Gone

Something Is Wrong With Mike

*Tré POV*

I had just went to bed, going to my room and turning the lights off, finally actually going to bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

Just as I was about to drift into sleep, I heard a noise from Mike's room. Several, actually. I listened for a while before deciding that he could need help. I got out of bed groggily and stumbled across the hall, pushing his door open.

"Mike?" I asked. He was in bed, but he couldn't stay still. "Mike?" I tried again. He didn't look right. I shook him and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Mike, buddy are you okay?" I said, watching him blink to get used to the light I had now turned on.

"Huh?" He replied.

"You don't look so good," I remarked. I lay the back of my hand against his forehead. "You're really warm." I said.

"I'm cold," He replied, his voice almost a whisper.

"I think you're sick, buddy. Lay down, I'll go look up what to do." I said.

"No.. I can't be sick, we need to find Beej," Mike whimpered.

"No. You need to get better, then we'll find Beej." I said firmly.

"But I'm fine, look.." Mike said, siting on the edge of his bed. He stood up and looked at me. "See?" He said. Suddenly he lost his balance and I had to support him.

"Mike, lie down. Now." I said. He got into bed and I did what some online doctor suggested and put a cold flannel on his head. He fell asleep so I left him to sleep and went to bed myself.

When I woke up I went to check on Mike. He was still asleep so I left him and went downstairs, getting food. My phone went off.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Tré? You're going to want to see this..." Alex said. I hung up and went upstairs, shaking Mike awake.

"Mike, I'm going down to the police station, they want to show me something," I said. He sat up.

"Then I'm coming too." Mike got up and got dressed. I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me. "I don't care what you say. It involves Billie, I'm going." Mike handed me his keys and walked past me.

"Mike!" I said, and he stopped, turning to face me.

"I said I'm going Tré." He snapped.

"I know. At least put this on?" I asked, handing him one of my hoodies. It was too big for me, so it would be huge on him.

"Okay." He said. I handed him it and he put it on, and we went to the car.

When we got to the police station, Mike was the first to get up and go in.

Alex had the laptop. Mike ran over but Alex slowed him down.

"This might be a little bit disturbing." He warned. I walked over to Mike and we watched. Billie was sitting alone, head on his knees. The guy came in with a knife. I heard Mike's breathing quicken. The man walked over to a still unaware Billie, with the knife.

I wanted to scream 'Look out!' But it wouldn't do anything. The man took Billie's arm, and began actually scraping at his tattoos!

"What the fuck is he DOING?!" Mike shouted. I watched in horror as Billie woke up and started screaming.

"Stop! What are you doing?! Ow! Get the fuck off me!" Billie was screaming, his voice hoarse. I couldn't even imagine how much that hurt. And there was blood every where. Billie obviously couldn't take it anymore, as he passed out. The man stopped and walked off.

"I'm gonna throw up," Mike managed before running out of the room.

"Sorry, we wouldn't have shown him if we knew he couldn't take it." Alex said.

"Nah, it's not that. He was feeling ill last night, I'm guessing that didn't help." I said. "Can you put the live camera on now?" I asked. Alex did and I watched Billie. He was still asleep, the blood now dried.

"Okay. Thanks." I went to the bathroom to check on Mike. I knocked on the door.

"Mikey? You okay in there?" I asked. There was no response. "Mikey?" I asked again. I looked under the only looked stall. He was sitting against the wall next to the toilet. "Mike, open the door for me." I said. To my surprise he did, and I helped him up.

"Let's get you home." I said.