No Way to Live -Mavin fanfic-

Chapter 20

I couldn't comprehend what had happened for a few seconds. Michael fell over and gagged for air, the red of his blood seeping out of him. The men who had entered stopped and pointed their guns at me, but did not shoot when they saw me drop my gun to the floor. In those instants I could only naturally react to what had happened.

I ran towards him and wanted to pick him up and hug him, but as I put my hands around him he groaned with pain. His blood covered my hands.

"Y-Y-You need to call a hospital!" I yelled at the men with their guns still pointed at us. They did nothing, it was as if they were all just as traumatized as I was. But as we started to hear the police run up the stairs they burst in to action, shutting the large metal door to keep them out.

"NO! LET THEM IN! THEY CAN HELP MICHAEL!" I yelled with tears streaming down my face. The fact that he was in pain or that he looked so lifeless wasn't what made me want to fix him up so bad, it was just the amount of blood around him. As I tried to push open the door and push the men out of the way, they only knocked me down and threatened to kill me. Giving up, I ran back to Michael and tried to reassure him it was okay, but in reality I was reassuring myself more.

As the police banged on the door, yelling to open up, everyone ran around the room like a mad man trying to figure out what to do.

"LET THEM IN!" I continued to screech.

"Would you shut the fuck up?" One of them said, looking at me as he ran his fingers through his hair. The fucker thought he was under stress. He thought he had it bad.

"Gavin, please listen to me," Michael whispered in to my ear. No. I couldn't. I re-attached a bit of the head gear that had fallen off of Michael and plugged it back in to the helmet, Malachi's men not noticing. I saw one try to get out the window, only to notice the police had surrounded the building as well. The computer screen came to life again, back at 9% uploaded.

"Look Michael you're going to make it!'

Michael was clutching himself and had his eyes shut so tight I wasn't sure if he had heard me. I sat next to him and clutched on to his hand, looking from him to the computer screen constantly. He was either going to get in to the computer world or the police would come in and bandage him up. He had to live.

Thinking on my feet, I removed my shirt and tried to wrap it around Michael's chest wound. My small sized Rooster Teeth shirt didn't fit around his chest well, but I got it around his back with no more than a grown of pain from him. When I tried to tighten it it only made more blood gush out. I wanted to look away because it was so disturbing. Not the image of someone bleeding so much, but of that person being Michael.

"You're my boy Gavin," Was all he said.

Was that... was that a goodbye? My heart sank.

"Michael did you hear me?! You're going to live!"

"I don't know if I can.." As he said it he started coughing with a an excruciating look on his face. He coughed on his hand and when it pulled away I saw blood on it. Some of it was also dripping down his lip. The bullet had gotten the blood in to his lungs, literally drowning him from the inside.

The tears on my face now drenched my cheeks just from the idea of what our fate might have turned out to be. I couldn't let this be everything that had been lead up to since the first day I met Michael. He started to slowly move his hand and I tried to look at what he was trying to reach for. He wiped some blood off of his hand on his nice jeans and weakly grabbed hold of something in his pants pocket. He held it so delicately, and when I realized what it was I didn't have time to understand what it meant.

"G-gavin," He whispered, holding the small black box in front of me. My mouth dropped open and I had to look around just to see if anyone was paying attention. Everyone was in a corner yelling and cursing and discussing what they should do, as if they still had a bit of hope left in them. Michael slowly opened the box to reveal what looked like a very expensive ring. It had some kind of sparkly gem or diamond centered in the middle with little blueish greenish ones around the rest of it. One typically worn by a woman. It looked so out of place in Michael's dying hands.

"Don't. How...." I started to stutter, staring it in amazement. He must have.. gotten it that morning before I had woken up. That was the only time he had by himself in the past couple of days. But how did he.. afford it? He was broke.

He opened his mouth and tried to make words come out, but instead all there was was more blood. He started to shake, gargle, cough, and gasp at the same time. I was too overcome by emotions and the small black box to say or do anything. I couldn't even see what was happening behind the tears and all I heard was a ringing with a faint background of the people behind me still talking.

That must have been the point the cops broke through the door. There were definitely gunshots, but none of them were fired at me or Michael. After all, we didn't look menacing. All I had ever wanted from the beginning was to just stay with Michael.

With the last bit of air he had left in him, he said something that sounded like "Wool humor me."

Then the arm holding the box fell to the ground, dropping it and making the ring fly out on to his own dead body. But I didn't believe it.

"MICHAEL!" I yelled so loudly everyone left alive in the room turned around to face me. "MICHAEL!" I yelled again. I put my hands on his face and moved them around, trying to get him to look more alive.

"MICHAEL!"

As the police approached me, all I could think about were Michael's words. Wool humor me. Wool humory me. Wil youmory me. Will you marry me. I felt myself gasping for air as I picked the ring now covered in red off of him, putting it on my finger.

"YES!" I screamed, hoping he might be able to hear me. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "I WILL MICHAEL!"

He must have been planning to... propose to me right before we got in to the computer world. He must have figured he could spend the last of all his money on something like a diamond ring because in the computer world money wouldn't have mattered. I looked back on the screen of the computer to see 19% uploaded. Underneath it was a message that said 'Error 54- unresponsive subject'.

At that point the police cautiously approached me with their guns. One of them unplugged the computer, while the other said something like "Step away from the body sir."

"Michael look at what an idiot I'm being," I said, poking his face. "Aren't I a fucking idiot? Michael, call me a fucking idiot."

I just wanted to hear him say it. To say anything really. His eyes were wide open which just made him look even more... dead. I took my two fingers and pressed them closed.

"I'm you're boy, right Michael?"

I suddenly felt people grabbing my arms away from him. They knocked me to the ground and put my hands behind my back, locking me in handcuffs. As they got me up I could barely stand. They pulled at me and I tried to get away with all my might, kicking my legs and head around, screeching like a mad man.

"MICHAEL!!! STAY THERE!" I yelled, refusing to speak or even look at the men carrying me out of the room. I stayed in it as long as possible, trying to catch my last glimpses of Michael's face.

From the beginning it had always been about what Michael wanted. He was the mastermind and I was just the sidekick, so what was left without him? Me? Just me? It wasn't right. All I had asked from the start was for me to stay with Michael. I would have done anything, anything, as long as I could have stayed with Michael. I couldn't imagine myself in a world where he didn't exsist. But I should have known it would end badly. I was absolutely furious. I didn't want to deal with people anymore... I didn't want to deal with being alive anymore. I wanted to be with Michael.

“Closed eyes, heart not beating, but a living love.”

― Avis Corea

“Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.”

― J. Lincoln Fenn, Poe

THE END