Sorceress' Scheme

From down on the beach he could hear the sounds of music coming from up in the beach house, and listened. It wasn't a song he recognized, and he figured Mike was at work composing it right then. He sat down on a rock to listen to the peaceful melody for a few moments before it stopped.

"Hey Micky!" he heard a voice in the distance shout, and he peered out, squinting in the sunlight, to see a girl running towards him.

"Hey!" he called back, waving to her as he began to trot in her direction.

Jenny ran up to him, a wide grin on her face. "Ready to go?" she asked.

"Yep," he replied. He pulled the car keys from his pocket and they headed up towards the street.

"I still can't get over you buying a new car," Jenny told him as they got into his blue convertible.

He merely grinned and started the engine. "I've got money now," he reminded her. "Why not use it?"

"True," she replied, laughing. Micky backed up out of the driveway and turned the car down the street.

"Where we going to go tonight?" she asked him.

He shrugged. "I dunno," he replied. "I was thinking McGinty's?"

Jenny shrugged. "'Kay," she agreed. "They've got good food."

Micky flashed a grin as he sped down the street towards their destination.

"That wasn't too bad," Micky admitted, rubbing his stomach.

"Too bad? It was excellent!" Jenny told him. She got into the car beside him and leaned back. "I think that was the best pork roast I've ever had."

"Benefits of having money," he remarked as he headed out towards the street again. He paused at the first traffic light and frowned.

"Something wrong?" Jenny asked him.

"No, I don't think so," he replied. "Do you mind if I stop at home first? It's on the way and I just wanna make sure everything's alright."

She looked confused. "Why would it be?"

The light changed and he drove the car onward. "I dunno," he replied. "I just want to check it out."

Jenny shrugged. "Ok, whatever," she replied.

Micky was unusually silent for the remainder of the ride home. He couldn't be certain, because he couldn't think of a reason, and the signal had been so brief, but he had a feeling he'd felt something similar to a warning.

The only person who could have sent him such a warning would be Davy, he thought to himself. And Davy wouldn't usually play around about such things. But then, what could it be?

A short while later Micky pulled his little convertible into the driveway next to the pad and hopped out of the car. Jenny followed right behind him as he hurried up the walkway. She had no idea what was wrong but she could tell he was anxious about something.

Micky burst through the front door. The pad was dark and empty, and he flicked on a light. "Hello?" he called. "Anybody home?"

"They probably all went out for the evening," Jenny told him, confused by his actions.

Micky shook his head. "Mike hardly ever goes out," he replied. "And I don't think Davy had a date tonight. Even if both of them were out, they usually would leave a light on."

"Weird," Jenny commented.

"Yeah." He strolled through the Pad, searching. "Mike?" he called. "Davy?"

"Anybody here?" Jenny asked as Micky ran up the stairs to search the second floor.

"Doesn't look like anybody is," Micky commented from the upstairs. "Bedrooms are empty, no sign of anybody."

"I wonder what happened," Jenny wondered.

Micky shook his head. "I guess I'd better get you home," he told her.

"Are you kidding?" she asked. "And leave you here by yourself?"

"Jen, I've been alone before. I'm not a kid, remember?" Micky reminded her.

"I know," she replied. "But I just think that, well, whatever happened to them - what if it happens to you?"

Micky frowned. He hadn't thought about that. "Well," he thought for a moment. "Well, I don't want it happening to you, too," he replied after a second or two. "So you're going home."

"Micky!" she snapped. "I am not!"

"Huh?"

"I'm not leaving you here by yourself!" she replied. "I'm going to stay right here with you until something happens."

Micky rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Alright," he replied after a moment. "I guess you can help me figure out what happened."

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