Category: M/M With Courtney
Spoilers: EoTW, thats about it.
Rating: PG-R possibly
Disclaimer: Nah, i don't own anything, nothing worthwhile anyways.
Michael cursed while cleaning up the peices to his Tv. He knew Espn was now
replaying the hockey game he missed during Alex's little tirade. He blamed
Courtney for this to ofcourse. If she just would have stood still while he
shot out his power, he would have nailed her instead of his second hand Tv,
and he could possibly be getting a score on the hockey game right about now.
After cleaning up the mess and setting it aside to reconstruct later, he
walked over to what was left of his window and looked out into the darkness.
He wondered where Courtney was. He thought about going to look for her, but
figured he should get his apartment back to the way it was. Michael raised
his hand and waved it over the jagged peices on the ground. They hovered for
a minute, then started molding themselves together into a window.
Michael was having a hard time grasping the concept of Courtney actually
being an enemy. Sure, he pulled her skin off, but he thought he'd atleast get
some warning before it came to that. Maybe a flash here or there before she
started discarding strips of her skin in his hands.
When he was finished, he pulled the curtains over the windows hoping to block
out the sun that would soon be rising. There were many plus's to having the
day off tomorrow. He could sleep in, maybe explain things to Maria, and if
Courtney actually had the nerve to show up and work tomorrow he wouldn't have
to put up with her constant grabby hands.
Michael layed on his mattress and pulled the covers up over him. Just as he
was drifting off to sleep he heard a loud thud at his door and what sounded
like a knock. He begged that it was the drunk next door mistaking apartments
and not some killer aliens, so he could try and get some rest. He heard his
door knob shake and then stop abruptly before shaking again.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Michael yelled while kicking off his covers
and making his way to the door. "Stupid drunks, I thought I left those back
at the trailer park." He unlocked his door and opened it just a crack. The
person standing against his door shook slightly causing some long blond hair
to suddenly become visible.
Michael noticed some things while standing there. First, the blond hair had a
dark reddish tint to it. Secondly, everytime the person on the other side
moved they let out a low moan and the strands of hair left reddish spots
against the wall. Finally, when Michael looked down to the floor, a liquidy
substance started seeping under the door almost soaking his socks.
Realization hit him and he yanked the door open the rest of the way, only to
have the girl fall into him.
"Mich..." the girl strained to say before blacking out.
"Maria, what the hell?" Michael questioned as he kicked his door shut and
carried her to the couch. It took all his strength not to vomit as he finally
got a good look at the beaten girl.
Spoilers: EoTW, thats about it.
Rating: PG-R possibly
Disclaimer: Nah, i don't own anything, nothing worthwhile anyways.
Michael cursed while cleaning up the peices to his Tv. He knew Espn was now
replaying the hockey game he missed during Alex's little tirade. He blamed
Courtney for this to ofcourse. If she just would have stood still while he
shot out his power, he would have nailed her instead of his second hand Tv,
and he could possibly be getting a score on the hockey game right about now.
After cleaning up the mess and setting it aside to reconstruct later, he
walked over to what was left of his window and looked out into the darkness.
He wondered where Courtney was. He thought about going to look for her, but
figured he should get his apartment back to the way it was. Michael raised
his hand and waved it over the jagged peices on the ground. They hovered for
a minute, then started molding themselves together into a window.
Michael was having a hard time grasping the concept of Courtney actually
being an enemy. Sure, he pulled her skin off, but he thought he'd atleast get
some warning before it came to that. Maybe a flash here or there before she
started discarding strips of her skin in his hands.
When he was finished, he pulled the curtains over the windows hoping to block
out the sun that would soon be rising. There were many plus's to having the
day off tomorrow. He could sleep in, maybe explain things to Maria, and if
Courtney actually had the nerve to show up and work tomorrow he wouldn't have
to put up with her constant grabby hands.
Michael layed on his mattress and pulled the covers up over him. Just as he
was drifting off to sleep he heard a loud thud at his door and what sounded
like a knock. He begged that it was the drunk next door mistaking apartments
and not some killer aliens, so he could try and get some rest. He heard his
door knob shake and then stop abruptly before shaking again.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Michael yelled while kicking off his covers
and making his way to the door. "Stupid drunks, I thought I left those back
at the trailer park." He unlocked his door and opened it just a crack. The
person standing against his door shook slightly causing some long blond hair
to suddenly become visible.
Michael noticed some things while standing there. First, the blond hair had a
dark reddish tint to it. Secondly, everytime the person on the other side
moved they let out a low moan and the strands of hair left reddish spots
against the wall. Finally, when Michael looked down to the floor, a liquidy
substance started seeping under the door almost soaking his socks.
Realization hit him and he yanked the door open the rest of the way, only to
have the girl fall into him.
"Mich..." the girl strained to say before blacking out.
"Maria, what the hell?" Michael questioned as he kicked his door shut and
carried her to the couch. It took all his strength not to vomit as he finally
got a good look at the beaten girl.