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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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He had been waiting for nearly ten minutes.
“Mike?” Brad knocked on the door and waited for a reply.
Still he got none.
He had enough - something was wrong - it had to be - Mike never slept in.
So Brad took the spare house key he had and unlocked the door, walking in and carefully stepping over the carpet trip and looking around the house.
“Mike? Mike... Mike! Where the fuck are you?!” Brad checked every room in the house, but Mike was nowhere to be found.
He’d simply vanished.
Brad ran out onto the street, his heart thudding in his chest, panic flooding his veins.
Why isn’t Joe here? Brad thought. Hang on... What about Joe?
The guitarist shook his head from the random thoughts then took his cell phone out of his pocket and rang the first multi numbers that came to his head.
“Hey.” Joe’s voice.
“Talk to me.” Phoenix’s voice.
“Hello?” Chester’s voice.
“Hello...” Rob’s voice.
“Hey guys it’s me Brad - everyone get down here to Mike’s place. Mike’s not home - I’ve looked all through the place and he’s not there. Has anyone seen him in the last week?” Brad spoke hurriedly; the sense of something awful was plaguing him.
No one had seen the emcee.
They talked for a while longer, discussing all possibilities of where he could have gone, but found none - Brad added that his cell phone was sitting on the coffee table in the den, and Mike never went anywhere without it and that was enough for Chester at least to convince him something was horribly wrong.
“Meet me here. We gotta find him.” Brad hung up, looking around with a nervous hand twisting his hair around his fingers.
There was a sharp meow, which made Brad turn around.
The tabby sat on the fence in front of Mike’s house, flicking its tail while watching Brad, a consciousness in its jade eyes that seemed uncannily human.
“Hey...” Brad took a step towards the animal, slowly as he expected it to take off.
Cats were flighty critters and they all seemed to hate Brad for some reason, having every inclination to scratch the shit out of him if he even went to pat them, but weirdly enough, Brad felt drawn towards this particular feline.
The cat licked his hand like a dog and hesitated, then, with loud purring it jumped off the fence and began rubbing itself against Brad’s legs.
“You look like an alley cat to me, but I’d place a good bet that Mike feeds you right?” Brad said, stroking the cat’s course fur.
The cat nodded.
Brad blinked and pulled a face.
Did I just see that cat nod? He wondered.
It meowed insistently and then looked down the street where a car was coming, revving and squealing, it pulled up next to Brad and Chester climbed out just as the guitarist picked up the cat.
“So where do we start looking?” Chester asked.
“I don’t know... I really don’t. He could be anywhere!” Brad sighed in frustration.
“Did you find a note?”
“What?”
“A suicide note?”
Brad choked and shook his head, not trusting himself to speak.
The cat meowed, over and over, insistently.
“Nice friend you got there.” Chester looked pointedly at the cat.
“Yeah. I think its Mike’s.” Brad replied shortly.
Two other cars came swerving around the corner and parked behind Chester’s car, all of the occupants climbing out.
Nicola, Phoenix, Lindsay, Rob, Samantha and Joe all looking at Brad and Chester as thought they might know something they didn’t, but upon spotting the cat, Joe’s thoughts at least were momentarily diverted.
“Hey - I had a dream about that cat.” Joe blurted unthinkingly.
“Whatever - we’ll leave your sexual fantasies with little furry things for later - right now, finding Mike is more important.” Chester said with apparent sarcasm.
Joe glared at him and bit his lip.
The cat meowed insistently and struggled from Brad’s grasp, landing nimbly and hurrying away to the corner of the street and stopping, looking back at the huddle of people as though waiting.
“So what do we do?” Brad asked, looking away from the cat and back to Chester.
“I don’t know. We have nowhere to start - if none of us even know what he’s been doing for the past week...” Chester played with his lip ring.
“We could check with the neighbors. I mean, surely they would have seen something -” Lindsay suggested, but was cut off by the racket of loud, incessant meowing.
Once everyone’s attentions had turned to the feline sitting there, the cat promptly got up and hurried a few steps down the street then stopped, looking pointedly at them.
“C’mon.” Joe took Nicola’s hand and led her and the rest of the group towards the cat.
“What are we doing? We’re supposed to be working out how to find Mike!” Nicola sighed in exasperation.
“I think it has a better idea than we do right at the moment.” Joe replied through gritted teeth.
As soon as it was sure the people were following, the tabby turned and trotted down the street to the corner and turned, once again checking that its footfalls were being followed.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say that cat wants us to follow it.” Rob muttered.
“Gee - that was a stroke of brilliance Einstein - but how is this possibly supposed to be helping? We are following a cat!” Phoenix groaned in absolute irritation.
“Put a bit of faith in it. It should lead us to a house with a white cross on its gate to the backyard.” Joe said.
“How do you know that?” Brad asked incredulously.
So far this entire scenario was way out - firstly, Mike was missing, and they had no idea where he possibly could have gone - it was like he’d vanished into thin air, and then there was this weird alley cat that was acting so... Human like? Brad didn’t know if that was quite the right word for it - but at any rate, the tabby had made it clear, on no uncertain terms that it wanted them to follow it - and then there was Joe talking like he knew exactly where Mike would be! Brad wasn’t sure if he should’ve clipped Joe across the head for being stupid or not.
“It was in the dream I had okay? I swear I’m doing this only for Mike... Coz if that dream is right, then this entire thing is going to be detrimental to my health.” Joe muttered, eyes firmly fixed on the cat hurrying along.
“What?” Chester stared at Joe while they strode swiftly along.
Joe was spared from answering by Lindsay who was pointing up ahead.
“Look, it’s turned the corner - come on or we’re gonna lose it!” Lindsay hurried to a jog.
“Lindsay!” Phoenix exclaimed in exasperation.
Lindsay didn’t answer; she just kept going - intent on keeping up with the feline.
Phoenix groaned.
“Argh! Its times like this I wonder why I married the woman!” He grouched and sped up, hurrying after his wife.
“I wonder that sometimes myself.” Chester said as he too sped up.
Samantha hit him.
“No not you! I mean Fifi!”
The cat by now was turning into a tabby lightning bolt - by human speeds at least - the humans behind it were all running, trying to keep up, Lindsay had the lead, with Phoenix in hot pursuit, even though he was the shortest, his legs made up for it by their roadrunner capabilities - Rob, who was the tallest was lagging behind, along with Chester.
“I’m - gonna - sue - Mike - for this...” Chester panted.
“What the - hell for?” Rob asked.
“Manslaughter - I’m - gonna - die - because of - him...”
Rob would have clapped Chester’s ear if he didn’t have to run so fast to keep up with the rest of group.
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