~In the subconscious~
Mike was watching everything through the mirror with chester, manitoba, and vito by his side. He was shivering with fear as his personas tried to hold him, his stomach was so sick, he thought for sure that he'd vomit. "C'mon mate, let's get'cha to your room. I swear it'll all work out, svetlana's fine I'm sure of it." Manitoba picked mike up off the ground and started heading toward his room, vito and chester just stayed watch, mostly to keep an eye on svetlana to make sure she's safe. It didn't take long for mike to fall asleep but manitoba stayed with him anyway for reassurance. Vito and chester then noticed something through the mirror, as svetlana was jumping around they saw what seemed to be a familiar looking car, it wasn't a cop car…. "SVETLANA LOOK OUT!" vito yelled hoping svetlana could hear him. She did ,luckily and then hid in one of the upper branches in a nearby tree. She saw the car that passed and who was in it, his/her father, he had the most angry look a person could get on his face. Svetlana gasped in fear especially when she saw the person beside him in the passenger seat. "MOM!" mike gasped, he was now in control and absolutely distraught. His mother was out cold, bloody nose, a big fat swollen bruise along her face and forehead, tears began to fall as he noticed his mother's neck had red finger marks and it was all his fault. He had to do something but...what?
Evening was approaching and the sun was almost down, his other personalities didn't know what to do. Mike was scared out of his wits, until he finally decided he had to go home. On the way there as he was nearing his house, he was so nauseous he threw up behind a stop sign but still kept on going. Vito was just as sick and scared as mike since it was his fault, he felt so incredibly guilty that he was begging mike to let him take over so he could take the hits for him. "VITO YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH, I DON'T NEED YOUR "HELP" ANYMORE!" mike yelled, just then a policemen was in his car with the windows rolled down and heard the boy yelling at nothing, he decided to approach him wondering if this was the boy they were looking for. The cop car was at a distance so it was hard to make out his face. Mike saw the policemen walking up to him and started to run toward his house despite knowing it wouldn't be any better, the cop ran after him to make sure he was headed to the place where he ought to be at. When the cop caught up to him he saw mike about to knock on the door and so once he was close enough to see his face clearly he saw bruises all around his face and assumed the worst but didn't want to ask straight out, "did something attack you near the woods, did you fall somewhere?" the cop asked concerned. "Yeah, something like that." Mike knocked on the door and his father was the first to answer, mike began to shake and sweat. "I found him walking toward the house anyway I just escorted him to the door…" his father looked down on mike and it shocked him…, "oh thank God you're alright, your mother and I were SO worried about you!" Mike was totally and completely stunned at what his father was saying. The policemen had a sigh of relief knowing that he actually wasn't being abused, he probably only fell. "Well have a good night, I'm glad your son is okay." "Thank you very much officer." He tipped his hat with a smile on his face and with that, he left. Once the door was closed, the warm atmosphere had changed completely it seemed more serious, intense, scary almost, and dark. Mike began to feel uneasy again, his father's smile had vanished the minute the cop had left and mike's legs were almost numb at how afraid he was. Just then, mike took a hard slap to the face, knocking his entire body to the ground. His father left the room, relieving mike until he returned. Mike was absolutely terrified at what his father was holding, a spiked belt. Mike jumped up and started backing away from the belt wielding man as slowly as he was moving toward him until mike had found himself in a corner, mike tried to dive for underneath the couch but his father had grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him up in the air and smacked him into the corner again. Now, still in the air being held up by his shirt, he was at an eye-to-eye level with this fearsome man, "I-I'M SORRY I'M REALLY REALLY REALLY SORRY, PLEASE DADDY, DADDY, DON'T DO IT PLEASE!" Mike begged, he didn't hear a word he said as he soon began beating mike with his spiked belt, he'd been beaten with belt's before but he only used his spiked one when he was REALLY angry. Mike was down on the ground covering his head, shaking and crying loudly, "SHUT UP!" he took a swift kick to mike's stomach, making him vomit again. "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!" Mike yelled out, he got a hard punch to his cheek knocking him unconscious.
~In the subconscious~
Mike woke up in his mind again but his other personalities were nowhere to be seen. He sat down and started concentrating on everything that had happened, trying to sort it out almost. All of a sudden he remembered his mother and started to wonder what had happened to her, "is...she dead…?" as mike thought about this…, the longer he did the more furious he became. It may have been a trick of mind but it seemed like mike was glowing...only not "bright" necessarily but dark,...it was almost black and it was getting bigger and bigger, the angrier he got. Then it seemed like a figure had appeared, all that darkness had formed into what looked like a person, after all the dark glow had disappeared mike fell under what seemed like a spell right after the dark figure had finally fully formed into a person as mike fell into the person's arms, one of the seeing mirrors had shown his reflection. A small boy, mike's height, with a flap of hair over one of his eyes had an evil and sly grin on his face. He gently set mike down and walked up to the mirror to get a closer look, he examined his face while holding his chin and nodding as if he approved of his new body, the boy chuckled and slowly began to laugh until it was maniacal. Then the mirror changed to reveal the outside and what mike's body was seeing, the boy grew silent as he witnessed a replay of what had happened that day. He now knew exactly what was going on, he looked back at mike with a sad pitying look and all he could think to do was to help save the boy before his father could do anything else. His looked turned to pure anger and hatred as he jumped into the mirror and took control, he blinked a few times before he fully came to and saw the man leaving the room he'd probably let his son die in. The boy was unbelievably furious at how he had treated mike, he ran to him and then kicked the back of his leg. "Want some more huh?" He turned around slowly and had a vicious grin of absolute evil as he smacked his son as hard as he could with his spiked belt, throwing him back onto the couch. He walked back up to him with his belt above his head, ready to start the process all over again. The child lifted his head up slowly as dark circles began to form underneath his eyelids, his eyes grew darker and darker. He then coughed up some blood on the couch and his hand, he looked at his trembling hand and curled it into a tight fist, he took aim and tried to punch his father. "Too slow" his father said as he grabbed his arm and began to twist, the boy screamed in pain and his father then punched him in the stomach. The boy fell to the ground and started hacking blood all on the carpet. The boy's teeth began to sharpen and he started glowing just like mike, "I'LL KILL YOU!" The boy yelled as he charged his father once more. The man stopped him by the head and threw him back against the wall knocking him unconscious. Tears started to fall as he was he was sent back to his mind, he saw mike laying down fast asleep, "I'm sorry I couldn't help." He said as he turned back into black mist and disappeared, he decided to watch him from afar and practice how he might be able to one day beat his father and truly save mike once and for all.