No Clue

Killer Queen

Luke slept peacefully in his bed. The troubles of the day seemed to vanish in thin air as the young boy dreamed of a life before his terror.

A sudden breeze came through his window as it was shimmied open, causing the drapes to flap in the wind. Luke shivered in his sleep as he flipped onto his side and pulled his blanket up to his chin. Michael stepped into the room silently and shut the window behind himself. He fixed the curtains before turning to see his obsession. He smiled softly as he crept forward, standing directly over the boy's bed. A light came on suddenly outside the room, shining from the crack underneath the door. A soft voice spoke and Michael quickly hid in the closet, pulling the door most of the way closed.

"I just want to check on him," Liz whispered, opening the door and peeking in. Michael watched from the cracked door of the closet, seeing the woman fixing the blanket around her son.

"He's fine darling, let him sleep," Anne said softly. Liz pressed a soft kiss to Luke's forehead before turning and walking out of the room. Michael sat in his hiding spot for a few minutes, waiting for the light in the hallway to flick off. Once he was in the clear, he crept out of the closet and walked back over to Luke's bed, examining the boy's sleeping features.  He reached out and brushed his hair away from his face, taking in every detail of his beautiful boy. Luke shofted in bed once again before his blue eyes fluttered open. His gaze landed on Michael and he sat up quickly, trying to back away as he whimpered in fear. Michael clapped his hand over Luke's mouth, putting a finger to his own lips.

"Shh, shh... it's okay, baby. I'm back... we can finally be together," he whispered. Luke began crying silently, shaking in his place as the man sat on his lap. "I've missed you so much..." He removed his hand and pressed their lips together. Luke pulled away and looked down, stifling a sob when he saw the gun in Michael's pants.

"P-please don't hurt me," Luke whispered. "Please, Michael..."

"I would never hurt you, baby," Michael said, lifting the boy's gaze. "I love you..."

"W-why are you here? What do you want?"

"I want to be with you. Just like we planned...." Luke shook his head as more tears escaped.

"Y-you kidnapped me. Beat me, tortured me... r-raped me..."

"No-"

"You tried to kill me, Michael."

"N-no. I tried  to be with you."

"Why would I ever want to be with you?" He cried. Michael felt anger slowly creeping im.

"You said you loved me..."

"You would have killed me if I didn't.  Maybe it would have been better that way..." Michael pulled the gun out of his pants and stood up, pointing it at Luke as tears escaped.

"Y-you lied to me?" Luke didn't say anything. He just stared down the barrel of the pistol, his eyes wide with fear. "I love you, Luke... th-they did this to you. They brainwashed you!"

"M-Michael-"

"No! You love me Luke. I-I'll prove it to you..." he turned and pressed the gun to his own head.

"No, Michael. Don't!" Luke said, hearing his pulse in his ears.

"You'll see... you'll remember."

"Michael, please..." he begged. He didn't want to watch someone die right before his own eyes. He didn't want to live with the constant guilt of Michael killing himself because of Luke. "Y-you're right... It's my family... They must have brainwashed me..."

"That's it!" Michael said, kneeling on the bed once again and straddling Luke. "You'll come back with me... We'll go back to the cabin, and no one will ever find us. We can finally live together forever. Just like we always wanted..." Luke stifled another sob.

"D-don't take me from my family again," he begged.

"You're going to come with me, Luke... Or I will kill every fucking member of your fucking family. Do you understand me?" he asked, pushing the barrel of the gun against the temple of his forehead. Luke took in a deep breath mixed with a sob, closing his eyes tightly. 

"O-okay," he whispered. "Okay, I'll go with you... Just let me pack a bag..." Michael smiled happily and put both hands on either side of Luke's face, kissing him passionately.

"I love you so much," he said softly. "I'll show you that you loved me too..." Michael stood up and locked the bedroom door so no one could barge in on them. Luke stood up and snuck his cellphone that sat on his bedside table into the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulled on a pair of socks and shoes before shoving his backpack full of clothing. He stood in his small closet and wrote a quick note as Michael watched out the window, hoping to leave his family as many clues as possible to help them find him this time. Luke pulled on a black jacket and slipped his bag over his shoulders.

"Let's go," he whispered. "Before my family comes to check up on me..." Michael grabbed Luke's hand and pushed open the window, leading him outside. They silently made their way into the alley and began walking along the streets with hoods over their heads. Michael led Luke towards another hideout he and G had hidden away. Their final spot to meet at in case they were ever separated. 

After walking for a few blocks, Michael ducked into another alleyway and pulled back a broken chain link fence, motioning for Luke to duck under with the gun that was still in hand. 

"You keep saying you love me," Luke said quietly, following him into an abandoned garage. "I'm pretty sure you don't threaten the people you love with a gun..."

"This isn't for you, baby boy," Michael said. He tucked it into the back of his pants and pulled a large, blue tarp off of a black SUV, similar to the one they had used to kidnap him in the first place. "It's for anyone that gets in our way..." Michael opened up the back end and motioned for him to get in.

"W-why am I sitting back here," he asked, panic rising in his chest. "I-I already know where the cabin is... They broadcast it on television..."

"Exactly. We can't go back there. I could tell that you don't trust me, so I had to tell you that just in case you tried leaving your family any clues..." Luke felt his heart sink, knowing that his phone was his only hope now. He slowly climbed into the back of the car and put his backpack off to the side. "Sit down," Michael said, pulling out a black rope from a small compartment built into the back of the SUV. Luke sat down, a feeling of utter hopelessness settling in as he lifted his hands up for Michael to tie together. He felt his hands being bound together as a tear slipped down his cheek. "This is going to be a long ride, so I think it's best if you sleep through it..." Michael pulled a small glass vial from the same compartment and held it off, showing off the vibrant blue liquid.

"N-no... No, please," Luke begged, although his body ached to feel the wonderful drug coursing through his veins again. 

"This will just help calm you down," Michael whispered, filling a syringe with the fire-filled liquid. Luke shook his head and tried pulling himself away from Michael. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, gently grabbing Luke by the hair and tilting his neck. He pushed the needle into the boy's neck and slowly released the drug. Luke clenched his fists as the fire set itself in his veins. Once this felt amazing to him, but after a few months of sobriety, it was back to its painful sting. Luke's jaw unwillingly clenched up and he lay down on his side, grunting in pain as the feeling of glass ripping his veins apart shot through him. The sudden bliss set in and he let out a soft and peaceful breath, looking up towards Michael. "I'll see you when we get to our new home, baby boy," he whispered, before pecking him on the lips. Michael got out of the car and slammed the back doors shut, locking them up and making his way back to the front seat. He finally got what he wanted. He had his Luke back.