Proven Guilty ☯ Muke

Michaels Prologue

A/N I wrote this like a year ago an I never had the courage to post any of it like I literally had the whole plot and chapters written in a copy and I found it recently so I thought I'd put it up and see if it's good

YOLO?????

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I watch as every time I thrust my knife into flesh, a small trickle of blood starts to make its way to the stone cold pavement, forming a pool of sticky dark redness that stains the cobbled ground. Each time the knife drives into them, I like to stare into their eyes. It's a force of habit.

Every facial movement tells a story. It is mostly faces of pain contorting their expressions but if you look closely you can see flashes of emotions such as confusion, fear, suffering, and most of all regret.

Regret for the things they did, or regret for the things they didn't do. I couldn't give a fuck.

I think about him. I think about how he was in the same position. Alone. Innocent. I wonder if he showed any emotions as the piece of scum slowly dying in front of me.

He starts to call out for help, but the blood has already reached the top of his throat and all that comes out is small rasps of unrecognisable words. His face changes from worry to pure terror as he realises there is no one to save him. No one is there to rescue him.

Why should there be? No one was there to save my Ashton.

"This is for you Ashton" I whisper to myself. Then I notice the person beneath me become uneasy. His eyes open wide as his heart rate quickens inhumanly. It's him. Oh my god it's him.

I notice how he slowly hides his wrist behind his back. Blood trickling down his stomach. I snatch his hand up and tug down his sleeve. My breath catches when I see the watch on his wrist.

It's the one I gave to Ashton.

A sudden wave of emotion crashes over me. I can't wait for him to slowly bleed to death, he needs to be punished. Now.

My ears start to ring so I don't hear him softly apologising, begging for my forgiveness.

The only thing I can hear is the loud cracks his skull makes against the wall and his feet giving way beneath him.

His whole body finally shudders and he collapses lifelessly into his own pool of blood.

I slowly remove the watch from his wrist, wincing at the once happy memories it gave. It feels cool against my now scalding skin. I run my fingers against the engravement on the shiny silver.

'To ash, I will always love you. To the moon and back. Love, mikey x'

I can't stop the tears by now, but I have to remain calm and finish the rest of my plan.

I fish my mobile from my pocket and dial the numbers. With a shaking hand I place the phone to my ear.

"Hello. 9-1-1 what is your emergency?"

"There's been a murder" I say, my eyes fixed on the watch.

"Can I have your location sir?" The operator hurriedly asks me.

"24th street" I mumble "Dont worry though, take your time, I'm not going anywhere soon" and with that I end the call and place the phone back in my pocket along with the watch.

It's not until five minutes later that I can hear the sirens blare softly in the distance.

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I hope that I am never accused of any crime when I'm older because I was like 13 writing this and I was dark af what the hell.

Oh well I really like it tho haha