Payback.
ooc: This is the Violent!Mike fic (claimed by logan_maxwell); takes place in present TM!time, and follows this.
Warning:: As you can expect, it's violent. There's no sweet!Mike in this at all, so read at your own risk.
It'd been easy to get information out of Ashlyn about where he could find Gary - all it had taken him was to say he'd talk to her father and see what he wanted to do with her boyfriend and see how he reacted to the whole thing. Ashlyn had glared furiously at him, and for just a second he had felt bad about blackmailing her, but...well, he didn't regret it.
Michael wasn't a saint; he was nowhere near it, but at the same time he couldn't comprehend just how guys hurt women that way. In his eyes, men who did that were no men at all - they were just scum. If before he couldn't understand it, now that he had two sisters he couldn't grasp that idea any better. Ashlyn wasn't his sister, but she didn't deserve anyone treating her that way - no woman did - so Michael would make an example out of him.
A damn bloody example of a bit of what he was capable of.
He knew could just make Ashlyn tell the police, but aside from the fact that she most likely wouldn't just so her father won't find out, he had no faith in the police to handle things right. Not that sort of thing anyway; this was something he was going to take into his own hands. The police department of Boston could be sure he'd take care of it. Heh, he'd even have a little fun.
Gary, Michael had discovered, lived in a nice part of Boston, somewhere where he'd most likely only get about ten minutes to kick Gary around before someone would notice what was going on and call the police. It wasn't as much as he would have liked, but it'd just have to do. The second that Michael saw Gary get out of his car and started to walk towards the townhouse where he lived, Michael stood up from his comfortable spot that had been the hood of his car, and started to move close to him.
It didn't take long before Gary noticed that he was being followed, but instead of cowering back he stood up straight and glared right at Michael. "What are you-"
Before he could continue Michael punched him right in the mouth and pushed him towards a small alley, not bothering with any greetings. Gary stumbled back and punched Michael right back once he got his footing set again, something that only managed to get Michael even more upset. "She's not worth it, you dumbass. She's nothing but a little piece of-"
Instead of letting Gary continue, or even let him try to fight him off, Michael shoved him towards the nearest wall and used him as a punching bag - one that Michael was using to get some of his frustration out. Once he let him go for a few seconds, Gary slid down to the floor as his knees buckled from under him and smirked up at Michael. "Now what? You're going to shoot me?"
The remark caused Michael to blink in sincere surprise. "Shoot you?"
"Yeah, shoot me." Gary stood unsteadly as Michael stretched out his right hand, his knuckles cracking a little as he did so. "Isn't that what thugs like you do?"
"Man, what the fuck do you know about 'thugs' like me?" Another punch, this time right in the stomach. "Huh? Shooting you would be too damn easy. This is...fun."
Gary struggled to catch his breath as he supported himself on all fours on the floor. "You're a cocky bastard if you think you're going to get away with this."
Michael smirked, watching him as he started to scramble up to his feet. "What exactly are you going to do?"
"I'll get you for this." In between words Gary spit out some blood and leaned against the wall. "You can be damn sure I'll get you for this."
Michael's expression didn't change; if anything, his smirk became more smug than before. "And, what, I'm supposed to be scared right now? Go for it. Go ahead and file a report. Have me arrested. I can already tell you it wouldn't be a first." Michael walked over to him as he took in the way that Gary started to cower back. "You hurt her." To make his point, Michael punched him in the face again. "You put your disgusting hands on her. I can pull a couple of strings, too, and have you in the same fucking jail cell just so I can finish the job."
Gary shook his head. "No, I- I had too much to drink, I-"
"I don't give a rat's ass if you were sober or not. You think that gives you any goddamn right to lay a finger on her?" He paused for a moment before punching him again. Before Gary could fall completely on the floor, though, Michael held him up by taking a handful of his hair and forced him to stand up and look up at him. "Nothing ever gives you any right to do that. Ever."
Despite Gary's fear, he smirked up at Michael after wincing since Michael would only hold on tighter to his hair. "You can't tell me you've never hurt anyone. You've never-"
But before he could finish Michael pushed him down on the ground and, as Gary started to try to stand again he simply kicked him in the stomach, sending him back. Gary, finally, seemed to get the message and instead of standing he just stayed on the ground, groaning and wincing. Slowly, Michael made his way over to him and knelt down next to him. He could already feel the adrenaline starting to wear off from that constant buzzing he had been feeling, but instead of feeling guilty he felt a sense of pride as he saw the bruises that were starting to form on Gary's face. Gary, he wholeheartedly believed, deserved them all and even more. "I guess it goes without saying that I don't want you anywhere close to Ashlyn. I don't want you to even look at her, you hear me?"
Michael stood, stretching his right hand again, and without bothering with saying or doing anything else he started to walk over to his parked SUV, feeling calm and even satisfied with what he had done.
Warning:: As you can expect, it's violent. There's no sweet!Mike in this at all, so read at your own risk.
It'd been easy to get information out of Ashlyn about where he could find Gary - all it had taken him was to say he'd talk to her father and see what he wanted to do with her boyfriend and see how he reacted to the whole thing. Ashlyn had glared furiously at him, and for just a second he had felt bad about blackmailing her, but...well, he didn't regret it.
Michael wasn't a saint; he was nowhere near it, but at the same time he couldn't comprehend just how guys hurt women that way. In his eyes, men who did that were no men at all - they were just scum. If before he couldn't understand it, now that he had two sisters he couldn't grasp that idea any better. Ashlyn wasn't his sister, but she didn't deserve anyone treating her that way - no woman did - so Michael would make an example out of him.
A damn bloody example of a bit of what he was capable of.
He knew could just make Ashlyn tell the police, but aside from the fact that she most likely wouldn't just so her father won't find out, he had no faith in the police to handle things right. Not that sort of thing anyway; this was something he was going to take into his own hands. The police department of Boston could be sure he'd take care of it. Heh, he'd even have a little fun.
Gary, Michael had discovered, lived in a nice part of Boston, somewhere where he'd most likely only get about ten minutes to kick Gary around before someone would notice what was going on and call the police. It wasn't as much as he would have liked, but it'd just have to do. The second that Michael saw Gary get out of his car and started to walk towards the townhouse where he lived, Michael stood up from his comfortable spot that had been the hood of his car, and started to move close to him.
It didn't take long before Gary noticed that he was being followed, but instead of cowering back he stood up straight and glared right at Michael. "What are you-"
Before he could continue Michael punched him right in the mouth and pushed him towards a small alley, not bothering with any greetings. Gary stumbled back and punched Michael right back once he got his footing set again, something that only managed to get Michael even more upset. "She's not worth it, you dumbass. She's nothing but a little piece of-"
Instead of letting Gary continue, or even let him try to fight him off, Michael shoved him towards the nearest wall and used him as a punching bag - one that Michael was using to get some of his frustration out. Once he let him go for a few seconds, Gary slid down to the floor as his knees buckled from under him and smirked up at Michael. "Now what? You're going to shoot me?"
The remark caused Michael to blink in sincere surprise. "Shoot you?"
"Yeah, shoot me." Gary stood unsteadly as Michael stretched out his right hand, his knuckles cracking a little as he did so. "Isn't that what thugs like you do?"
"Man, what the fuck do you know about 'thugs' like me?" Another punch, this time right in the stomach. "Huh? Shooting you would be too damn easy. This is...fun."
Gary struggled to catch his breath as he supported himself on all fours on the floor. "You're a cocky bastard if you think you're going to get away with this."
Michael smirked, watching him as he started to scramble up to his feet. "What exactly are you going to do?"
"I'll get you for this." In between words Gary spit out some blood and leaned against the wall. "You can be damn sure I'll get you for this."
Michael's expression didn't change; if anything, his smirk became more smug than before. "And, what, I'm supposed to be scared right now? Go for it. Go ahead and file a report. Have me arrested. I can already tell you it wouldn't be a first." Michael walked over to him as he took in the way that Gary started to cower back. "You hurt her." To make his point, Michael punched him in the face again. "You put your disgusting hands on her. I can pull a couple of strings, too, and have you in the same fucking jail cell just so I can finish the job."
Gary shook his head. "No, I- I had too much to drink, I-"
"I don't give a rat's ass if you were sober or not. You think that gives you any goddamn right to lay a finger on her?" He paused for a moment before punching him again. Before Gary could fall completely on the floor, though, Michael held him up by taking a handful of his hair and forced him to stand up and look up at him. "Nothing ever gives you any right to do that. Ever."
Despite Gary's fear, he smirked up at Michael after wincing since Michael would only hold on tighter to his hair. "You can't tell me you've never hurt anyone. You've never-"
But before he could finish Michael pushed him down on the ground and, as Gary started to try to stand again he simply kicked him in the stomach, sending him back. Gary, finally, seemed to get the message and instead of standing he just stayed on the ground, groaning and wincing. Slowly, Michael made his way over to him and knelt down next to him. He could already feel the adrenaline starting to wear off from that constant buzzing he had been feeling, but instead of feeling guilty he felt a sense of pride as he saw the bruises that were starting to form on Gary's face. Gary, he wholeheartedly believed, deserved them all and even more. "I guess it goes without saying that I don't want you anywhere close to Ashlyn. I don't want you to even look at her, you hear me?"
Michael stood, stretching his right hand again, and without bothering with saying or doing anything else he started to walk over to his parked SUV, feeling calm and even satisfied with what he had done.