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Murder mistletoe [Christmas special]

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~Michaels pov~

This is toughest case the police force has had in the current decade, it's been going on for fucking years and I just want it to fucking end. It's nearly Christmas, and these bozos in the work place have given up so that they can live their lives and enjoy Christmas. Not me though. If this criminal is out there for much longer nobody will be enjoying anything. This case has gone on for long enough, we can't just sit around and wait until this psychopath settles down and retires!

My name is Michael Mell, and I'm working on the Heere case. His name is Jeremy Heere, age is around my age, so 20-25, and he has been murdering since he was around the age of 16. Where he took the life of his mother in revenge for; from what we know of; physical and sexual abuse. He also took the life of two teenagers too, Richard Goranski and Jake Dillinger because they bullied him and attempted to rape him. He is gone, mentally. Totally gone. So gone, nobodies sure of what humanity remains in him.

This kid went to my high school, I once encountered rich and Jake trying getting ready to do their deeds with him. I stopped them. I remember Jeremy's panicked face like it was yesterday, and how tears ran down his face when he told me that his mother gave him the bruise on his neck, and that she'd do it again if he didn't get home.

I could've done more to help, if Jeremy gave me the chance. But by the next day, he'd already taken the life of his mum, rich and Jake.

Still, just because of all the reasons piled up to kill those three, still doesn't mean he can kill them. Or kill the other people he's killed over the years. I haven't seen him since that day when he told me I shouldn't worry about rich and Jake.

So when I hear Jeremy's robbing a seven eleven near by, and murdering anyone who gets in his way, I am already zipping there. Not giving a damn about the speed limit (only looking out for not crashing into civilians.)

My fellow officers warn me not to go in there, that he's managed to kill anybody who walks one step in there and that it would be a shame to put my such amazing work to the graveyard. But I don't care. I'm doing this for the people.

I slam the door open, and dodge the up coming knife. I see him, it's Jeremy. In a unzipped hoodie and a black shirt. The same outfit I saw him wearing in high school. He's sitting in a spinny chair behind a counter. He looks utterly bored.
He yawns, "Wow I missed, that's never happened." Is all he says. He doesn't look at me, but then he does. He raises both of his brows in surprise, and then gives me this suspicious look, "Do I know you? I think I do."

I walk forward with my gun in hand, "Police officer Michael Mell, ring any bells?"
He blinks, and then throws his arms in the air, smiling sinisterly, "Michael! You did become a cop! Congratulations!" He throws an arm behind the chair and puts his legs on the table, "Now I remember, you wouldn't shut up about being a cop."

I glare at him, "No more games, Jeremy. You already took your revenge, it's time to serve your punishment in jail."
Jeremy pouts, "You don't want to see the present I got you?" I look at him in confusion, he clarifies, scratching the back of his head. "Well it wasn't necessarily for you, it was actually for the coppa who came in here cautious instead of barging in like a maniac." He says, referring to the dead bodies on the floor
"I'm not here for your games," I snap, "and I don't want your stupid presents. I just want your sorry ass in jail for what you've done throughout the years."
"But Michaeeelll," Jeremy whines, dragging out my name. "It's Christmas! Tradition! You get your gift and I get my gift, which might I add, going to jail sounds like a great vacation, thank you!"

I walk forward and rest my hands on the counter, "I think the two of us know damn well you're not one for tradition. Otherwise you wouldn't be a murderer."
He grabs a knife from the wall and points it at me, "I think we both know I never had any friends to give presents too, you gave me the gift of seeing you again. It's only fair I give you one back, Michael." He smiles at me, giddy, "So look up, my present is up there."

I glare at him, refusing to look up, he deadpans and grabs my face, making me look up.

There's a mistletoe.

Jeremy giggles at the look of bamboozledment on my face, and crawls on the counter. "It's Christmas tradition." He whispers, and grabs hold of my police collar. I look at him in a gay panic.

"What? You think I would kiss you for Christmas? No way, not happening."
Jeremy just giggles and traces my cheek with his finger, I gulp. "You're funny. You're usually so tense, so it's nice to see this side of you."

Jeremy leans forward and captures my lips. I freeze, utterly gobsmacked. But I figured if I could get Jeremy to submit to this a little, I could grab at his hands and put him in the cuffs.

So it took all of my will power to not pull away and kiss him back, closing my eyes. Well shit, Jeremy's kinda good at this, wrapping his arms around my neck and tilting his head, making me kinda want to kiss him for real. Maybe in another universe I could've saved him, taken him to therapy and get him away from his mother and rich and Jake, maybe we could be happy and something more. But no, he went down this path.

I figure I need to put my hands somewhere in order to get him to think I'm into this, so I can grab his hands later without a trace. So I put my hands on his sides. He winces, and I remember the bruises on his neck, thinking he might have some bruises there too. So I move my hands down to his hips reluctantly and Jeremy sighs contently. Pulling back. Shit fuck okay this isn't working, I need to take this to the next level a little.

I lean in for another kiss and Jeremy makes this kinda surprised noise as I do, pushing him back a little and pulling him closer by his hips, wrapping his legs around my waist, Jeremy makes this shuddering sound that makes it's way to my dick. Well fuck. This is not how I expected this day to happen.

I grab his hands and pull them away from my neck gently, stopping him from digging them in my hair which was also slightly turning me on, I put them by his hips and think this is the perfect time to cuff him, so I swiftly grab the handcuffs-

But then Jeremy pulled away and flipped us over, straddling me and grabbing the handcuffs from me. Ah fuck. "Ahaha~ you thought you could fool me, mikey?~" he pants.

Rats.
"Rats." I cussed as Jeremy pinned my hands above this head and cuffed me. Jeremy giggled.

"Well that was somethin' else... you were my first kiss, and I'm sorta glad it was you. Coppa." Jeremy smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek, grabbing a slushy and shooting me a kiss and a wink on the way out t he door.

Fuck. I was so close.

Jddiosos
I basically rewrote the whole thing lmao

Anyways,,, mERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!

Edit: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
I definitely need to make a part two.