The Gothic Ballerina Part 4 (standard:science fiction, 1434 words) [4/8] show all parts
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: Jun 17 2005	Views/Reads: 2493/1742	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Echo and Mikey strike out to find his sister.

When she awoke, Mikey was already awake, laying on the couch, watching
her.  Instantly she was flustered and growled, “What are you looking 
at?  Just because I'm helping you does not mean you can stare at me.” 

“Do you know that you have a really bad time sleeping?  You toss and
turn and mumble.  Still pretending that you're just doing it cause 
they're bad guys?” he inquired and she glared at him so hard it made 
her head hurt. 

“Shut up, you don't know anything.  Now if you don't mind, I need to get
dressed,” she hissed and climbed out of her bed, feeling his eyes upon 
her.  Irked, she was thankful she had chosen to sleep in a big t-shirt 
and boxers, nothing revealing. 

“Don't mind at all, do you need help?” he inquired, playing innocently,
just pushing her buttons even further.  Angrily she spun on him but 
couldn't think of any sharp retort.  Frustrated even further, she 
grabbed a pair of black skater pants, a spaghetti strap shirt, and 
netting to throw over her top.  His laughter followed her into the 
bathroom where she changed, feeling very put out. 

When she walked out, she had regained control of herself and was able to
command coolly,  “We should get going.  There's a Hyena's dealer a 
little ways from here, we can get him to tell us where the head man's 
house is.” 

“If you know he's a Hyena... why is he still alive?” Mikey wanted to
know, she looked at him and shook her head.  How had she got saddled 
with him?  Why was she doing this?  It wasn't like she had no other 
choice, but she knew why.  It hurt to lose those the you loved to 
corruption, perhaps his sister was still salvageable. 

“I haven't killed him because he hasn't killed anybody.  I don't just
outright kill everyone.  Yeah, his drugs are bad but if I undertook 
every drug dealer, murderer, and every scum sucker out there.  Let's 
just say, I'd never be sleeping I'd be doing so much killing.  Plus, 
he's a good source of information when I need it.  He's a bad guy...but 
he's scared of me.  Any more questions that you said you wouldn't ask?” 
she threw at him as she retrieved her sword and pulled on her trench 
coat.  He threw his arms up helplessly, warding off any further attacks 
from her.  Once again, it flustered her and made her wish that he 
hadn't shown up at her place. 

Once they were outside, the lights casting their warm though somehow,
unpleasant, glow.  For some reason, tonight she was twitchy, feeling as 
if her skin were crawling.  It all had to be Mikey's fault, somehow. 

“So, how many people do you think you've killed?” he wanted to know and
she spun on him, her eyes wide with surprise and anger. 

“What is your deal?  How hard it is not to ask questions?” she blurted,
just barely nicking the urge to stamp her foot in protest. 

“Sorry, I can't help it. I'm an inquisitive person plus, you're too
quiet.  If you talked, I wouldn't have to ask anything,” he explained, 
smiling at her coyly, displaying perfect teeth. 

“If I talked, I wouldn't be able to listen to see if someone were going
to attack us.  I can't hear anything over you.  Why I agreed to do this 
is beyond me.  You're a pain in the rear, now shut up, and QUIT ASKING 
QUESTIONS!” she stuffed her pockets in her hands to avoid doing 
anything bad with them.  When she turned around, she could practically 
feel Mikey laughing at her and it ticked her off, but she resisted the 
need to see if he was.  It would only be encouraging him if she did. 

Just when they were in sight of her informant's little hole, he spoke
again, “You're such an angry person.  What made you so angry and why 
are you taking it out on me?  I didn't do anything to deserve it.” 

Growling low in her throat, she turned to him again, “This is not the
time or the place.  So just stop.  See that doorway over there, the one 
with the boarded up window next to it?”  Mikey nodded so she continued, 
“He's in there.  So stop fooling around.  This is not the time to see 
how riled you can get me.”  Once more he nodded and followed her, she 
pounded on the door and heard scurrying from inside.  Sounded as if 


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