Title: Say Something (I'm giving up on you)
Summary: Mafia AU. God is the Mafia boss.
His blood will forever be on your hands, Michael.
Song this chapter is based from: "Say something" by A great big world Featuring Christina Aguilera
youtube dot com (slash)watch?v=BmErRm-vApI
Pairing(s): Michifer, slight Samifer
Warning(s): Incest, character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Sea: So, yeah…
I love tumblr and the pics I find on there.
The pic (of which I'll be using as the story pic) is a pair of hands with blood covering them and some of the forearms showing.
I fucking LOVE the text though.
Red: Lucifer? Brother, wake up. No. What – what have I done?
White: No! Please! Michael please don't do this! MICHAEL!
Grey: His blood is forever on your hands Michael
So, that text gave me a couple different ideas to do with this.
I decided to go with the Mafia AU.
Sorry if you don't like this or find it too morbid or something, but yeah… I don't give a fuck.
Um, yeah, I think that's it for now…
Oh, and via request, this will be panned out into a few chapters.
It probably won't be more than three or four though.
This will probably go on my fanfic account (on .net ) AFTER I finish it and it is complete.
I have motivation from a friend on my facebook to actually finish it, so hopefully it won't take me more than a week or two…
…
…
Hopefully.
Anyways, please enjoy, and yeah…
No killing the author please
They were sat in chairs before they could even register the room. Why? Why were they brought here? These were the only real thoughts running through Michael Shurley's head. They didn't need to be brought here. Michael had done nothing wrong, and their boss had given Lucifer plenty of chances, right? So… would God (their boss) give Lucifer another chance?
Surely he would…
Right?
Apparently Lucifer Shurley - Michael's younger brother – had the same thoughts running through his mind as a hand slipped into Michael's. He was scared; Michael could tell such from the twitching of his fingers in his hand. The older brother gave the hand a – hopefully – reassuring squeeze as they waited.
Neither had to turn as they knew Raphael and Uriel – two of their cousins – stood by the door to keep an eye on both of them. They were the ones who ratted out Lucifer. Both the Shurley brothers knew this. It also annoyed both the brothers greatly, and they were both sure their cousins knew this. Why were they even still in the room? Both the brothers had this thought. They shouldn't need to be here, and it pissed them both off.
It didn't take much longer for the door to open between the two men and a man to step inside. The man wore a white suit and had brown curly but shaggy hair with a lightly trimmed beard to match. He walked in and moved to sit at the desk hair opposite the Shurley brothers. The man began to arrange a few things on his desk. Some files were taken out of the drawers, they were opened and some papers in them that were arranged, as well as some on the desk already.
"Michael…" The man finally spoke. He only addressed the one brother and decided not to address the second. "I'd like to have a word with you only, please."
Both brothers knew what this meant the moment Raphael and Uriel moved closer to Lucifer. Blue eyes hardened on the man before them before Michael gave his hand a squeeze. It was reassuring, and told Lucifer not to pick a fight at the same time. The younger brother huffed, but decides against his thoughts to speak up. He stood from the chair, Michael's hand slipping from his when he did so. He glared at the man once more before turning his back. He started out the door, Raphael and Uriel following him when he left.
After the three left, Michael looked to the man before him, with confused brown-gold eyes. "…. What is it you wish to speak with me about, God?" Michael asked with the confusion evident in his tone of voice.
After a few moments, the man spoke once more. He looked up from the papers he was still looking at, to gaze straight into the brown-gold shade of Michael's eyes. "You and Lucifer have been a team for a long time, correct?" 'God', as he liked the others to call him, did not wait for Michael to respond. "You are also brothers, and this will be a hard thing for me to ask of you at this moment, but you will thank me when the time comes…"
Michael looked extremely confused. He eyed the elder man and shifted in his seat a little. "God? I am afraid I do not understand…"
After a bit more shuffling of papers, 'God' handed Michael a folder with an assignment inside. He nodded to the folder. "All will be clear after you read your assignment, Michael.
Michael took the folder to pull in his lap to read. He frowned in confusion and slowly, his eyes began to widen as he read the file.
On the file tab, the words read Michael's, assassination. Inside the file was a picture of a blond man with blue-gray eyes who looked exactly like his brother. As he read over the notes of the file, his heart relocated to his lungs. He couldn't breathe for a full minute, it felt like. He felt tears begin to prick in the corners of his eyes. He didn't understand… The file said it was an assassination assignment. And… The picture and the papers in the file indicated that he had to assassinate his brother… But this wasn't right, was it? Maybe 'God' had placed the wrong papers in the file by accident…
"God… I do not understand…" Michael spoke up, looking up from the file to his boss. "These papers… They must have been placed in this file by mistake… right?"
'God' shook his head and looked at Michael with what looked like a solemn expression. "I am sorry, Michael, but that file holds no mistakes… I need you to 'take care' of Lucifer Shurley. He has made far too many mistakes and it has gone on for long enough. He has put this organization and his cohorts in danger far too many times, and I cannot let it pass any longer."
"But…"
"I will hear no excuses, Michael. If you cannot do it yourself, I will ask another to do it for you. I have no doubt you wish for anyone else to hurt him, do you?"
Michael hung his head, and bit his lip. No, he did not want anyone else to hurt his brother. He didn't want to even hurt his brother… But… What else was he supposed to do…?
"… I'll do it myself…" Michael finally agreed after what felt like a life time.
'God' nodded and gave Michael an apologetic look. "I am sorry, Michael, but it is for the best."
Michael did not look at the man. He simply closed the file and held it with tight hands. "…. Is that all you needed, sir?"
"Yes. You may leave now, Michael… And I expect this to be finished in forty-eight hours."
The dark haired male winched, but gave a nod as he stood. "Yes, sir." He spoke before he moved to leave.
Michael walked out of the office and past the three who were waiting in the hall. When Lucifer saw his brother just walk by him, it surprised the blond. Usually, Michael would pause just long enough for Lucifer to catch up, but this time, he didn't…
Confused, the blond jumped to his feet to follow the other. "Michael?" Lucifer called out.
If his brother heard him, Michael did not acknowledge it. Thinking he just did not hear him the first time, Lucifer continued to follow the other. Lucifer continued to follow his brother for a whole twenty minutes. The silence was deafening, almost. The whole time, it confused the blond to no ends.
After some time, Michael stopped and turned to face Lucifer. "Luca…. I need some time to myself." Michael's tone was clear and despite his throat hurting, and his eyes filled with pain and regret, he looked directly into his brothers. The brown-gold shade held not only pain and regret. They were also filled with something that Lucifer would consider hope that the younger brother would understand he needed the time. "God gave me an order that I will regret… And I just need to be alone for a while. Go bother Gabriel or something."
Lucifer was hesitant to leave his brother, but after some time, he nodded and backed up two steps. "Yes, brother." With that, the blond left to go spend some time with their youngest brother, Gabriel.
It's been thirty-six hours now. Michael feels like he hates himself as he pockets the ammo and the MKIV Webley pistol. As he did this, he pulled out his cell phone and called Lucifer's phone. He pressed the phone to his ear and waited for two and a half rings before his brother picked up. "Lucifer?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Borrow Gabe's bike and meet me at the warehouse down the road on Marion, please."
Again, he did not wait for an answer before he hung up. If he was going to do this, he could not listen to his brothers' voice. He could not allow himself to get caught up in this. He would treat this like any other job he's been given…
Twenty minutes later, Michael stood in waiting just inside the ware house he told his brother to meet him at. Lucifer parked the bike just beside Michael's truck before he walked inside. The blond was just as confused as the almost thirty seven hours ago.
"Michael?" Lucifer called when he entered the building. He looked around until he spotted the elder brother and walked over to him. "Michael, what are you doing?"
Soon, it was too late for his brother to ask much anything else. Michael held the pistol in his hands, the limbs were shaving as he pointed it at the blond. "Lucifer… I don't want to do this… And I am sorry, brother, but I have my orders…" His voice was tight and the raven haired brother refused to look his brother in the eyes.
"Michael? What are you doing with that gun…? Michael…" Lucifer looked to his brother with worried eyes.
Michael shook his head and one bullet flew from the barrel. He aimed purposefully so he wouldn't kill his brother. The bullet passed and a scorch mark began to become visible on Lucifer's right leg on the outside. Around the area, it began to grow red.
"Michael… Please don't do this…"
Michael clenched his eyes shut.
"No! Please!"
The pleading hurt Michael on the inside. It was tearing him apart.
"Michael!"
After another moment, the gun fell from his hands and Michael sank to his knees. "Leave!"
Lucifer watched in horror as his brother dropped to his knees.
"Lucifer, leave! Please!" His voice was desperate. Michael didn't want to kill Lucifer… but if he stayed, Michael knew he would have no choice.
"Micha…"
"I said GO!"
There was silence for a long almost five minutes, but finally the echoing footsteps of Lucifer leaving finally met Michael's ears.
The black haired brother cupped his face in bot his hands, and Michael sobbed into his hands. What had he just done? He was an awful brother…
He had driven away his brother… And along with a would be lover, if they had ever had the chance.
"No… What – what have I done?"
Sea: Well… There you go. There's the first chapter.
Hope you enjoy, you sadistic bastards…
