It was a saturday and mike had woken up much earlier than he had expected, his mother was still asleep beside him facing the wall in the opposite direction. Mike nearly tripped when he got out of the bed after multiple attempts to go back to sleep and started toward the door, on his way, he randomly looked to his right and saw the calendar above his mother's dresser there was a date circled for this sunday. It said "dad's court day", this made him shudder, now was most certainly not the time to think about his father. When he began thinking about this reluctantly and accidently, he got to thinking of his nightmare that he had last night and it made awful chills run down his spine. He tried to get those thoughts out of his head as he left the room to make breakfast for himself, it wasn't an easy task to fulfill. Being distracted by this, there began a mess, the cereal didn't make it all the way into the bowl, the milk got all over the counter and some in the bowl and on the ground, and he dropped the spoon. Mike didn't notice as he started eating his half filled cereal in his hands. When he finally fell out of his daze and took notice of what he'd done, he almost panicked and started putting everything away neatly and carefully, wiped the floor and counter quickly then sprayed it with some of the cleaners they had under the sink so it wouldn't be sticky. There was a sigh of relief, then he heard his mother's footsteps and started washing dishes, she just stood in the doorway admiring her son's hard work. He was focused on the dishes until something odd happened, he twitched, though only once, his mother still took notice, she wanted to just pick him up and walk him back to his room to tuck him in, stay by his side and leave the dishes for later but mike, however, didn't seem to notice his own tiny spasm as he continued to clean the dishes like he told his mother. I just want to keep her at ease and cease her worries, it's the least I can do for the burden I've layed on her. He had assumed he was merely thinking in silence but in truth, he was murmuring the words, his arm shook for a small second and his mother, still in the doorway could read his lips. Though the water was running and the sound of sponge scrubbing against a heavy, rough, pan could be heard throughout the whole house, the whole, small, one story house, she could still tell what his exact words were. I know I should stop him but if I do...he'll think I'm worrying too much, he's trying so hard...just for my sake...and he thinks he's the burden. Tears started to well up and she couldn't sniffle them away, just wipe them as they came and was just thinking about stopping time so she had more time to get a hold of herself without her son seeing her. Mike started to shake once again but managed to stop himself, then a large chill ran down his spine, he was thinking about his nightmare and his mother didn't know what to do. She began walking towards him to calmly rub his back, he quickly turned around with surprise and the big plate he was already struggling to hold, fell out of his hands and for a small while, everything seemed to be in slow motion, as though he could catch the plate at any time but he could not move until it hit the ground and shattered. some shards hit their feet and legs and they started to bleed, his mother cringed from shock and pain but then she looked at her emotionless son, staring blankly at nothing, she knelt down by mike, "honey….do you need to sleep?" "NO! I CAN'T!" His mother was stunned and her worried glance made him disgusted and he ran to the bathroom, "DON'T LISTEN IN!" He shouted as he ran. He got in and slammed the door behind him and put his hands to the mirror. "HEY GUYS CAN 'YA HEAR ME?!" The mirror got clouded with black and purple mist he didn't want to look but the minute he did there, was D and bue and D had someone in a headlock. "MIKE!" His hair flap fell down over his left eye, his low voice returned, he grabbed a wet towel and wiped his face, revealing his dark circles. His mother didn't keep her promise; when mike was still in school, she got a drill and made a whole from her bedroom to the bathroom, got a knife and started sawing at it to make it look more like a crack than a perfect peephole for safety, whenever he started acting suspicious and went to the bathroom, she ran to her bedroom where the carpet absorbed the sound of creaking footsteps, she put her eye to the 'crack' and saw a very alarming mirror image. There, the boy whom she believed to be her son, a hair flap had come down, she cupped her own mouth in order to keep from gasping, not out of surprise but fear. "You let him go, RIGHT NOW!" She saw her REAL son in the hands of two dark and scary figures but the vision was very blurry, it was a small bathroom and the peep hole was directly across from the mirror, only a 6ft difference so anyone with even basic vision could see the two figures totally and completely crystal clear, so, why are they so difficult to make out?! The worried woman thought.
"let...him...go!" "let me ask you something...mal?...why would you send a 'supposed' friend to be locked up in here with us where he could get so easily hurt?" "IT WASN'T MY IDEA!" "But you didn't stop him, now, did you?" "selfish, aren'tcha?" Bue added. Mal stepped back, upset. "You knew this would happen and you did nothing-" "-h-how did you find out?!" "we played detective." D answered bluntly. Mike's mom was nothing but confused, for some reason it seemed that mal could see the two perfectly but, meanwhile, the mirror was growing more and more hazy, the two figures were so blurry they almost seemed like one big puddle of blackness, the darkness wasn't meant to be seen without escort. "I'll get mike back, I'll get him out of there…". He gave them a scowl, his eyes, black, "ooo, that's a scary face…" D teased, mal reached his hands toward the mirror. "nope, I'd recommend not trying it, who'll watch over your body after you skull has cracked open from hitting either the tub or the toilet-". He looked behind him, his shoulders dropped and he rolled his eyes when he saw an eye try to disappear before it was seen, he giggled. "C'mon, get over you liar." He heard a sigh of relief and then footsteps hurrying over then he turned to give D a cocky grin, he sneered back as mal unlocked the door. His mother burst in, with mal in the room with her, she was able to see the two figures perfectly clear, bue and D holding mike who was unconscious. "So just how are you going to fall asleep, you just go to bed and time will waste away, I wouldn't risk another smack to the head with a pan unless you feel like another trip to the hospital due to cracked skull." He said this while tapping his own head, his mother wasn't too surprised but was still very worried but then saw bue with red eyes, "BUE?! WHAT'D HE DO TO YOU?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR EYES?!" She cared for bue like a daughter, svetlana was hardly around. Bue put her arm around D's shoulder but then looked to him with a slight confused look, "who's that?" This struck her heart like a spear, mal looked at her with a worried gaze and was about to pat her back until he heard D chuckle, "WOW! I honestly didn't think you'd gone THAT soft! Sounds like you need a little bit of home right now!" D continued to chuckle and shook mike at the same time, "YOU LET MY BABY GO RIGHT NOW!" Bue picked him up, taunted them by putting his face closer to the mirror, then slammed it to the wall. "NOOOO! YOU LITTLE-" Mal put his arm in front of her lower chest to stop from trying and failing at strangling bue, "look." He told her, his mother was reluctant and could only keep her eyes on her hurt child until mal told her otherwise, "look at her hair" mal pointed toward the other side of her long hair, where her flap was opposite and she saw a rose, it glowed for a small second but she'd gotten rather good at noticing special details. "See…, she's being controlled." She looked back at mal then again at bue, the mirror for some strange reason was on the ground so they were on their knees, D moved his arm up and so did the mirror, the two got up. Bue kept her arm around his shoulder then put her other hand on his chest, "It's NOT his stupid hypnosis, s'not the rose eitha'!" She had given him a small insult that only bue would say. "It's amazing what flattery, true manners, and the correct romantic mood can do when done right!" She gave him a little peck on the cheek, mal turned away in disgust, his mother, surprised. "She's more beautiful than ANY rose I could imagine.." bue blushed as D held out his hand and a rose appeared, bue let go and picked up mike by the collar of his shirt and brought him close to the mirror, "If mal comes back to the darkness, we'll throw mike through the mirror into mal's room, he'll take over an' then we can all get 'long peacefully...how's tha' soun'?" Mal looked up at his mother, she looked back at him, she didn't want to say it out loud in concern for mal's feelings but her face was able to express the message clearly in big bold letters: Please...for my son...please go… It seemed to be her exact words only told in silence. Mal looked down and gripped the counter tightly, tears were coming so close, he'd do anything for mike and he owed a huge debt even bigger, to his mother, not only that, but he was BORN from the darkness, this was inevitable. Just like that, it looked as though something small shot through his upper chest...just missing his heart, that was exciting enough to make him faint. His mother caught him and just before his eyes close, "...you won't have to worry anymore and mike'll be happier when i'm gone….bye…" and like that his eyes closed, she felt awful for making him leave when they were just beginning to get along willingly...without any strings. She heard laughing and picked up her son like a cradle with the "Imma kill you" in her eyes, nothing but burning hate when she looked back into the mirror and saw the two laughing. "Now give me back my son!" Bue began leaning on D like he was some light pole, tapping her chin, she knew how angry she was and was having fun toying around with it. Her rose got bigger and glowed brighter, she started to pity her. Bue...I know you can hear me….give me my son… Bue looked at D, she had forgotten that they both had the same power. D turned his attention toward mike who was simply sleeping calmly against the wall in their hallway then, mal appeared. He was next to mike then got up, "why haven't you guys thrown him out yet?! I came back!" He was talking to bue who then looked back at D, "whaddaya thin'?" He was about to answer, "I'm not asking D...bue…, listen you're under D's influence!" "What D says..goes…" mal was completely stunned, he managed to catch himself then the flower glowed, and mal sneered. He ripped the rose from her hair, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it, in an attempt to break D's spell. She just got angry and slapped him hard, her eyes remained red even without the flower. Mal got up and he was just frustrated, he threw a punch but bue grabbed his arm and bent it back then SHE punched HIM, he got her back in the gut, and she gave him an uppercut. D was almost always happy whenever bue got angry but then...his eyes glowed red, it was like some strange heat came off him, the two paused, bue couldn't look at D so her gaze remained on mal and she was horrified, especially when she heard footsteps. She shot off of mal, grabbed mike by his collar, threw him into the mirror their mother was looking through and then the mirror became just a reflection of her face,she remembered seeing bue's horrified expression just before the mirror changed and her son started to wake up. She hugged him in such relief that she finally had her child returned safely.
D's kinda like the 'slade' of the series, anyone who watches Teen Titans will get it...And guess who's gonna make a comeback next chapter...