in shock, assuming the worst. "Ugh, bring mike back, please. I'd like to have a word with him." The man said, calming down. "I'll need ma' shirt, it's outside cause YOU didn't give me enough time to pick up ma' stuff." Vito accused. "Ok fine, run out
and get it, but get back in here the minute you put the shirt back on ya' hear?" He sighed. "Sure", vito replied. As vito ran back outside an idea popped in his head…. Vito grabbed the shirt and stuffed it into his backpack and ran off in the opposite direction of his house. Just going home would mean answering to his father, he wanted to keep mike as safe as possible just like the other personalities. Not just because they all shared the same body but because all of them had come to love him, they cared for him deeply. For a while they were mike's only friends. Vito just kept running, he was planning on running away. The principal ran out of the building not long after vito had finally disappeared, flustered and frustrated he called his parents and the police. Vito's stomach began to churn, knowing that now there's no going back, he just had to keep running. His confidence grew as he started to run faster and faster, afraid for mike. Losing focus vito tripped causing his knee to bleed. He heard a car approaching and quickly sprang into the bushes, the car passed and he sighed in relief that it wasn't his father's car. He then ran into the woods that were nearby the school, there were lots of hiding places in there he remembered. He ran into the woods, jumping over logs, dodging trees, pushing through spiderwebs, and crawling under tall thorny bushes. Until he made it to the heart of the huge forest, there he found the perfect hiding spot underneath a large bush hidden by spiderwebs and low tree branches. The sun was at the highest peak, it was noon vito mostly only saw it as lunch time and only that but being summer, his tan body was getting cooked. Vito was rarely afraid but now he was shaking. He remembered his shirt in his backpack but he knew that all that mike would do is get sick and cry in a ball, he'd be no help but maybe svetlana… "russian gymnast, 3rd time winner, tree jumping champion!" Vito yelled to summon her, he gasped and svetlana came to light. She jumped from tree to tree getting higher and higher above the blinding forest and finally reached the top, she spied around and noticed the coast was clear. She made a very risky move at leaving the forest, svetlana was still shirtless so vito could return at any time he pleased, she knew he wouldn't dare interfere in her skills when they're needed the most. Svetlana was always glad to help mike anyway she could. Though reluctantly is she assisting vito in his plot, knowing it cannot end well. Once she was out of the forest after an hour of hiding, svetlana started jumping from roof to roof and tree to tree, always remaining above ground, throwing the cops for a loop.