Never had a choice at all.
It's some sort of natural law that the person you're hoping to run into never fucking finds you. And if you actually try to find them, well...
Mike has no idea how to go about finding the prick with the hard-on for him, and part of him is still convinced that it's stupid to even hope to. The asshole wants him in prison, best case scenario, so why the fuck would he go looking for that?
Because getting his eye fixed had set him back several thousand cred, is why, and the headaches still happen from time to time, though not as bad as before. Because he'd called him a cripple. Because Mike had meant to kill him and hadn't been able to, and as far as he's concerned that amounts to unfinished business.
Mike Pinocchio hates unfinished business. Makes him uneasy. It's not enough to get away, it's not enough if they never cross paths again. Maybe it's stupid, maybe it's a waste, but he wants blood.
He chews moodily at a dead flap of skin on one finger as he ducks down into the Underground, into the comforting crush of people. Not staying in any one place too long has him tired and on edge. He could head back out to Nanashi, park somewhere and listen to the Naga scream at night. But that's too simple, and alone there with no running or chasing to do, he thinks that the little bag of white powder might start to pull and pull, like the slow and relentless gravitational force of a star.
All the same, might be easier to just give up now. Live his fucking life. Whatever's left of it. Maybe try to see Neil again, as bad an idea as that might be. Maybe...
"Fuck it," he mutters, pushing through a scanner and barely flipping his card up for the machine to read.
He can't get away from the feeling that life used to be simpler.
Mike has no idea how to go about finding the prick with the hard-on for him, and part of him is still convinced that it's stupid to even hope to. The asshole wants him in prison, best case scenario, so why the fuck would he go looking for that?
Because getting his eye fixed had set him back several thousand cred, is why, and the headaches still happen from time to time, though not as bad as before. Because he'd called him a cripple. Because Mike had meant to kill him and hadn't been able to, and as far as he's concerned that amounts to unfinished business.
Mike Pinocchio hates unfinished business. Makes him uneasy. It's not enough to get away, it's not enough if they never cross paths again. Maybe it's stupid, maybe it's a waste, but he wants blood.
He chews moodily at a dead flap of skin on one finger as he ducks down into the Underground, into the comforting crush of people. Not staying in any one place too long has him tired and on edge. He could head back out to Nanashi, park somewhere and listen to the Naga scream at night. But that's too simple, and alone there with no running or chasing to do, he thinks that the little bag of white powder might start to pull and pull, like the slow and relentless gravitational force of a star.
All the same, might be easier to just give up now. Live his fucking life. Whatever's left of it. Maybe try to see Neil again, as bad an idea as that might be. Maybe...
"Fuck it," he mutters, pushing through a scanner and barely flipping his card up for the machine to read.
He can't get away from the feeling that life used to be simpler.