lipstick // muke

three

one month before
Michael's POV

I ran into the alley, gun in one hand, lipstick tube in another. Breathing and running is all I could think as I tried to get the cops off my tail.

I never wanted to be this way. Growing up, I had a nice, supportive family and I was an extremely innocent little boy.

One day when I was fifteen, I met this guy on the street. At the time I had a broken leg and he could tell I was in pain. He called me over and said that he noticed that looked as if I was in pain asked if I wanted some "Advil". Being the naïve child I was, I took the "Advil" from him. Turns out it wasn't Advil. It was ecstasy. In two months time, I was addicted to the drug. Three months after that, I had my first, and hopefully last, overdose.

After the overdose, I tried to quit. I tried to convince myself that I didn't need it anymore and that I would be perfectly fine. I wasn't fine. Shortly after I had stop taking me the drug, my body had gone into withdrawal from the lack of the drug.

I went back to my dealer for some more pills. My dealer's name is Ashton Irwin.
Ashton was angry that I tried to stop buying the drugs from him. He made a deal with me. If I kept taking the ecstasy, I would be fine. If I didn't, he would kill me.

Two years after Ashton made the deal, he threw in another condition. If I still wanted to live, not only did I have to keep buying and taking the drugs, I had to kill people for him.

Automatically, I refused. It's bad enough that Ashton was forcing a drug addiction upon me, but I wasn't prepared for the lifestyle of a murderer. Ashton was furious. He threatened to hurt my family and my new boyfriend Luke. Scared of losing my loved ones, I complied with the order.

One week later, I officially became a murderer. I remember it like it was yesterday.

*flashback*

(a/n: this scene may be intense for some people. if violent, gory actions trigger you in any way, please skip until you see another author's note.)

Running and breathing. That's all I could concentrate on. My 'victim' is getting away, and if he escapes then Mr. Irwin will hurt me and my family.

Calum Hood. My best friend since we were two, which was 15 years ago. We became friends because we both were feminine and apparently the other boys from our preschool class thought that it was wrong and unacceptable.

Apparently Calum had taken some cocaine from Mr. Irwin but never finished paying off his debts. I don't want to do this. Mr. Irwin says it's now or never.

"If you want to live happily, then here's what you have to do. First, take the money he owes from me. $500. Second, knock him unconscious and bring him to headquarters. Lastly, once we torture any needed information out of him, I will give you the honors of killing him." That's what Mr. Irwin told me. He said if I can get it done by tomorrow, he will not make me murder anyone again.

When I finally catch up to Calum, I grab him by his hood and drag him into my car. I blindfold him and tie his wrists and ankles together. I hit him over the head with a brick a few times until he is unconscious, put his body in the trunk, and then drive to 'headquarters'.

Once at headquarters, Mr. Irwin takes Calum down into the basement and whips any needed information out of him until his back is red and bloody, just like his lips that are coated in lipstick and his own blood that has been dropping down from his left eyebrow.

I take the gun in my hands. I load the ammunition into the gun. Before I can shoot Calum, Mr. Irwin makese pause so he can say one thing to him. "That lipstick makes your lips look so kissable, darling." BANG! Right between the eyes. All I see is blood. Mr. Iwrin praises my good work.

I drive home to Calum and I's apartment, sobbing, feeling my heart shatter.

*flashback over*

(ok flashback is over now, for any possible readers that skipped it, you are fine to read now.)

The day I killed Calum was five years ago. Ashton lied. He didn't let me stop being a murderer. I'm 22 years old now, and I have committed just barely over a hundred murders in the past few years.

I still regret every single murder that I've done. But with each kill, the pain becomes less and less. And eventually I will just be numb to the pain. It's my life now, I have to learn to accept it.

a/n: *gasp* wow. 774 words I think. not as long as some author's regular updates, but this is definitely the longest chapter I have ever written. I think I deserve a round of applause.

so, thoughts on the chapter?

this was definitely an intense chapter for me to write. it's totally different than how the story has been so far and the other chapters will probably be back to normal soon.

I actually really am proud of this chapter. some people may not like it, but I put a lot of time and effort into this. this chapter gave you guys an idea of what is going on with michael and why has acts so secretive and distant (he's not really distant but idgaf). it's also giving a hint of what is to come in the chapters yet to come.

I wasn't planning on posting this until this was at least ten chapters into the story, but I do what I want im punk rock.

just so you all know, I DO NOT CONDONE MURDER OR THE ACTION OF TAKING DRUGS IN ANY FORM, SHAPE, OR WAY. this is a work of fiction, im writing this as a fictional story and i STRONGLY believe that drugs and murder are unacceptable things that are awful and you shouldn't do either of them, no matter how much i joke around about either topic.

ok anywhore, i just wanted to say thanks to anyone who takes time to read this story and ily lots like tator tots. byE xxxxx
-Cait