Here ya go, a seriously dark michael-going-vengeful fic lol! enjoy, and plz dont sue..i dont own anything!
Her blood splashed red and warm into his face.
It smelled of metal and sugar, the latter betraying the owner's true nature.
It dripped down his features, covering his stubble beard and making its way down his neck and onto his shirt collar.
The axe stood erect and inverted, its blade digging like a giant claw into the wood that was now stained red for the rest of its time.
All was quiet and peaceful..
Michael heard the footfalls behind him.
He felt his brother's presence before he spoke:
"I wasn't sure you'd actually kill her."
A solitary tear met the sweet metal of her blood on his cheek.
He did not answer, but merely stared into the crimson ocean he had created on the floor.
The deep voice of Lincoln called quietly again, and in it, Michael detected a minute trace of hesitancy…
"Michael? I know that….she deserved it. But….what exactly is the difference….between murder and revenge?"
The question sent a dull ache through the young man's body.
And it was followed by a cold unlike anything he had ever felt.
He turned to glance at his brother with the deadest of blue eyes.
Lincoln faded from his sight as his imagination answered the question for him:
Blood pouring from the neck of a brown-haired woman.
The sickening thud of metal meeting flesh.
His nephew crying out with tightly shut eyes.
Sara's head falling detached to the floor….
Michael looked down at the decapitated body of "Gretchen".
It didn't matter what the difference between murder and revenge was.
It was satisfying just the same.