Mike woke up to his mom shaking him, surprisingly, he wasn't crying on the outside. The feelings that he has in his mind usually show on the outside. So his mom wasn't feeling paranoid of what her son may have dreamed about just that she and her son would be rid of her husband once and for all. The two got out of the car, got valet parking after she grabbed all the papers, and walked into the building without any hastle. They were going to meet up with their lawyer by the court doors. Mike just followed his mom while all he saw were people in their business suits and they all looked rather fancy according to him. Right by the doors there was a woman in a gray wool, striped suit, long pants and clunky shoes, her hair was light brown, straight, and cut short, just above the shoulders, small glasses and was holding a few large folders similar to the ones his mother was holding as they began discussing how their case would go. Inside that courtroom is….dad….I wonder if he's changed at all. Mike thought with uncertainty then his mom took back hold of his hand and the two women pushed open the large doors. All around them were friends, family members, and friends of friends that mike hadn't met. The jury obviously wasn't exactly thrilled to be here, most were twiddling with their thumbs, others yawned and were holding their heads in their fists as they all sighed with boredom. Clearly not a single volunteer but all forced with jury duty, the women looked rather timid, whereas the men just groaned. The courtroom was gigantic, the ceiling was very intricately detailed with some kind of art style he'd never heard of, large windows that were like columns which perimetered the front and around the front of the room and behind the bench where the judge sat at. A man who looked to be in his 50's or so, combover, clean shave and glasses. When mike, his mom, and their lawyer made it to the front there were two tables, right and left, they walked toward left. It was only when they sat down that mike looked around him and finally noticed a back door opening with someone walking out. Almost all of his arms and legs had gauze of blood stains were visible, bruises on his face, a few bumps on his head, he was limping. Mike was a little shocked but immediately recognized him, dad…. His mother got a little paranoid and uneasy about her son seeing his father again, especially in this state, she assumed that he had a bit of a rough time in prison and started to pity him.
"you already know what's coming...I'm going to get the divorce papers soon and the custody papers as well, only when I allow it, will I let you see mike again." "YOU BITCH! you can't keep me away from my only son!" "This is EXACTLY why I don't want you around mike, your patience is too thin!" "When I'M around my son, I'm perfectly calm, HE'S MY CHILD TOO!" "YOU NEVER CARED FOR HIM AS A SON, JUST A PUNCHING BAG, WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK!" "YOU SHUT THE HELL UP, I CARE ABOUT MY SON JUST AS MUCH AS YOU...IF NOT, MORE!"
When that memory of their visit returned, she looked away and cursed under her breath for feeling bad for such a brute. The nervous woman looked over again as one quick glance, this time her husband had seen her and he grinned cockily. Mike's mom just gave him a dirty glare in return then leaned over to her lawyer to ask about the restraining order
~In the darkness~
"Please D, just real quick, I promise!" "No!" "Oh c'mon, they're in court right now!" Mal begged. Bue was still sleeping on the big bed, snoring and drooling. "Myeh...I'll tackle 'ya, son o' a bitch…." She rolled over, her face now in the pillow. "Mlurflen flulirg kilshifng"... The two boys chose to ignore her until she snapped her fingers and now both D and mal had frogs on their heads. The two of them shared the same annoyed face but mal got over it first. "Ok, c'mon, I'll decide wether he's guilty or not….or what if I stayed here then when the judge is about to ask our final consent, THEN I take control and I'll give my say. Then I quickly come right back here, whaddaya think?" "THE COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!" Mal had brought up a mirror to see what was going on outside. "I'll never leave again D". D sighed, "it can really bite being such a nice guy…, fine!" He put his hand to the wall beside him and summoned a mirror that lead to mal's old room. "But you have to come back!" Mal nodded with a smile and hopped right through. The next second, mal found himself in the same position mike was in, slouching on a big uncomfortable wooden chair. To his left, their lawyer and to the lawyer's left, his mother, to his far right about 10 feet was his father's lawyer, farther to HIS right was his badly beaten father, mal smirked at the blood stains through the gauze. Serves him right! Mal thought. The entire session took almost all day, his butt was beginning to go numb from sitting so long. Then once his mom was finished talking nonstop about the trauma they both went through…. "I call up Michael to the stand!" His father's lawyer announced, this shocked mal out of his daze of boredom and got excited that he finally had a say. "I object, your honor, he's only 8!" The judge understood her plea and was about to overrule the other lawyer until mal just got out of his seat and went up to the stand ever so nonchalantly. His hair flap had yet to go down so his father still assumed that it was his real son who'd protest and he sighed in relief. His mother was worried for him thinking about all he'd been through in the past few weeks. He was at the stand for so long he began to yawn repeatedly, it was almost 5 but they'd been there since 7. "Final question…-" Mal's head peaked up, "-What kind of solid proof is there of the 'so-called abuse, I'd like to hear this from the child." Mal smirked when he looked over at his father, he saw it and quickly recognized that it wasn't mike. "Well for one thing, you may not have noticed so far but I have MPD, MPD is caused by severe and repetitive trauma." He rolled up his sleeve to reveal his long scar. "Can you show us one of your personalities?" Mal pretended to gasp like he always does when he changes to another one of his personas. So he began speaking in his normal low and dark tone, let his hair flap come down, showed his dark under-eye circles. His father grew frightened and his mother gasped, "why hello, pleased to make your acquaintance, I am mal and I'm his...kind personality." He lied, mike's father glared at the obvious bluff when he remembered the stab wound. "You don't look awfully kind to me!" Mal sighed, it was a tad difficult coming up with another excuse. DAMN! What do I have as back up, hadn't thought of a plan B so much….
In the darkness, bue had just woken up, feeling groggily, walked up to D to see what he was looking at. With her blurry vision it looked like some weird projector as she rubbed her eyes. Once it became more clear she was standing next to D, they both heard his thoughts. I could pretend to be bue! Bue's jaw dropped then she got mad, before she could jump through the mirror D stopped her. "LEMME GO! HE CAN'T IMITATE ME!" She argued, "Hold on, I wanna see how he'll do it, I bet it'll be hilarious!" D grinned cockily while bue huffed like some enraged bull.
"So...name's bue, pleasure to meet 'ya. I'm the feminist o' the min',...but..get on ma' nerves an' 'ya won' like me anymo'...". He imitated her feminine body language, while she is a tomboy, a girl is still a girl and they got their own body language, for bue, it was a lot of pride…. Which at the moment was being struck hard like a bomb.
D chuckled at first until it became full on maniacal. Bue wasn't happy, she jumped through the mirror. On the outside, mal's gasp was a lot more convincing and everyone was believing him a little bit more. Bue was in control now, she put her feet up, leaned back on the chair then looked to everybody and gave a cocky grin. Her face became bored since the pause was so long then blew up her hair flap. "'Sup, name's bue! One o' mike's female personalities, an' yeah I'll 'mit, I am indeed the feminist an' the violent one. An'...do us all a fava' and...stay on ma' good side." She blew her hair flap up and crossed her arms meanwhile everyone in the court remains silent and dumbfounded at the female voice, even the judge was speechless, so bue decided to continue talking on her own already knowing the situation. "So...this bastard o' a fatha' here claims innocent, yes?...Right well...he shoulda' jus' claimed guilty like the slimy tricky an' cocky toad tha' he is. Lon' story short, this ass who calls himself a fatha' has been abusin' mike's mom AN' this here body tha' several otha' minds take up! I speak on behalf of mal, mike and all the otha' personas when I say this man is mos' definitely...GUILTY ON ALL CHARGES!" Mike's father gasped, same as his/her mother. Neither of the lawyers could compete with such straight forward and clear evidence. Bue just calmly examined her nails with a bored face and blew her hair up again. "Well?! What's yer answer?" There was silence until the jury finally made his decision…, "WE FIND THE PLAINTIFF...GUILTY ON ALL CHARGES!" Mike's father just glared. "Penalty, 50 years in prison and 3 years of community service!" The judge hit his mallet on the desk making his decision final. Mike's dad looked simply heartbroken and shook with fear of his cellmate as the police escorted him out of the room but not before he scared his wife with a sadistic grin. Bue gasped and turned into mike again, when she had the big spasm that came with it everyone turned toward her direction and saw mike sweating and holding his head feeling dizzy. His mom ran up to help him walk, "I'm leaving the papers with you, I'm not gonna visit him again just to get insulted, I already signed my part so get him to sign his." "B-but…-". They just walked off ignoring her. Neither said a word the entire car ride home, his mother nervous that mal had made an actual appearance, same as bue. She wanted to ask him about it but decided not to since it looked slightly under control. They both went to bed the minute they got home, each slept soundfully.
~Mike's mind~
Mal was sitting in his room beside the mirror portal as he looked at the doorless wall. Little did he know that D was right in front of the portal, where he was standing only facing opposite ways. D got annoyed at his hesitation so he just hopped through the mirror,...big mistake. The lights were on, mal saw D come out of the mirror when he turned around then saw him scram behind the mirror and he curled into a ball, holding his head for protection. "D?" Mal asked worriedly, this surprised himself considering how much they don't get along. Bue popped into the room and her eyes were immediately drawn toward D, his eyes tightly shut and tearing up. She looked around the room knowing something must've set his reaction off, then it came to her, she turned off the lamp so the room was very dim. D's eyes shot open as he looked around confused, mal ran over to behind the mirror to help him up, bue came quickly after as they lifted him up and brought him back into the darkness. They set him down on the ground where he slowly got up, he recognized where he was fast considering how comfortable it felt then noticed the second portal open and tried to close it for reassurance that his companions would stay but his arm became limp and he almost passed out. "What's goin' on D?" "What happened to you?" Bue and mal asked in concern, when D fully passed out, bue checked his pulse, it was still going, she put her hand close to his mouth and he was breathing normally. "C'mon, let's get 'im back to the room." Mal nodded and they both lifted him up and began toward the hall that lead to their room.
When they got in and set D on the bed….he turned his head a little so he could see the door then, locked it.
OK so, this is the last chapter BUT there shall be a sequel! And sorry if it's too long I just kinda wanted to finish it faster so this was the result. K so, happy reading and someone PLEASE check out my other story, A Peculiar Wight, only ONE review people ONE for 7 chapters!