forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arthur smiled at him, refusing to comment on the other's red face.

(His face doesn't turn red….)

"So…." Mikhail mumbled awkwardly, not sure what to do.

Arthur watched him curiously, "You usually send hours out here… what do you do?"

"Umm-tracking down other villains, going on small missions, talking with my friends, and other stuff like that." Mikhail answered.

"Missions?" asked Arthur, "What for?" (Cue being summoned for said mission or something..)

Mikhail was about to answer until his screen popped up again, informing him about one of his missions. "I-um-actually have to go right now, sorry." He said before kissing Arthur's cheek and heading off.

Arthur blinked in surprise, before jogging after him in pure curiosity.

Mikhail didn't know Arthur was behind him and quickly walked into a small meeting room with some other people. "What happened?"

Arthur figured he shouldn't be in there, so he used a camoflague spell, blending in with the wall as he slipped into the corner.

Zyra glanced at Mikhail then made a larger screen showing the information that was needed to answer the question.

The screen displayed a bio about Arthur and there was one category at the bottom,

Mission assigned to: Mikhail Dean.

"You want me to kill Arthur? Are you insane?!" He asked, slamming his hands on the table and glaring heavily at everyone there.

Arthur's breath caught. Why……

Zyra sighed annoyedly and stood up. "If you won't kill him then, fine, someone else will do it, don't come crying to us when you find his dead body."

Mikhail took his hands off the table and kept glaring at Zyra. "If any of you even touch him, I will make sure you don't even come out of a hospital again."

Arthur stood there, frozen in fear. They…. must know… about Shadowfang…. he thought, I thought I'd escaped him….. I thought I was safe!

"Why does he even need to be killed? Did he do something wrong?" Mikhail asked, glancing at the room and waiting for an answer.

A man with brown hair and blue eyes piped up. "It's because he's a villain, we can't just let him roam around the city just because he's your boyfriend."

I'm not! I never wanted to hurt anyone! thought Arthur frantically, though he did not dare make a sound now. The one who hurt people.. that wasn't me….

"But he doesn't kill anyone now, does he?" Mikhail asked, not wanting to face the fact that he might have eto do the job.

N-no… I would never… thought Arthur, knowing he had to get out of there, and fast.

"Fine, I'll kill him. Just…let me take my time, okay?" Mikhail asked, knowing very well that he was lying straight through his teeth. He would probably just delay it as long as he could then when it came to a point where he couldn't delay it anymore, he'll probably just hide Arthur somewhere and say he had killed him.

Arthur froze, everything seemed to fall away. N-No….

"See? I told you he would do it," Zyra replied, glancing at everyone. "Fine, but don't take too long, or else it will be transferred to someone else."

Mikhail nodded and walked out the door, shutting it and immediately sighing in relief. What if they ask for proof? What would I do then?

Arthur followed him out the door, but he didn't dare drop his camo spell. as soon as he was far enough away he began to run. All the safety he'd felt with Mikhail was gone. he ran through the crowds as fast as he could without revealing his location. As soon as he got to the door to the outside he pushed it open and bolted.

The alarms in the building blared loudly after Arthur had ran out, making Mikhail instantly look around for Arthur. "Where is he…?" He mumbled to himself, ignoring everyone else who were practically having a panic attack. This place hadn't been broken into for centuries.

(The alarms are only blaring because they didn't see anyone exit the place but they saw the door open and close)

(Oof.. whelp. Arthur is panicking so they can deal.)
Arthur ran hard and fast into the woods, fear and betrayal clouding his judgement. Shifting to wolf form he ran literally as fast as he could, as far as he could. He didn't stop for a good hour, before he broke down, exhausted, gasping for breath, and crying.