forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Mikhail kept walking, hoping no one would notice him. But someone did, they quietly followed Mikhail all the way to the bar, waiting for the moment they were alone.

You need to get up and do something
why
You'll turn into a lump if you don't.

Mikhail kept walking unaware of the person following him into the bar and into the Employee's only section.

Arthur sighed getting up to get drink. He was absentmindedly humming his discordant song too.

The man readied the napkin, which was filled with chloroform, in his hand, getting closer to Mikhail. He wrapped his arms his arm around Mikhail and covered his mouth and nose with the napkin, letting him struggle around helplessly before going unconscious.

Arthur sighed, setting the glass in the bottom of the sink, curling back up on the couch.

Arthur yawned, he had slept on the couch again, and had raided Mikhail's closet for one of his hoodies after another bout of nightmares. He figured Mikhail wouldn't mind too much. He was in the kitchen making toast, and searching the fridge for eggs.

(I realized I forgot about George)

Mikhail was startled awake when he felt a sharp pain on his cheek, making him wince in pain as he looked up to see a man who had his arms crossed and looking bored, the man also had a small knife in his hand. "W-Who are you…?" Mikhail asked, his voice sounded raspy from a gag being shoved into his mouth for a long time before.

Arthur finally found the eggs and dug out a frying pan.
This is a very bad idea
"It was your Idea!" said Arthur quietly, pulling out the milk and a fork.

George woke up pretty early, looking around confusingly since Mikhail was usually home by now. He walked down the stairs and looked at Arthur, thinking it was Mikhail again for a second. "Do you know where Mikhail is…?"

Arthur turned to look at him, pausing in his attempt to beat the eggs. "Haven't seen him since he left yesterday to pick you up…." he said, "I figured he went to run the bar last night…."

"Well, he did, but he's usually home by now." George replied, walking into the kitchen. "Need any help?" He asked. Mikhail screamed in pain, blood running down the side of his face now with his eyes shut tight. He was bruised from last night and in pain. Him, a trained hero, captured. It shouldn't be possible in real life, only in comics, yet here he was…

Arthur sighed, "Please" he said, moving to the side, "I can't cook for the life of me…"
Wimp
I can't help that I never had the chance to learn jerk!
Sheesh!

George chuckled and started cooking. "It's fine, I can teach you if you want me to." Another electric shock went through Mikhail's body, making him scream louder, his voice giving out soon. He bows his head as tears fell down his face.

(I have feels….. Arthur's gonna be so mad…)
Arthur sighed, "It's ok, I have other problems to deal with, and food isn't usually an issue for me.." he said gently, "On another note, if Mikahil didn't come back last night then where is he?"

(Same here)

George shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm planning on looking for him after breakfast. Wanna join?" He asked. Mikhail stayed quiet, not being to scream anymore since his voice had given out. The man in front of him laughs violently, a small smile on his face.

"yeah," said Arthur, starting to get a little worried. "I'm sure he's probably ok"

"I hope he is." George mumbled as he finished making breakfast and he took out two plates for both of them. He quickly put some food on both of the plates then handed one to Arthur.

Arthur gratefully took his, "Thanks" he said digging in. "Where do you think we should start looking for Mikhail?"

(Okay then)

"Probably at the bar.." George answered. "I heard you're living with someone else and you have a boyfriend?" The man asked Mikhail, playing with his knife. Mikhail shook his head, not wanting his dad or Arthur to get hurt.

Arthur nodded, "I'll look there first." he said, starting on breakfast. A few minutes later he was done and heading out the door, "I'll bring him back when I find him!" he said to George before heading out towards the bar.

George chuckled and watched Arthur leave before getting up and heading to one of Mikhail's friends house. "Don't lie to me, you little bitch." The man growled, grabbing Mikhail's shirt and leaning into his face while pressing the knife against Mikhail's throat. Mikhail chuckled dryly. "Oh, I'm so scared now. My father has a knife against my neck and looks as if he is going to kill me, which is practically everyday." He said sarcastically. "I dare you to kill me," He added, spitting in his face.