Torn In Three | Malum, Muke, Mashton

Chapter Seventeen

-Michael's point of view-

I trailed behind Ashton and Luke towards the stage. Calum was already waiting by the entrance impatiently. Security gave us a nod, and we made our way up the stairs. My heart was beating faster than usual: not only did we have to perform together through our difficulties, but I had also made sure this show would be different from our previous ones.

The three boys ran on stage, me trailing behind. Fans screamed our  names and already I was blinded by the spot light - I was thankful, because it helped take my mind off of everything else.

"Hello, who's ready to rock?" Ashton's loud voice boomed from behind me, followed by only more screaming fans. "Let's go!"

I strummed my new electric guitar, failing to hide the smile forming on my face when there was no drum beat behind me. "What's wrong, Ash?"

I turned around just in time to watch Ashton smash his drum sticks against the weak paper sheets and clingfilm I had placed over his drum set. A loud rip made it's way through the microphone, resulting in Ashton looking confused. However, that confusion finally faded once he realised the culprit to this. He looked up to see me grinning at him, somewhat gleaming in pride.

The fans had finally stopped their screaming and were now as confused as Ashton previously was, completely oblivious to what was happening. "Technical difficulties?" Calum questioned.

"The only difficulty I'm having right now is with Michael." Ashton replied. His face was now drowning in rage, which only lead my smile of accomplishment grow larger.

Fans were now expecting music to be playing, but nothing happened. I was still turned the wrong way, facing Ashton who was sitting helplessly at his broken drums.  "Guess you're a little fucked, mate." Luke was just as peevish as the fans were as he gripped his unused guitar pick.

Another smashing noise came through the loud microphone and Ashton approached the front of the stage where I stood. "You shouldn't do that to drums, Michael." His face was dangerously close to mine as he spoke, purposefully attempting to get his voice heard through my own microphone.

"You would know that, considering my guitar. I see where you're coming from: it is nice to break band member's property." By the obvious expression on my face, I was enjoying this.

Ashton moved closer now, so that we were only a few centimeters from an Eskimo kiss. "You shouldn't get revenge on someone else's revenge, you should know I'm capable of much more." Ashton's hiss sent shivers down my spine.

"You do realise we're still on stage, right?" I heard Luke call from behind us; but I was too far gone with Ashton to give any consideration to what he just said.

I gripped Ashton's arm, the one with still a horrid scar created by my nails, and locked his eyes with mine. "You wanna bet?"

"Try me."

I pulled Ashton's arm down to the ground, then when his neck was vulnerable, I grabbed it with my elbow so he was entirely under my hold. He attempted to struggle free, but my grip was too strong. Ashton didn't stop: his free arm moved skywards at an unbearable speed and hit my stomach, forcing my hold on him to loosen. The boy wriggled free, taking no time before tackling me to the ground of the stage and grabbing my neck, curling his fingers all the way round. "I'm afraid I've got the superiority here, mate. Your arms are twigs compared to mine." Ashton's grip on my neck got progressively tighter, causing me to choke.

Fans screamed again, this time not in adoration. They were probably scared of their favourite band members practically killing each other, which didn't surprise me. Luke and Calum moved over to us in attempt to stop the fighting, but I pushed them away. This was only starting.

My knee shot up from underneath the golden-haired boy and landed right on his crotch, causing him to groan loudly in pain. "Do that in the microphone, let everyone hear how good an aim I am." I managed to say through short breaths from the strangling I was experiencing.

Ashton's grip got even harder. I felt my face flush a deep red as I was now struggling to breathe: all strength I once held now faded as I lay helpless in need for air. "This will teach you not to start what you can't finish." Ashton's smile wasn't his usual cheeky one: this was full of pure resentment.

His face was the last thing I saw before I was finally pulled away from him by Calum and a member of security. "No," my voice cracked as at long last I had air entering my lungs. "I'm not done with him." Exhilaration pumped through my body, allowing me to escape the two-man hold on me and jump back to Ashton. Luke's struggle to keep Ashton in place failed tragically as the boy leapt away from him and onto me. His fists were already clenched as they moved to hit me back in the stomach, but I stopped them in time and pushed them back to his own face. The hit landed on the side of his nose, causing blood to gush out of him. "Ew, don't bleed on me."

"You did that to me when I was too big for you to handle in bed."

With my own fist this time, I hit Ashton's nose again and then once on his eye. Groans of agony escaped his lips and I nearly smiled at my actions.

Two arms grabbed me again, but this time they were not one of my band member's nor security. I looked up to see police uniform, and my heart stopped.

"Let go of me," I wriggled, but the man's hold was even stronger than Ashton's. I was lifted to my feet, where I looked down to see a bleeding Ashton sit on the floor clutching his eye.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

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Oh shit drama.
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