"Oof- sorry man"
I said, bumping into someone on the way home, i dropped my coffee cup
"Oh shit!"
I noticed that my coffee had splashed on his shirt, i felt so embarrassed. My face went red with the shame
"Sorry! I'm so sorry"
I sighed, picking up my cup
"No, it was my fault"
The man said
"I wasn't looking where i was going"
He had very.. very blonde hair with turquoise blue-green eyes
"I'll- get you another"
He said, brushing himself off
"If you'll let me"
"Oh, uhh.. sure"
I nodded, smiling
"Can i ask how old you are?"
He looked to the side then back to me
"S-sixteen"
He said, putting his hand on the back of his neck
"Oh nice, me too"
I smiled
"I'm y/n by the way"
"Michael"
He shook my hand
"Uhh.. what ways the coffee shop?"
"Café"
I corrected him
"It's uhh.. this way"
I walked off, letting him follow me
I walked into a café, he followed. He ordered "a regular coffee"
I laughed at the naiveness, he was handed a drink and then guided me to a table
"You wanna see a trick?"
He smiled, standing up
"Uhh.. sure"
I smiled, he walked away and came back with a glass of water
He sat back down and put the water in front of him
"Watch"
He smiled, i watched the water intently
It slowly turned a wine red color
"Hah, no way"
I smiled, picking up the glass and tasting it
"This is actual wine!"
I put the glass back down
"Are you, like, Jesus or something?"
I asked
"Eh.. kind of"
He shrugged
"That's so cool"
I admired him
"Could you do it with anything else?"
"I don't know, I've never tried"
He shrugged
"Hey, i gotta go to a hotel. Wanna come?"
I nodded
"Sure, what do you need to do in it though?"
I asked
"Eh, just some stuff"
He held out his hand
I finished my coffee and took his, we walked to a hotel called the "Cortez" hotel
We took an elevator up to somewhere, Michael guided me to a room
A man with black hair was sat across from a woman in a pink shirt
"What a fascinating specimen"
The black haired man whispered
"Alive yet also so intimate with the dead"
Michael and the girl started talking, my attention drew to the man with the black hair
"Holy shit"
I gasped
"You're James Patrick March! Also known as the Ten Commandments killer. Also known as beloved husband of Elizabeth. Also known as hotel owner"
"My, my. You've done your research"
He smiled
"I studied you at school"
I smiled back
"You we're a fascinating topic, i can't believe I'm actually meeting you! Does this mean i have bragging rights?"
The girl in the pink shirt took Michael hand
"Be right back"
She sighed
"I'll meet you in the lobby in a sec"
Michael said
"Come down soon though"
I nodded and took the seat that the lady in pink sat in
"Holy shit"
I repeated
"I can't believe your.. how are you still alive?"
"Im not"
He flashed a smile
"Im perfectly dead"
He took off his neck thing, and showed me a large deep cut along his throat
"knew it"
I sat back in the chair
"Im never wrong, i knew you killed yourself. Everyone goes "oh no.. he died in police custody" but that's totally wrong, you died on your own terms and took out your personal maid with you"
"You did extraordinary research, i can't believe the amount of dedication you've put into me"
He smiled
"I only did it so i could understand the minds of criminals"
I sighed
"I'm into criminal psychology, i can say you're insane"
"We gotta go"
Michael stood by the door
"That's my ride"
I stood up
"See ya"
I walked over to Michael
"Wanna take a trip into hell with me?"
He asked, guiding me out of the room
"Sure!"
I smiled, we walked out of the hotel
"Okay, you gotta keep close to me the whole time. I don't wanna risk looking you in hell"
He smiled back
I nodded, he told me to close my eyes so i did. I then opened them and i was in a store
We walked over to a girl folding clothes
"Hello, Maddison"
Michael greeted the girl
"You don't belong here"
She said
"Neither of you do. You're not like the others"
"You can tell? That's interesting"
Michael hummed
"I would think most souls wouldn't have any awareness in their personal hell. The confusion would only add to their suffering"
"Well, I've always had the curse of being right and knowing more than everyone else, so i guess me knowing I'm in hell is ironic or something"
She shrugged
"And who the hell is she?"
"I'm y/n"
I stuck out my hand
"Nice to meet you"
I shook her hand
"Maddison Montgomery"
She shrugged
"Holy shit"
I said for the millionth time that say
"You're-"
"A star? I know"
She sighed
"No? You're related to Nora Montgomery, and Charles Montgomery"
I smiled
"You know who they are?"
Maddison asked
"Yeah, they died in the murder house"
I said
"So your into true crime?"
She asked
"Yeah, but i haven't done much research into it though.. i only know about the original owners of the house"
I said
"Uhh.. this is Michael.. he's gonna get you out of here"
She did a fake laugh
"Ha, yeah right"
She rolled her eyes and bent over to pick up a towel
Michael kept his foot on it
"What's the catch?"
She asked, looking up at him
"Do i have to blow you or something?"
"No"
Michael shook his head
"Well.. when we get out of here can i do it anyway? You're a snack and i haven't had a good dicking in forever"
She smiled, standing up
"Damn, a hoe even in the afterlife. Huh?"
Queenie said, walking out from a shelf
Maddison ran into Queenie, giving her a hug
They chatted for a little bit, i looked over at Michael
"I seriously cannot believe that you can do this"
I gasped
"This is seriously cool"
He smiled
"Thanks"
He then turned to the duo
"I need you both. There's work to do"
He said
"For our powers?"
Maddison asked
"No, to prove a point"
He said
"Just take me. Please! Okay? Whatever you need, I'll do it"
Maddison said, walking towards him
"I'll promise to be so good if i get another chance"
"Now why would you do something silly like that?"
Michael asked
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Michael Langdon x y/n 😻😻
RomanceHe's yummy okay 🙄 Michael LIES about his age 💔💔 he says he's sixteen (google says that's his physical appearance and mental age) but he's been on earth for 5-9 years
