happy families :: m.g.c.

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michael was dragged out of his apartment by two muscular police officers while three followed behind and others went in to examine his living space. they had handcuffed michael's wrists and ankles together too, making sure that even if the scrawny teenager with the deadly pale skin did manage to slip out of the men's grasp, he wouldn't be able to run. the most he would be able to do would be a fast hopping or a fish-out-of-water-like shuffle. which, in all honesty, would be hilarious to watch besides the fact that he was a psychopathic mass-murderer.

as the men brought michael to the police car, a girl with tears running down her face came barreling past the barricades of people. she tackled michael to ground but the men pulled her off before she could lay one finger on him.

"you killed my brother! you freaking killed my best friend! you're a monster! you're not human!" mali screamed at him, struggling against the cops.

michael just smiles at her.

"how are you, mali?

"go to hell!"

"why would i when i'm trying to bring it here?"

"you're sick! you are the devil!"

"well, in the words of william shakespeare, 'hell is empty and all the devils are here'."

and then he was gone, shoved into the car and taken away from the crowds of screaming citizens.