Make Me (MxM)

One

"I'll bring the world to your feet... but you'll be at mine, darling"

- J.

As he pushed me up against the wall, holding my collar, I groaned, trying to get his grip off of me. 

"Do you still feel like you wanna play the hero? You messed up Jacks face real bad... it's only normal we return such favour" probably accidentally, but he spat on my face while he was talking. So this is what all the fuss is about? That I stood up for Veronica? I shouldn't get drunk anymore... I don't care enough about Veronica to get in a fight like that, it must have been something else that angered me. 

Fucking hell, I thought we were out of high school. 

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, but I didn't have to keep it for long, because soon he landed a punch, numbing my face entirely. I felt as my nose starts to run, along with my tears. I wasn't crying, more like an instinctive thing. 

"Not so brave now, are we?" I don't remember what his name was... he was blonde and his hair was very shiny, probably covered in some sort of product. It almost appeared as if it were plastic. 

"Brave? What am I supposed to be frightened of?" I wish I would sometimes just shut the hell up. I can't. Have to have the last word. Another punch. I let my head drop, as the world around me started to blur, but I didn't faint. 

As the outlines of the outside world blurred, I saw something... something familiar. A tall, lean man, standing behind them. Elegant, but athletic build, but I could never tell the details, only his silhouette. It happened to me once or twice before... always when I started to pass out, it was some kind of hallucination, I was yet to understand. My eyes wandered off of my attackers for they didn't interest me much, and I stared at the strange creation of my mind. 

Before, it was almost just a black outline, but now I could almost see his clothes, his hair, and a few features. I felt like he was smiling.

"Freak! Don't dare to ignore me!" another punch, now on my lower body. I grunted, letting my heavy panting escape my lips. I've had just about enough of this guy, and the sorts of him, but even I wasn't held down, there were too many of them for me to fight off.

I glanced up at the man again. He moved without a sound, slowly walking up behind the blondie, his steps just as if he had all the time in the world. He made a swift movement and my eyes widened with terror when I realized that his hand went through the blonde's chest. He pulled it out almost immediately, and my gaze went instantly up, to see the eyes of the bully. What was that? He didn't seem to notice the pain, none of them seemed to notice the man, which is only natural since I was probably having some strange hang-over effects. 

"Are you done?" I questioned calmly, but I didn't get an answer. His grasp loosened around my collar, and the next thing I saw was him dropping to my feet, his body falling with the lifelessness of a corpse. His friends ran to him, and I just stared at the boy, as they tried to wake him up. 

"He's not breathing" one of them shouted "Fuck, man. What the fuck" panic was spreading through everyone involved in the situation, and I'm not gonna lie, I was also completely astonished, but my eyes were drawn to the man. He did this. Somehow... he did this. 

He smiled at me again. He was too blurry for me to see clearly, but his smile was so signature evil, so vile and seductive, even mocking, that I was sure I could have not created such an image. 

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