Dropping in

Who: Micky
Where: In his head, still
When: After snip
OOC - To follow: Graphic violence. Be warned.
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From a few yards away, Micky watched the memory of himself walking up the loading ramp and into Jeds ship. The ship took off from the roof of the bank and tore away into space as the surroundings faded. When he looked around he saw that he was outside the house of his girlfriend from his teenage years.
"Oh no." Micky whispered to himself. "I don't want to see this."
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Sam didn't know Micky was coming home this weekend. He was going to make it a surprise. Three months away with Jed meant that he had a huge wad of cash in his pocket and the only thing on his mind was the love of his life.
But the love of his life had other plans.
Micky pulled up outside her house in his new car, a classic (stolen, as he was still only 15) Ford Focus ST in lime green. The handling was piss poor, with an underpowered engine, but Micky had always been a fan of the old fashioned vehicles. He climbed out through the open window, never bothering with the doors and dashed up the driveway holding the gift he had got (stolen, again) from one of the various planets Jed had plundered through the months. It was a foot high bronze statue of a man and woman holding each other close, very heavy unfortunately.
He never did bother knocking. Sam's parents told him to let himself in whenever he came over and seeing no cars on the driveway, Micky assumed they were out.
"Honey! I'm home!" Micky called out Flintstones style. There was no answer. After a quick look round downstairs, he went up to her room. He heard moaning sounds from inside the door as he got near. Slowing almost to a stop, he felt the ever increasing rage building up inside him again.
Micky pushed the door open slightly to see her there, legs wrapped round his best friend, moaning loudly with pleasure. He stood watching for what felt like forever, rage burning inside him like the fires of hell. The image of his best friend and the love of his life turning his mind into what felt like molten rock, slowly making its way around his body. When he had seen enough he kicked the door fully open so hard that it smashed off its hinges and bounced into the room. Jason, his best friend barely had time to turn around and see Micky swing the bronze statue across his face, shattering his jaw and nose and destroying his eye socket all with one bone crunching motion that sprayed the wall, bed and Sams face and naked body with blood and what looked like an eye ball.
Micky dropped the statue on the floor where it landed with a loud clunk, while a growing puddle of blood formed around Jasons face.
"That was for you." He sneered at her. "This is for me." He grabbed her by the hair, dragging her screaming from the blood splattered bed and out the bedroom door. Without saying another word or even considering anything else, he flung her from the top of the stairs with all his force, watching as she tumbled and rolled to the bottom. He watched her head hit the floor at the bottom and heard a loud snap as her neck broke, making her body to go limp and lifeless. He stood and stared emotionless at her open eyes. An expression of horror still on her face.
Micky felt no remorse as he turned to go back into the bedroom. He bent over to pick up the bronze statue and picked up his best friend by the hair. Jason was still alive, barely, but not conscious.
"Lucky you." Micky told him calmly as he jammed the statue head first into his neck with such force that it impaled him on the plasterboard wall Micky had him ap against. He heard the gurgling of blood and air trying to escape his best friends torn and jammed airway.
"Hope she was worth it." He told the dying, twitching guy nailed to the wall. With a pat of Jasons shoulder and dissapointed smile, Micky turned and walked out, stepping carefully through the blood so as not to stain his shoes, but treading carelessly on his now dead girlfriend as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
Back outside in the car, Micky looked down at the hands he had just cleaned in the kitchen sink. The last thing he needed was blood all over his new (stolen) car. The wad of money in his back pocket urged him to go and spend like mad. He had nothing better to do now and still eight hours before Jed wanted to leave again. He turned the screwdriver in the ignition and tore off down the road away from the peaceful looking house with the grousome scene waiting for Samantha's parents inside.
Over the road from the house stood Micky, a cold hard look on his face.
"Bitch deserved it." He said with hate as his surroundings faded. Looking around, he realised he was stood at the top of the radio tower again. He looked over the edge into the portal and saw that he was still in the medi-bay, only it was a different room, the long stay ward he presumed.
He knew that if he went back, he would take his memories with him. He knew that everyone else on board would hate who he really was. But he wasn't going to carry on living a lie.
"I am who I am." He said to himself as he let himself fall forwards, relishing the rush of air before he hit the portal.
With a huge, cold intake of breath, Micky sat up. The white lights of the ward burning his retinas. His head went dizzy from being out cold for so long.
"Rustle! Rustle rustle!" Said the pink tree.
"I can't understand you, tree." Micky said as he pulled off the sticky sensor pads attached to his head and chest. His legs ached when he stood on them. There was a thumping pain at the front of his head, almost unbearable. So he pulled open a small medicine cupboard and looked around. He found what he wanted and gulped the pills down with some water. The pain relief was almost instant.
The doors to the medi-bay hissed open as Micky walked out rubbing his aching head, wondering where everyone was. Not knowing that most of the crew were now only three inches tall.
<He'll be with you soon people! Andy Longma, if you could get hold of me asap please. Micky's got a bit of a grudge to settle with a 3inch tall captain that wanted to switch him off!>