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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Brad snapped his eyes open and gasped. He lay there for a fair while, staring into the blackness, until he managed to gather his wits enough to turn over and check that Nicola was still asleep.
She was, sleeping like a rock as usual.
The guitarist tousled his sweat slicked hair and got out of bed, his heart was still thudding against his rib cage and he could still feel his hands shaking.
Mike’s voice was still ringing is his ears and the sound of that tortured voice made Brad’s gut twist in knots; he just had this gut feeling that something was horribly wrong.
Brad walked to the den and slumped on the couch, staring unseeingly at the blank T.V. screen.
After a while, Brad snapped back to his senses and lifted the phone off its hook, dialing in the number so familiar to him now he didn’t even have to look at the number pad.
The phone rang for ages, and there was no answer.
“Hey, you’ve reached Mike Shinoda, I’m not here at the moment, so leave a message or I’ll add you to my hit list.” The answering machine beeped.
“Hey Mike... It’s Brad and it’s like, three in the morning... I just rang up to see if you’re okay. I guess I’ll catch you later.” Brad mumbled.
He sighed deeply and rang up another not so familiar number.
“Hello? Speak to me.” Phoenix’s voice was crackly, sleepy.
“It’s me, Brad.” Brad mumbled wearily.
“Brad? What the hell are you doing up?” Phoenix sounded at once alert.
“Couldn’t sleep. What are you doing up? Or did I wake you?”
“Nah, I’ve been up for a bit too. Had a seriously fucked up dream.”
“Heh, no kidding. Me too.” Brad sighed and shifted his position on the couch. “Look, have you seen anything of Mike lately? I haven’t seen him around.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Nope. Not a thing. The last time I saw him was a week ago. He went shopping.” Phoenix replied.
“Do you think he’s okay...?” Brad trailed off.
Silence again.
“He should be. Don’t worry yourself Brad, he’ll be fine. Maybe we could... Go and see him tomorrow or something to check he’s okay if something’s really bugging you.” Phoenix suggested.
“Yeah. I’ll do that. Night Phi.” Brad hung up.
Brad slumped and sighed.

~*~*~

Rob awoke - heaving, whimpering in terror.
He slumped back into the pillows, running his fingers through his sweaty hair.
“What a friggin dream.” He mumbled to himself.
The drummer touched his hands to his belly and calmed down at once, despite the cries of a phantom emcee, Rob fell back to sleep, only to dream again, this time of a humanoid monster.

~*~*~

Joe screamed and fell out of bed, standing up, his eyes frantically darting around, mapping out the room around him.
What the hell was that dream about?!
He blinked and climbed back into bed, attempting to go back to sleep, but in the end he gave up, he stood up and paused, unsure of what to do.
The DJ hugged his sticky shirt and walked to the bathroom, having a shower and then getting dressed.
Mike’s voice was in his head, screaming, constantly screaming - Joe knew he wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep with a bodiless voice pleading for help, so he figured he might as well get out and check that the weird feeling in his gut was wrong.
Mike’s house was only a few blocks away and Joe could easily jog that distance.
So he set off, trotting along easily in the lamp lit streets.
It was still dark out since it had been about two thirty when he left.
The DJ reached Mike’s suburban house and rapped on the door, waiting for who knows what.
There was no reply.
“Hang on, what the hell am I doing?” Joe muttered to himself.
Shaking his head at his own stupidity, he took the key to the front door out of the hanging pot plant and unlocked the door, opening it and peering inside.
“Mike?” He called.
The guy’s gonna be asleep you fucktard. Why don’t you just wake up the whole neighborhood instead?
Joe grumbled at himself and walked forwards - promptly tripping and landing with an audible ‘oomph!’ on the ground.
What the fuck - oh... That. Hasn’t he fixed that yet?
Joe scrambled back to his feet, dusting himself off.
There was a meow, and the DJ turned around then looked down.
There was a cat, sitting there; it’s green eyes reflecting the street’s light eerily as it studied Joe.
“I didn’t know Mike had a cat. I thought he liked dogs.” Joe muttered.
He leant down and held out his hand, letting the cat smell him; the cat purred and stroked itself against his legs.
It was a dark tabby, and it certainly was friendly.
“You know how Mike’s doing?” Joe asked, patting the cat gently and standing up.
The cat meowed again and slinked down the hall and around a corner; Joe followed, and found himself in Mike’s room.
“Mike?” Joe whispered. “Psst - Mike!”
He walked tentatively closer to the bed, barely aware that the cat was sitting on the dresser, watching him.
“Mike...?” Joe pulled back the blankets of the bed - and found it empty.
The cat meowed again.
“Where is he?” Joe asked to no one in particular.
The cat meowed louder, impatiently.
“What? Didn’t Mike feed you or something?” Joe looked at the cat.
The tabby jumped off the dresser and walked to the door, and stopped looking at Joe, waiting.
Again it meowed.
Joe stepped towards it, and the cat slunk off, then stopped again, meowing, while it waited for Joe to catch up.
Is it trying to get me to follow it? Joe wondered.
He finally got the message and followed the feline out the house; it waited patiently for him to lock up, and then it led Joe down the street, trotting along like a slinking shadow, pausing every now and then to make sure Joe was still behind it.
“Where are we going?” Joe asked.
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