Malcolm Bright Imagines

Good Guy? x Male reader

Requested by: -AngelMaria-

A/N: So, basically, reader is a serial killer and is targetting men who are getting close to Malcolm. He thinks he's doing the right thing to protect Malcolm, but obviously he's doing it the wrong way. So I hope you enjoy and i'm sorry if it sucks.

TW: Blood, guns and swearing.
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Your P.O.V.

"Please. I'll do anything you want. Just let me g-" BANG.
I shoot the guy in front of me. He thought he could get close to Malcolm. I don't think so. He's been through enough. I have to protect him. I grab the body and drag him to my car, making sure nobody sees. I then get in a drive to the outskirts of the city. I find a nice spot and decide to leave him. I park the car and get out. I dig a shallow grave and put him in before covering him with dirt.

I jump back into my car and drive back to the city, and back to my apartment.

*Skip to the apartment*

I quickly head inside and make sure no one sees the blood that covers my arms and chest. I jump in the shower and wash off. I shut off the water before getting out and wrapping a towel around my waist. I walk out of the bathroom before walking to my room and getting changed. Just then, I hear a knock at my door.

"NYPD. Open up." 

Shit. I thought I was careful. Be cool. Be cool.

I go to the door and open it.

"Hello. Officers. Can I help you?"
"Yes. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
"What? Why?" Even though I asked why, I still turned around and put my hands behind my back. One of the officers cuff me and takes me to the police car.

Malcolm's P.O.V.

"We got him Malcolm. We'll meet you in the precinct." Gil says over the phone.

"Okay. Bye."

(Y/n) (y/l/n). He was a good friend of mine back when we were young. But after my dad was arrested, we lost contact and we haven't seen each other since. I get ready and head down to the precinct to meet up with the team and (y/n).

*Skip to the interview room*

"(Y/n), did you kill all those men?"

(Y/n) looked down and said nothing.

"I need you to answer the question."

He still said nothing, which kinda irritated me.

"Did you kill those men?!" I raise my voice a bit.
"Y-YES! I-i D-did! But I only did it to p-protect you, and have you for myself."
"What do you mean protect me?"
"I just... I didn't want to see you get hurt again. You don't deserve it."
"You didn't want to see me get hurt, yet you killed people who were getting close to me! That doesn't make sense!!"

We continue talking before we have enough evidence to arrest (y/n) and charge him with first degree murder. I cuff him up before I take him out of the precinct and take him downtown to jail.

"I'm sorry Mal. I just thought I was protecting you." (Y/n) says from the backseat. I just ignore him and keep driving.