Micheal stuck out his thumb. The cold October air stung his face and bit his nose, but he stayed put, only pulling his scarf up to his eyes.
The road he was walking along was very secluded, far out into the countryside, the wheat field behind him just as dark as the one across the highway. A dull glow from the town only a few miles away offered little light. Despite the cold and the dark, Micheal Olsen stayed. He had a mission.
He remembered the sight of the loaded gun in his backpack, a surge of malicious adrenaline causing him to shiver. Tonight was going to be fun. Cars didn't really come down this road, he couldn't blame them, but sometimes Micheal got lucky.
He remembered his first. A seventeen year old girl, with her drunk friend in the back. He didn't remember where he left them, but that was a week ago, and so far they hadn't been found.
He didn't want to come out again, it was so risky, but it was worth it to him. He smiled lightly, feeling it in his bones. Tonight would be special. That feeling of anticipation grew in the pit of his stomach, until it warmed his whole body.
Headlights appeared from over the hill, and Micheal put out the traditional 'Pick me up' sign. A thumb to the side. The car miraculously slowed, pulling over and stopping. This was it! Micheal bit his lip in excitement as the driver rolled down his window. The vehicle was a Dodge Magnum SRT8, dark blue. The windows were slightly tinted, so Micheal couldn't see inside until the window had disappeared into the door.
He had short, dark hair, that was just the right kind of wavy, casting a small shadow over his light brown eyes. He was wearing a green, short sleeved flannel. His smile was charming, and it made Micheal's heart flutter just a bit.
"Got somewhere to be?" he asked. His voice was deep, but still had a light, boyish attitude. Micheal almost forgot what he'd told himself to say.
"Y-yeah, there's a gas station just down the road, you can just drop me off there and I'll call a cab" Micheal said quietly.
"Okay, hop in Mr...?"
"Micheal. Olsen..."
"Nice to meet you Micheal, my name's Anthony".
Micheal said nothing, picking up his backpack and opening the passenger side door. He sat down on the grey leather seat. The car smelled of citrusy air freshener, and its interior was clean. There was a tiny, blue, glass dolphin hanging from the rear-view mirror. Micheal shut the door, and Anthony pulled away from the shoulder.
The drive was awkwardly silent, Micheal had to use all of his strength not to look into those beautiful eyes that Anthony had. No way was this guy's hotness going to stop him from what he had come to do. Now shut your gay ass up and finish him off Micheal.
"So, what's a kid like you doing out here so late at night? Don't tell me you were just out for a jog" Anthony said with a slight chuckle, breaking Michael's train of thought. It took Micheal a while to remember.
"I was walking home from a party, my ride left early and ditched me there"
"Wow, uncool"
"Yeah. By the way, I'm actually 24" Micheal said slightly annoyed, as Anthony looked over in surprise.
"Really? You look really young. I'm 27 myself and I wish I looked young as you"
"Yeah, I get that a lot" Micheal laughed nervously.
He didn't get that a lot, but lord help him if he was to reply with something like, 'Thanks you're hot too!'
He then saw light in the distance brighter this time. He knew they were getting closer, he had to do this fast. If they made it to town, this will have all been for nothing. All the small talk, and forced smiles, and uncomfortably close proximity for no benefit! The thought outraged him.
He began to reach into his bag, feeling his gun. It was warm, ready to be held. To be used. A crazier man would've heard it talk to him. Heard it say 'Do it, pull the trigger, kill him and you'll feel better'. A saner man would've let the gun go, thanked Anthony for the ride once they pulled up at the gas station, and given up this life of bloodshed. Thing is, Micheal was right in between the two.
"Hey, y'know what?"
Anthony's words made him jump a bit.
"What?"
"You're pretty cute, you know that right?"
Micheal felt his chest freeze. Cute?! Him?!
"What? Y-you don't mean that"
"Of course I do, you're absolutely adorable, I'm almost sad to drop you off. Maybe I can get your number before you leave"
Micheal blushed hard, half bashfully, half angrily. How dare this man try to charm him into sparing his life?! He'd waited too long to get this rush!
"Hey wait a second," Anthony said, looking at the dash. There was a little light flashing, signifying low tire pressure. "Hold on, let me check on this, I could have sworn I aired that thing up last week..." Anthony said, steering the car to the side of the road.
He's pulling over? This is perfect! Micheal thought. He really didn't like killing while the car was still in motion, he had to shoot someone while simultaneously holding the steering wheel.
Anthony jumped out, the lights flicking on, and began to look at the tire on his side of the car. Micheal grabbed his handgun, quietly opening the passenger side door and slipping out.
He crept around the front of the car, taking deep breaths, clutching his gun. But before he snuck up on the man to take his life, he found himself doing the opposite. He stood up, slightly hiding the gun behind his arm.
I just.... need to look at his face one last time he told himself. After all, he was so darn cute.
Anthony noticed his presence, shifting slightly to get him in his peripheral vision.
"I'm sorry about that, that little tire pressure light goes off at random sometimes. Better safe than sorry though, right?"
"Y-yeah..." Micheal trailed off, raising his gun as Anthony stood up. The taller man didn't take long to notice the gun in Micheal's hand. He swung his hand up, just as Micheal pulled the trigger. He had grabbed the chubby man's wrist just in time, the bullet barely missing his head.
They were both silent, each studying the other's expression.
Anthony's expression was startled, looking almost hurt. He stared into Micheal's eyes as if to say, "Why? Is there something wrong?"
Micheal looked slightly frightened, this had never happened to him before. It was as if he only just realized that Anthony was so much stronger than him. He. Was. Fucked.
Anthony suddenly looked behind him, turning back and sweeping Micheal out of the road. A semi sped past them, as if it either hadn't noticed the other vehicle's presence, or just didn't care. It continued driving away, until only its red lights were visible to Micheal and Anthony.
Anthony stared after it, as did the smaller male next to him. He had pulled said man close to his chest on instinct after saving him. It took several seconds for Micheal to realize their closeness. He pushed himself away, turning dark red. He also happened to notice one specific detail. Anthony had the gun. Shit.
Anthony looked at the weapon closely before, to Micheal's shock, putting it in his pocket. He slowly approached Micheal, who was backed against the car's hood. Anthony grabbed him gently by the forearm, pulling him upwards so his mouth was near his ear.
"Get in the car, Micheal."
