forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Oh, already? You're growing up so fast." George mumbled. Mikhail looked confused. "Wait, you're okay with it?"

Arthur could hear the spirit laughing in the back off his head, suddenly standing over him, Violet and silver scaled dragon wings held loosely at his sides. "You're going to have to get over this fear of your own power and show him what you are eventually."
"I… I know… I'm not ready yet…"

"Why wouldn't I be?" George asked. Mikhail smiled and hugged him. "Thank you," He mumbled. "Let's get you out of here."

Arthur sighed, he knew that if Mikhail stuck with him he'd have to show him his chaos abilities… but he wasn't ready for that, he didn't have full control of the transformation, and it hurt.

George nodded and let Mikhail held him get up and lead him outside of the hospital.

You'll have to show him eventually said Discordion, his voice echoing in Arthur's ears.

"Here, what if you go home and I'll be at the bar, I haven't opened it in a while, also tell Arthur I'm at the bar." Mikhail asked, quickly heading towards the bar after George nodded.

Arthur sighed, "I know… but…" he let it hang, knowing that the spirit knew exactly what he meant.

Mikhail kept walking, pulling down his hood to cover his hair even more.

Arthur sighed, he didn't have the energy to move. He didnt want to move. So he stared at the cieling.

Mikhail kept walking, hoping no one would notice him. But someone did, they quietly followed Mikhail all the way to the bar, waiting for the moment they were alone.

You need to get up and do something
why
You'll turn into a lump if you don't.

Mikhail kept walking unaware of the person following him into the bar and into the Employee's only section.

Arthur sighed getting up to get drink. He was absentmindedly humming his discordant song too.

The man readied the napkin, which was filled with chloroform, in his hand, getting closer to Mikhail. He wrapped his arms his arm around Mikhail and covered his mouth and nose with the napkin, letting him struggle around helplessly before going unconscious.

Arthur sighed, setting the glass in the bottom of the sink, curling back up on the couch.

Arthur yawned, he had slept on the couch again, and had raided Mikhail's closet for one of his hoodies after another bout of nightmares. He figured Mikhail wouldn't mind too much. He was in the kitchen making toast, and searching the fridge for eggs.

(I realized I forgot about George)

Mikhail was startled awake when he felt a sharp pain on his cheek, making him wince in pain as he looked up to see a man who had his arms crossed and looking bored, the man also had a small knife in his hand. "W-Who are you…?" Mikhail asked, his voice sounded raspy from a gag being shoved into his mouth for a long time before.

Arthur finally found the eggs and dug out a frying pan.
This is a very bad idea
"It was your Idea!" said Arthur quietly, pulling out the milk and a fork.

George woke up pretty early, looking around confusingly since Mikhail was usually home by now. He walked down the stairs and looked at Arthur, thinking it was Mikhail again for a second. "Do you know where Mikhail is…?"

Arthur turned to look at him, pausing in his attempt to beat the eggs. "Haven't seen him since he left yesterday to pick you up…." he said, "I figured he went to run the bar last night…."

"Well, he did, but he's usually home by now." George replied, walking into the kitchen. "Need any help?" He asked. Mikhail screamed in pain, blood running down the side of his face now with his eyes shut tight. He was bruised from last night and in pain. Him, a trained hero, captured. It shouldn't be possible in real life, only in comics, yet here he was…

Arthur sighed, "Please" he said, moving to the side, "I can't cook for the life of me…"
Wimp
I can't help that I never had the chance to learn jerk!
Sheesh!

George chuckled and started cooking. "It's fine, I can teach you if you want me to." Another electric shock went through Mikhail's body, making him scream louder, his voice giving out soon. He bows his head as tears fell down his face.

(I have feels….. Arthur's gonna be so mad…)
Arthur sighed, "It's ok, I have other problems to deal with, and food isn't usually an issue for me.." he said gently, "On another note, if Mikahil didn't come back last night then where is he?"

(Same here)

George shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm planning on looking for him after breakfast. Wanna join?" He asked. Mikhail stayed quiet, not being to scream anymore since his voice had given out. The man in front of him laughs violently, a small smile on his face.

"yeah," said Arthur, starting to get a little worried. "I'm sure he's probably ok"

"I hope he is." George mumbled as he finished making breakfast and he took out two plates for both of them. He quickly put some food on both of the plates then handed one to Arthur.