Muke Oneshots

I didn't know where else to go

Am I supposed to sit in my online class right now and do stuff? Yeah Maybe but I'm too bored so I came on Wattpad lol.

I don't want to let go from this OS so don't be surprised when a part two comes up/out of nowhere.

Luv

-J

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Michael was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea and a cigarette in his hand, just chilling out the rest of the day while watching the news.

It was quite boring to only hear about himself and his plan to rule the world.

But that's the price he had to pay for being the bad guy in the story.

He just chilled when his doorbell rang loudly, interrupted the newslady in her monologue.

Michael kept sitting and watched the smoke rising from his mouth as he took the last drag and squished the cigarette out.

The bell rang again and again till Michael gave in, picked his swore up and sneaked to the door, looked through the peephole but saw nobody.

Curiosity got the best of him so he slowly opened the door to take a peek out.

"Oh fuck!" he squeaked and slammed the door close.

"Please help me." the weak Voice of his enemy said and something fell against the door.

Michael hesitated before he shook his head and went back in the living room to smoke another cigarette.

The silent made him suspicious, he just forced himself to stay in the living room.

But after half an hour with no noise or movement Michael got up, his weapon ready to kill someone when he opened the door.

His front porch was covered in blood as the local hero was laying on it, half way into unconsciousness.

"What in the actual fuck?" Michael exclaimed and looked around, as if it was a scam.

"Sorry." Luke could barely keep his eyes open. "I didn't know where else to go."

The villain got caught by suprise as he looked down to his passing out enemy. "Na fuck off. You can't just force me to save you when my whole job is to beat the living shit out of you for lord's sake."

Luke giggled. "How time turns tables."

"If this is a trap I'll skin you alive." Michael muttered as he put away his swore and carefully picked Luke up to carry him inside.

He was kinda planless where to put him because he didn't really had something like a guestrooms.

Michael wanted to ask Luke where he would like to have a stay but the hero was finally passed out.

"Oh lord. What am I doing here?"

Michael was not a person who tend to talk to himself but this time he couldn't shut up.

While he nursed around Luke, fixed the disgusting wound on his tummy he was giving himself advices to not loose it all completely.

After making sure the hero wouldn't bleed to death he got a chair and placed it next to the couch, that got misused as a bed for Luke and sat down, starring at his enemy.

With time Michael got tired but he forced himself to stay awake and to not fall asleep.

At 5 am Luke started to blink and slowly woke up, Michael was Hella awake in a matter of seconds.

The hero was confused but smiled at Michael. "Nice to be alive."

"Still...you missed still in your sentence."