"Star? Star!"

Michael called out in a panic as he ran down the steps leading to the sunken hotel that the Lost Boys made their lair, his skin pale and sweaty from both stress and his.... affliction. He had to find Star, had to ask her what was wrong with him, because there definitely was something wrong with him, terribly wrong. And he didn't know what, well, he had a clue, but he needed confirmation. Michael nearly broke his ankle with how quick he sped down those stairs and stumbled into the open room.

"Star—!"

Michael called out again, only to cut himself off and halt in his steps as he took notice of the only person other than himself in the room. It certainly wasn't Star. It was a man, another one of David's boys. Michael clenched his jaw, which was one of the last people he wanted to see, frankly, he didn't want to see any member of the Lost Boys. He just wanted to see Star. But she was no-where to be found. It was just him and the other male.

".... where's Star."

Michael questioned, making no move to approach the other male, he wasn't an idiot. Sure, he could punch good, but there was no use getting in a fight that was avoidable. And Michael had his worries that the other male may be able to overpower him. Michael's fingers flexed, one of his hands curling into a tight fist whilst the other reached up to itch at his neck before it fell back down to his side. Both himself and the other male had locked eyes, and Michael didn't dare look away first.