Musketeer Mickey Novels & Stories

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

Brick had no intention of assuming the old man's mantle, especially when the last thing he wanted was to be stuck amid the endless forests of Millwood, Minnesota. He had not been alone in his ideas as he found himself supported by pack members: Gunther "Gunner" Reeves, an old man that once ran with his father. Arthur "Gearhead"Carrey, the youngest mechanic with an obsession with cars and bikes alike. Ike "Ironclad"Eric Forman, a resident badass whom had been mostly muscle for the pack ever since he reached puberty. Jeffrey "Rooster" Allen BolMont, his godfather and father's best friend sent on the journey to "keep Brick out of trouble".

Mickey said trying to fuel the already burning flame. “Chicken out, I would never and this would not be a first of a trigger being pulled at me, so bring your best shot miss leader or should I say miss spinster,” he said with a smirk. “How dare you !!!” she voiced out as she instantly tried jumping right at him as she changed the gun to a dagger instantly. I have to say that was impressive, she really is worth the hype, I can't believe she can switch weapons so quickly. Luckily, Mickey caught her and held her tightly before she could tear up Daniel who was still saying words to piss off Nola even more, he really seemed to be enjoying this.

“No, sir, no sir, no sir. You are staying right here with me.” “I wanna be with Mickey Mouse!” Jersey yells. “I wanna be with Mickey Mouse! Let me go! Let me go, asshole!”

He has the same tall dark handsome Italian genes and weirdly green eyes, the same overall death by glare and oozing intimidation. I never knew Italians with olive skin could have green eyes but it’s not as pretty or as soulless as the pale grey of a wolf. Mico is a typical Hollywood gangster movie henchman in a dark suit and black overcoat. Silent, obedient and all seeing. He doesn’t strike me as dumb either and has that same clever sadism about him that Alexi just effortlessly oozes from every pore. Only Mico is not as dominant and out there as Mr Mafia Boss is, and tends to be the silent intimidation in the room and only does as he is told.

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Micky cleared his throat importantly and looked at everyone. "I got some personal work here Monty, can't tell you right now." He did his best to mimic Aryan's voice and Aryan couldn't help himself but join everyone in laughter. Micky is indeed a cheeky monkey, Aryan thought inwardly. Even as he was enjoying Micky's antics throughout the drive, he wasn't too keen to show it. *****

“We’ve a wee problem up our way. Someone’s been pokin’ their nose where it doesnae belong. Sound familiar?” Paddy’s gaze flicked to Mickey, and that was all Declan needed. He grabbed Paddy by the shirt, yanked him halfway across the table, and growled, “We can do this fast or slow. Pick one.” Mickey raised his hands like he was trying to calm a wild dog. “I-I don’t know his name, swear it! But I’ve seen him. Comes in wi’ big talk, flashin’ money like it’s nothin’. Said he’s got info on… on you lot.”

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,