Romans & histoires Mike Perry Spitting Blood

We all gasped. I hate being right. Instinctively, we all backed up. Mike's blood-red eyeballs honed in directly on me as he fumbled to stand. Everything he touched left bloody streaks behind until he was fully upright, then his hands stretched out in front of him and grasped at air. This was real. Mike was a... "Mike!" Derek shouted with desperation. He was probably hoping Mike would snap out of it, but looking at this dude, I'm not even sure that was a possibility.

Obeying Michael released Summer allowing her to slump to the ground coughing and spitting blood. "Now." Jackson spoke, "It is time for both of you to tell me what exactly happened here this evening."

SOPHIA Mike found the pad, and the blood, and his hand quickly disappeared from between my legs. "Fuck," he cursed, disgust clear in his voice. "I'm sorry, Big Mike, if you want, I can still…" I made myself gesture vaguely toward him, and I wanted to vomit at the implication, but desperate times required desperate measures. "No. That's fucking disgusting, bitch. I'm not interested.” He climbed off the bed, and the relief was so intense I felt dizzy.

There was a sharp pain in his chest. What the fuck hurt so much? Mike tried shifting his position and groaned in pain from the effort. What the hell happened last night? The memories came back slowly, Danni, the frat house, the explosion on his head. He tried to open his eyes. It was dark. He felt around for his lamp. *Click*Click. Mike sighed, "Hello?" he said. Why did it sound muffled? He felt of his face. Bandages. 'Oh you must be really fucked up,' he thought.

"Where did she go? Oh fuck, my head hurts really bad..." "Tell the others we found Mike!" Darian yelled at some of them as they closed in. One of them handed him a handkerchief. Darian squatted beside his brother, rested his head in his lap, and wrapped the handkerchief around Mike's bleeding wound. "Are the bullets silver or ordinary?" "No they are regular bullet, not silver. My body is rejecting the bullet, but it's hurting real bad. Mike closed his eyes. "Where's Asta?" Two other men came running towards them.

“No girl would lie about something like this. Clearly, she was pushed to the brink! “I think Wilfred is still trying to cover for that little bastard!” Worked up, Mr. Perry Sr. was suddenly wracked by a violent coughing fit, eventually spitting out a mouthful of blood. The butler panicked and rushed forward to support him. “Please, Mr. Perry Sr.,” he pleaded. “You’re not young anymore. Don’t worry about these things. Your health comes first.” Leaning back against the pillows, Mr. Perry Sr. swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth. “This… this is just my fate… I’m reaping what I’ve sown…

If he enjoyed this…if he survived this bittersweet ache, he could save his friends. Mike was ashamed to meet Gem’s intense gaze. He just let Zane drill him until he could smell a lot of blood oozing from his ass. He panicked and tried to pull away, but Zane pressed his head to the wall. He fucked his ass harder and harder, regardless of his screams to stop. “Please stop,” Mike couldn't help but cry out. He didn't want to die like this. Mike was bleeding profusely now, and the sight was too gory for Gem not to speak.

“Ok, fine. I will take you to my place” I suddenly feel something coming up my throat with a great speed, I grab Paul and before I could react, I found myself vomiting on him. “Fuck!!” He exclaims. I stop vomiting and wipe my mouth with my hands, then it’s light’s out. **** Mike turns towards me with a glint of evil in his eyes, his body covered in blood, he had just cut off the head of that man. He holds his blade tightly and starts laughing sinisterly as he takes slow predatory steps towards me.

He says in a strong voice. I nod as I walk to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I take off the sweatshirt Damon let me borrow, and I turn on the bathroom light to face the mirror, screaming as I do; I didn’t realize it was this bad. My clothes are covered in blood, and now I can’t get the picture of Mike’s bloody body out of my head. The screams that were heard and the way his eyes stared blankly into mine as he was dying…

As my body shook, I only drive heaved. “Tatum..” Sparks erupted around my face. I didn’t realize I was crying. Maybe it was from being forced to throw up? Either way, Maddox was standing in front of me. “Peircy, you are bleeding!” “I killed him.” He groaned. I looked over to see Black dead on the floor and Peircy pulling Brett down from the ceiling. His side was leaking blood. “Get him.” I whispered to Maddox. “Fix him.” “Tatum, you are bleeding!” Maddox looked down. There was blood coating my sweats, but I could feel the babies in me.