it had been two years since michael clifford was killed by ashton irwin, luke hemming's close friend.
it's true that luke faked his death, ashton killed someone and designed him to look like luke, doing the hair and piercing and clothes on the dead corpse.
no one knew where michael had gone, apart from the three boys that lived in the house where he was murdered.
michael's father was killed on his business trip, his mother bought a one way ticket to a different city as she was sick and tired of her son slowly destroying himself.
luke decided to bury michael in his own back yard, he started to go out in public more and more, becoming aware of the heartbeats of other people like him.
for the first time since he left michael he felt happiness from seeing crimes on his television, the newspapers in the local shop.
he got genuine enjoyment out of hearing or seeing people die or get injured.
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it was a saturday evening and luke felt like taking a trip to michael's house - to see the mess he would have created.
once he reached the door, he tried it but it was locked.
he groaned and jumped over his dead ex's garden fence, knowing that he never locked the back door.
he smirked as it open but grimaced at the smell of the house.
luke took countless things from the house, albums, photos, michael's calendar of all their dates together and lastly, michael's journal.
he ventured into the bloody bathroom, the blood stained applicances made him smirk, the rusted razors and snapped ropes made him giggle in delight.
why you ask?
well luke and michael were the same person, just different bodies yet the same physcotic attitude and personality.
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behind the ink | muke | c
FanfictionMichael was in a happy relationship with Luke Hemmings, until he receives the news that his boyfriend had died. Then, negativity polluted his brain and he was unable to think straight, so he lets it out by writing letters to Luke. But, behind the in...
