behind the ink | muke | c

fifty - finale

fifty days after

Michael woke up, his book held tight against his chest.

He was confused to as who had written in the book by the name of l?.

His first guess was Luke, but he figured that his guesses were unrealistic since Luke had died just fifty days ago, the police had the body to prove it.

He clambered out of bed, slipping the book of letters to Luke under his pillow and then continued to make his way into his living room.

"Another useless day of my existence..." He sighed, going over to the calendar for the first time since Luke had passed away.

He flipped over the page which read January and looked over the month of February.

1st of Feb; One year anniversary of Muke !!

14th of Feb; Valentine's day = Starbucks with Lucifer !!

23rd of Feb; Green day concert with the Asswipe ( Lucifer ) !!

Michael wiped the tears from his eyes as anger replaced the sadness inside of him.

Why did this have to happen to him?

He didn't do anything to deserve it!

He stomped into the kitchen and there was a note on the fridge.

'I'll be back in a month! Be good - Dad :)'

Michael soon realised that there was another note under the one from his Dad.

'Want Lukey Wukey back? Go outside for once and go to 18, Tomlinson Way - just knock once and you'll get him back! - l?'

Michael knew it was a risk to go there alone.

He knew he would feel like a fool of he actually went there, expecting Luke with open arms.

He was dead. And that was that. No one could change the past and you can never get back what you had previously lost.

But, Michael - being the foolish and idiotic person that he is - decided to go regardless of the fact that he believed that Luke was dead.

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Once he had reached the location, or rather house, of the person who had written the note he crept up to the front door, sucking in a breath and tapping it lightly with his knuckles.

Several moments later there was a few clicks from the other side of the door - probably bolts or locks - until the door opened to reveal a man, a bit shorter than Michael with dirty blonde , probably fake, blonde hair.

He spoke with an irish accent. "M-Mic-Michael C-Cl-Clifford?"

The teenager replied with a simple nod and the other led him through the house until they reached a black door with the letters L.R.H engraved into the door.

Michael tried to question why Luke's initials were on the door but his throat went dry as a lump formed into it as he was about to burst into tears.

"L-Lu-Luke, h-he..." The fake blonde stuttered.

"He what?!" Michael snapped at the older boy, gripping his shoulders and shaking him slightly.

Tears formed in Irish lad's eyes. "P-Please , f-follow m-me." He paused as Michael discarded his grip on the man's shoulders. "S-Sir, s-so-someone's h-here f-for y-you..."

The blonde spoke into a tiny speaker placed next to the door which resulted in the door cracking open slightly.

Michael bit his fingernails in anticipation and a figure stepped out the door.

"Kitten...?" Michael froze in place, looking directly at the floor.

Why would Luke lie about dying?

Michael dared to look up and was horrifyed at the sight in front of him.

His boyfriend'd hair was greasy and pressed against his forehead in a fringe. His crystal blue eyes were now black and bloodshot. The clothes he wore were tattered, his fingernails looked like he had been digging in dirt with his hands for days on end.

"K-Kitten? I-I k-know what you're t-thi-"

"No! You don't know what I'm thinking and if you did, you wouldn't fake something as bad as this! I've been left alone because of you, my father died - my mother is scared of me! And worst of all y-"

Michael was cut of by a piercing pain in his neck, he felt a cold metal slice across it. His thick blood dripped onto the floor as he fell to his knees, running out of life to live.

Several seconds later Michael's cold, dead body was lying on the floor - completely lifeless.

"Thank god, he was starting to get annoying there!"

"Y-Yeah. B-But why out of all people me, Ashton?"

oooooo... final chapter of the book teehee

idk whether to do an epilogue