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A Lifetime isn't Enough	By : malicevampire90 Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Lifetime isn't Enough
- 2-Strange Dreams and Visions
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Why was it that he hated waking up? Perhaps it was that when he woke up he had to face the nurses with plastic smiles and cups full of another day’s medication. That was life…waking up with meds and falling asleep with them as well, regardless of whether you needed them or not. One big meaningless cycle. Mikey wanted to die, but they wouldn’t let him…especially after last weeks incident. He’d somehow stolen the roof key off of the night shift nurse and had gotten out. He’d gone up there with the intention of jumping, but just as he got himself together enough to do it, guards much stronger than him had restrained him. That was another thing, why the unnecessary roughness when restraing someone whom wasn’t even fighting back? Many encounters and bruises had made him learn that he should just not try and start trouble. But his little near-death encounter made nurses stop him at the most random of moments so they could check and see if he had anything on him. It had become a ritual: get up, take meds, walk a little bit, get stopped and checked, walk around some more, get checked, take meds go to bed. He wanted out. Death was an only option for so long, that he couldn’t think of anything else to do. But one day during lunch, he’d thought of it. At night when all of the patients were asleep, they were lax in security…that would be the perfect time to escape. He didn’t have anything worth taking so one night that week he snuck out of his cell, and quietly made his way down winding corridors and locked offices. He finally got to the recreation area and found the one door he knew was unlocked. It was a glass door, and many times he’d stop in front of it. He did now, looking at the person he’d become…no longer was he just a thin nerdy looking kid, he was now even thinner if possible…his glasses seemed to big for his face, and his clothes seemed to hang off of him. His hair had grown to; it was now as shaggy as his appearance. The only thing giving him away was the wrist band that had his information on it…once he was rid of that, he wouldn’t be owned by them anymore.

He watched the barred clock on the far wall for about five minutes before finally walking across the barren cafeteria, going towards the back door. He looked behind him quickly before pushing the door open. He quietly walked out the cold of the outside world quickly wrapping its icy grip around his frail body. He looked around and wrapped his arms around himself…he felt another sense of paranoia set in. He knew that he couldn’t stop now, if he was caught now, they’d take him back and he’d go into solitary. Solitary wasn’t a good place. He stepped out onto the short butchered grass of the outer courtyard…finally feeling that he was free when suddenly light was thrown onto him and he was blinded. The sound of people coming up behind him and his earlier paranoid feelings made him enact a split-decision. He ran as fast as he could. It didn’t matter that he had no shoes on, so all the small spurs and sharp objects under him cut into his bare skin, all that mattered now was getting away. He ran until he came to the fence, and then he had a moment of panic when he couldn’t immediately climb it. He cursed under his breath and took a running jump up onto it clawing frantically as the pulled himself up farther and farther until he fell over the side landing hard on the ground. He didn’t allow much time to recover for himself before he pushed himself up and started running again…he was out…he was free.

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He ran as far as he could after that before beginning to walk, not really knowing where he was going. This was the first time he had seen the outside world in over 13 years. He walked until he became aware that he was in a park. He silently padded over the chilled cement walkway that wound endlessly in between trees and open patches of grass. Mikey looked around for a long minute, everything was suddenly beautiful to him. Of course, being in a white washed bubble with barren land within the fenced area had taken away his perception of natural beauty. He remembered very little from before the age of sixteen…years of his life missing…he didn’t remember his family; he didn’t remember where he was from. It was like having amnesia only he knew that he knew deep down. Mikey happened to look down at the cement and saw that with every step he took he left an angry red footprint, proof that his feet needed to be given rest. He adjusted his glasses and looked around finding a bench and walking over to it. It was somewhat secluded between to large bushes and he figured that because he’d almost missed it, it would be a good place to rest for the night. He moved some branches and fell onto the hard wood strips held together with rusted metal, pulling his legs up into his body and curling up to preserve some of the warmth he’d managed to keep. He needed to find someone…he just knew that this one person would be able to help him, it was all a matter of finding them…with that mission in his mind he felt his eyelids close and soon everything was silent as sleep claimed him.

When he woke up again the next day, sunlight was falling over his form in scattered spots where the branches and leaves failed to cover him. He panicked a little when he finally came to his senses…he’d really gone through with it? Looking at his scab covered feet and feeling his had-to-be-bruised hip, he knew that he’d succeeded in what many of his friends there had tried to do. He’d ran away from that hell hole and he wasn’t going to go back. Mikey knew they would still be looking for him for a good two weeks as was the policy, but after that they expected them either dead, in police custody, or completely out of town. Mikey knew that if he took off his glasses and pulled his hair back, he could pass as a different person, so he wasn’t worried about the police to much. He finally looked out from his haven to find that the ground was covered in a semi-thick blanket of white powder…then the feeling of chill he’d had before was back ten fold. He couldn’t fight the bout of shivers that claimed him for a long moment. He came out of it enough to decide that he probably needed to move on lest they actually look here. He climbed down from the bench flinching as his weight was put on his maimed hip and the combined coldness and stinging from the snow touching his feet. He wrapped his arms around himself again and fought against the new set of shivers he had as he began to trek through the ankle deep snow. He was wondering aimlessly, he had nowhere to go, and he didn’t know where exactly he was to begin with. He looked down at his wrist and actually read the small plastic bracelet. All it had was numbers, his name, and a barcode…it made him feel demeaned…like he really wasn’t a person…all he was, was a check box on the inventory list. He curled his fingers around the thin plastic before pulling as hard as could, it broke easily with the cold helping him a great deal. He placed it in his pocket and started to walk again…he walked out of the park in a few minutes and found that he was now in the middle of a normal crowded street that resembled something that you would see in New York. Though he had a very good idea that he wasn’t in New York, then again he could’ve been wrong. He walked along the sidewalk in a daze not paying attention to the people around him, though he kept a keen eye for police or institute people. He received a few stares, most likely on the count of his clothing and lack of coat in such weather, and other stares he got were out of a type of disgust. Most of those were because he looked homeless, his feet bare, dirty and cut, his clothing big enough for two people really, and his hair which was most likely a mess in and of itself. He looked homely and dirty in his torn clothes.

As he walked he became aware that his feet started to ache a great deal causing him to hiss under his breath every time he took a step. Mikey took a walk to the side of the street finding a bench littered with old newspapers and advertisements and sat down pulling the bracelet from his pocket. He studied his name for a moment…then it clicked…if he could find someone with the last name as him…maybe, just maybe they were related to him and could help him. All he had to do was look up ‘Way’ in a phonebook or something…maybe one of the names would stand out…he stood and placed it back in his pocket before walking back into the crowd to the nearest phone booth. He wanted to avoid going into a directory office to see if anyone matched his last name, not if he could do it himself…and worst case scenario was that he would have the door slammed in his face for all matches…but he was willing to risk it, he didn’t have far to fall. He ignored the pain in his body as he briskly walked to the phone booth closest to him and shut the door. He lifted the directory up onto the side making sure the chain didn’t catch on anything before opening it up to the W’s. He traced each name he found with his index finger his eyes following to commit it to memory. Then he found about ten or twelve addresses that shared the name ‘Way’ and he knew that he couldn’t memorize them all. He looked around for a moment before ripping the page out of the book and stuffing it into his pocket along with his bracelet. He knew the first address and started to walk in the direction he assumed it to be. After about an hour or two of blind guessing, he finally stopped someone on the street and asked his voice sounding foreign even to himself. The old man was happy to help though, making Mikey a little less angry that most people refused to help. Once he was told, thanked the old man and went off with the directions in mind. He found an apartment building and pulled out the ripped piece of paper looking at it closely. Appt. 23 was the number he needed. So he went inside earning some glances from the other patrons of the place, and he climbed up the four flights of steps to the floor he needed and finally found the number. He knocked lightly on the door and waited. He heard a bit of shuffling from inside and watched the door open a small crack that the security chain would allow.
“Yes?” It was a woman, and from the white hair he could see, she was fairly old but not ancient yet.
“Hello, I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?”
“You pushing anything?”
Mikey shook his head. “I just want to ask some questions.” Mikey was frustrated, after nearly 13 years of barely speaking at all, the action of conversation and actually forming sentences was tiring him out.
“Okay.” She closed the door and undid the chain before opening it and stepping aside to let him in. He shook his head sadly and then answered at her puzzled look.
“I don’t want to ruin your carpet.”
She looked him up and down and then she flung her hands to her mouth with genuine shock.
“Oh dear…come in you stupid boy.” She reached out and grabbed his arm pulling him into her apartment before latching the door again. She retreated into the small kitchen and left Mikey there feeling a little more than intrusive. He tried his best to keep as much of himself off of this lady’s things. She returned shortly with a cup of something that was apparently hot.
“You really don’t need to do this.”
“Nonesense…you’re freezing, and I’m being a good host and giving something that will warm you up. Go on.”
Mikey hesitantly reached out and grabbed the mug, not really wanting to get the dirt he’d collected on himself on anything this kind woman owned. He took a small drink of it and liked the feeling of it traveling through his throat down into his stomach and out into his limbs.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, the old lady looked up from her tea and smiled. “What was it you wanted to know dear?”
Mikey placed his mug back on the table in front of him, straightening himself. “ I…I’m looking for my family. I have no idea who they are.”
“Oh dear.”
“I was wondering if the name Michael Way rang a bell?”
The white haired woman seemed to contemplate for a moment before looking at him closely, then thinking some more. Then she shook her head sadly. “I’m afraid I don’t know anyone with that name.”
Mikey looked down and gave a small smile. “It’s okay, thank you for your time and kindness.” He stood up and began to walk to the door before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and faced the old lady.
“I’ll not have a nice young man walking around in that with this weather. Stay here.” She disappeared into the back room and he heard a bit of shifting items. When she came out she held a long black coat and some worn in sneakers. “They’re not much, but I’m sure it’s better than nothing. My son used to wear these, but he moved a while ago…”
Mikey was in shock. He’d not even spent twenty minutes with this woman yet she was showing him kindness as if he was a part of her family. He took the offered items and put them on. She looked absolutely thrilled by the thought of someone benefiting from her son’s old clothing.
“Thank you…”
“It’s no problem dear,” she walked to the door with him opening it and letting him out. “Good luck with finding your family. When you do, please, come and visit sometime. It would be lovely.”
Mikey nodded before waving and turning. He pulled out the piece of paper and looked at the next name…he realized for the fist time, that he was very happy to have the shoes and coat now…because the temperature had dropped and he still had eleven addresses to look for.

All of his efforts for the day were in negative, he’d killed eight addresses after the old woman’s and he still had three to go. Darkness was overtaking the sky as he came across a bench that was abandoned, he let himself fall onto it accidentally landing on his injured hip and he let out a pained yelp. He lay there for a few minutes hoping the pain would pass…he wasn’t good with pain, he never had been from what his nurses told him. Even something as simple as a shot would reduce him to crying like a newborn baby. So it was no surprise that he felt the urge to do it now as the burning pain seared through his hip and down his leg and up his side. After five minutes of lying there, the pain became tolerable again and he sat up carefully and took out the piece of paper. He looked at the three remaining names tried to remember if any of them maybe clicked in his memory.
‘Andrew Way’ Mikey thought…and thought, but nothing clicked in his mind, he couldn’t associate at all with the name. He looked at the next two, Elizabeth Way and Gerard Way. Neither of them seemed to click. Mikey was interrupted when his stomach made an awful sound. He’d been so concentrated on either keeping himself out of the police’s hands, or finding relatives that he’d completely forgotten about food…not that he really cared. He’d gone whole weeks without ‘sufficient’ food at the institute. Despite his body’s obvious disagreement he got up and walked around to find a good spot to sleep for the night. He wound up at the park again…same bench, same position only this time he was much warmer than last time. Thoughts were going like rabid flies on the inside of his skull, he needed to find a relative, or someone that would take him in…he was only seventeen, he had no one that he knew and he refused to go back to that place…if it came to it…he’d be willing to kill himself if he had to. Sleep didn’t come easy to him that night, he would drift into sleep and then be jerked out of it’s clutches as soon as he’d be almost relaxed enough. When he finally fell asleep his sleep was fitful.

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