I sit on a chair in an airplane next to Stephen and Alistair. I have two duffle bags and the clothes on my back. Stephen had to break my phone incase the cops could trace it back to me. We're on our way to...umm...well I'm not really sure and I doubt neither of them are either. I lay down and listen to Stephen's mp3 player. He has all these wierd bands on here. Like Hollywood Undead, Escape The Fate, Avenged Sevenfold, and all this other wierd shit on here. I mean it's not what I'm use to, but it's okay. I guess I could get use to it. I'm listening to this song called "No. 5" by Hollywood Undead. It's pretty okay. I start humming to it and Stephen stares at me funny. I glare at him then turn my attention to the window. I wonder where we're even going. I feel my eyelids grow heavy. I yawn and feel myself falling asleep..
~Around Four Hours Later~
"Mika! Get up! Get up!" Alistiar shouts at me
I open my eyes and see that everyone's getting up. We must have landed. I get up and Stephen hands me my lugage. We get off the plane and the hot sticky breeze hits my face. "Where the fuck are we?" I ask them
"Dallas." Alistair tells me
"As in Texas?!" I shout at him
"That's the one." Stephen tells me
I groan in annoyance and walk off of the runway. I wait for Stephen and Alistair to get their suitcases. I see a cute little blonde checking me out. I wink at her then feel someone drag me away by the hood of my jacket. "The fuck?" I hiss as I try not falling on my ass
"You're not here to get laid Mika." Stephen tells me annoyed
"I'm not?"
"No!"
"Well what the hell?"
"God you're so stupid." He drags me to a cab and we get in.
"Where's Alistair?" I ask him
"He's....working.."
"Working? He has a job here?"
"...sorta. Just shut up."
I roll my eyes and do as he says. I don't even know why I'm here. I hate him. I should kill him. I should. Hmm. I should become, like his worst nightmare. I smirk as I begin to plan out what to do.
~Days Later~
I decided to...change up my look a bit. More black, I got snake bites, I started doing the whole "scene hair". I even have dark green streeks running through my hair. I sit in the shitty motel room with a bottle of whiskey in my hand. I start chugging it as Stephen comes in. "What the hell are you doing?" He asks me furiously
"I needed an outlet." I tell him then nod my head since I apparently agree with myself
"Mika you idiot!" He snatches the bottle out of my hand and that does it. I snap. I shove him to the wall and my hands wring his pathetic little neck. "You don't want to do this Mika." He assures me
Funny. I can hear the fear seeping in his voice. I smirk at that. "I don't? Are you sure about that? I mean I am a monster Stephen. And you are the one who turned me into to this. I bet if I tried...I'd be strong enough to kill oh, lets say a werewolf.....how 'bout for an example we use you?"
"An example huh?"
"Yeah, but that's it of course."
"Oh, of course."
I nod my head as I tighten my grip on his throat. He gags. "I'd just choke you til you turned blue. Then I'd burn your body. And with the ashes....well I'd flush them down the toilet." I explain to him
"What about my father? What would you do to him?" He asks me
"Nothing. He didn't do any of this."
He tries laughing at that, but because I keep tightening my grip it makes him choke then he starts coughing. "You think my dad's so innocent don't you?" He asks me curiously
"I never said that." I defend myself
"You think I'm the one who choose you? Psh. Wrong man Mika."
I start choking him. He struggles underneath me at first, but soon he just goes limp. "Mika!" I hear Alistair shout my name
His voice booms off the walls of our crappy motel room. I turn to look at him, but I never loosen my grip. "Let go of my son." Alistair orders me with his terrifying voice
"Why should I?" I ask him "I'm a monster remember? This is what monsters do. They kill people. Might as well start with the person who created the monster in the first place right?"
"Just-Just release him. I know you're mad, but-"
"But what? There's nothing we can do now! You two have ruined everything!" At that moment he lunges at me and we go crashing into the motel wall. We even go through it and land in the next room.
"You do as I say!" Alistair growls at me
"Probably didn't look into my records when you choose to turn me did ya? I don't follow orders well." I tell him with a smirk on my face.
I get up and pull him up by his shirt. I throw him across the room and he lands on the TV. He growls. I watch for a second as the blood begins to trickle onto the carpet. I walk to the now adjoining room and grab my whiskey and my stuff. I start pooring the bottle out and onto the floor. I make a trail that follows to the next room where Alistair is. I grab my lighter and start a fire. I run out as fast as I can and as far as I can. I look back to see the two rooms blow up in flames. I chuckle all the way to a bus stop. I get on and put in my earphones as Escape the Fate's song This War Is Ours begins to play. "This war is ours!" I sing quietly to myself as the bus starts and drives off
