I Dream Of Death

Sarah nodded.
It had been a month now and they hadn't seen Mike or Daffy until now. Sarah was cooking and Daffy was sitting at the table with Mike on the other side, his head down.

Alex sat in Lane's lap on the bed. His eyes were bloodshot. They always were.

Sarah came into the room.
"You guys want to eat?
She looked back to Daffy and Mike after hearing what Daffy was hinting at.
"He is not fat! She snapped and Daffy laughed, Mike whimpered in misery...he wasn't eating, hadn't eaten in a week and half.

Alex cringed. Why did they have to do this?
Alex squeezed Lane's hand nervously before nodding at Sarah and walking out to the table.

Daffy scooted over beside Mike to give them room. Mikes face was bruised and beaten, on eye swollen shut, his lip had a nasty split on it, and his clothes hung off his lithe form as he had lost alot of weight since Daffy had been talking about how fat he was.

Sarah put the food out on the table, Mike was the only one who didnt get ready to eat.

Alex almost burst into tears at how awful Mike looked.
He dug his nails into Lane's thigh under the table. He looked over at him worriedly.

Lane shook his head and took Alex's hand.
"Mike, arent you going to eat?" He asked.

Mike didn't even look up, his heart ached, as did the scar Alex had left there.
"N-No, I d-dont need t-to im getting o-over weight a-as it is...." His words quivered as his eyes darted to Daffy nervously.

Alex frowned.
"You're not..." He said quietly.

Daffy shrugged. "Yeah you are Mizanin." Mike swatted Mike's almost nonexistent belly. Mike shook with tears as he looked anywhere but at Daffy or Alex.

"Just skin and bone..." Alex murmured softly.

"Come on now Alex, that's where he is wanting to be." Daffy laughed cruelly. "Aint that right fatso?"
Mike gave a small nod in response.

"Stop being an asshole Dustin." Alex rolled his eyes.

Daffly laughed, "Like you care McCormick."
He wrapped an arm around Mike's weak shoulders.

Alex frowned.
God, he fucking hated Dustin McDaniels.

"D-Dustin....Your h-hurting me..." Mike stuttered.

Daffy rolled his eyes before adding more weight to the weakened shoulders.

Alex growled under his breath.
"Fucking asshole..." He muttered.

"What was that?"
His arm squeezed Mike's neck, the poor man bringing his hands up to grab at the arm while he gasped and wheezed.

"I said, 'FUCKING ASSHOLE.' You have hearing problems I'm not aware of?" Alex raised a brow.

Daffy gave a chuckle and in a swift movement he broke Mike's arm, took it and made a perfect break, snapping his for arm. Mike cried out and jerked away, Daffy kicked him out of his chair and onto the ground.
Sarah fucking went off.
She popped him upside the head, still swinging her fist.
"You mother fucker! Leave him the hell alone!"

Alex stood and pushed him hard in the chest, knocking him flat on his ass. He threw a hard right hook and calmly sat back in his seat as if the entire thing hadn't just happened.

Daffy gave a manic giggle.
"Alex, are you still trying to scare me, bother me in some way? When are you going to get that when you hit me, dont bother me but Mike WILL pay for it.

Alex let out a shaky, angry breath.
"When did you turn into such a sick bastard?"

"I blame you for this, I was fine but you took him away, I couldn't even be his friend. And then you fucking left him, dropped him like a bad habit." Daffy laughed. "Now I can have him for what I want and since you hurt him so fucking much why cant I?

"I didn't mean to hurt him. I tried to fix it. You are purposely hurting him."

"Yeah, you tried so hard."
Daffy did his imitation.
"Lane, Oh Lane fuck me please"
He snorted.
"Im Mikes bed."