fivesos one shots

○villain○ mc

a/n- wow im actually doing this.

this is long so get ready.
The music vid, is not in English.
this is not my story it's based off a movie I watched.

please just enjoy I'm sorry it's unedited

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most love stories consists of 3 people. the boy, the girl and the villain.

but this love story consisted of only one.

the villain.

a/n: this takes place in sort of a present alternate universe

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I watched with a devilish smirk as the fire roared higher in front of me in the night sky. It only took a match and oil and that was it. The explosion of cars and fire surrounding me. I faced death everyday, I would come so close to it, yet somehow I would end up not dying. I wonder why I wasn't dead yet, for all the sins and bad deeds that I had commited.

Murders, murders, murders.

I thought my anger would have subsided by now, but everyday there seemed to be a new reason for rage. To put up a fight. To challenge, and to win. Everytime, there was a new reason for me to beat, and shatter someone so much physically.

And when I saw a familiar man cross my path hurriedly, my blood boiled and I followed him. He began running instantly, faster and faster but it was no match for my sprint. His collar was instantly in my hands and there was already blood across the pavement. I realized two seconds later that I had possibly broken his jaw. He cried out in pain.

"Please, Michael. I'm sorry just please forgive me. I'll do anything." He cried and I grimaced as he lay faceplant and touched my shoes. I stepped back and kicked his head away. Instead I turned around and grabbed a bottle of gasoline. The fire was beginning to increase around me. I opened the cap, and began to pour it on the man.

"DUSTIN." A little boy yelled and I turned around to see a small kid, around the age of 8, shaking with fear. His eyes locked with my victim and he cried out.

"GO! GO HOME BEN. GET OUT OF HERE." My victim, Dustin, yelled towards what seemed like his brother, Ben.

"Yeah get out of here! Scram!" I growled and he turned and fled. I continued the process of pouring liquid onto Dustin.

"Please, I beg you. I can't die. Not now, I promise I'll repay you. It was a small mistake."

"Shutup," I growled, "you don't deserve justice." I bent down eye level with him and pulled out my cigarette lighter. "See this?" I smirked. He gulped and shut his eyes. "Open your eyes and face your fears, Dustin. It's time for you to go."

"It was a mistake."

"DUSTIN!" The god damn boy had returned with a small handgun. His mother was right behind him I can see tears were streaming down her face.

"PLEASE. PLEASE JUST LEAVE MY SON ALONE." She cried and the boy, Ben, began shooting at me poorly. He fired 3 shots and easily missed. My hands formed into fists as I stomped towards him in the smoke and yanked his hair throwing him to the side. "PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T HURT MY SONS. DON'T HURT THEM PLEASE." The old mother jumped in front of me but I shoved her to the side as she nearly missed the flames. There were still screams in the distance and I smirked. I walked towards Dustin again as he began to back away. His hair dripped with gasoline. I searched my pockets for my lighter but I must've dropped it. I groaned and walked over to Dustin and yanked him up by the collar.