Baby blue short stories

hate him 5

PoV Kill
I was walking up and down in my throneroom.

Oh, this was bad!

Will's magic was messy and he couldn't control it yet. I wondered, if I should've told Bill the truth.

That mum send me William and a letter before she died. That she finally told me who the boys father was and that it was a powerful angel.

That Will would grow into one of the most powerful beings in the universe, but she still wanted to him to have a good childhood.

The truth was, that I couldn't take care of Will because I wasn't able to give him that childhood. He needed love and time, time that I didn't have.

And now he was off and gone. I needed to find him before someone found out what he was and how to turn him into a weapon.

I had one last chance.

I stood still.

"I can't call him.", I bit my lip.

After arguing with myself for a while I decided to try and get Will back by myself.

PoV Will
I don't know why I thought I could trust Stanford, honestly.

I should've read his thoughts.

I mean,I did,but it was to late.

Now I found myself in his basement, tied to a weird machine and in pain.

I screamed loudly as he send a wave of some kind of energy through me.

"P-p-please, stop...", I sobbed out.

"One more, then we're all done. hold still.", He said.

Up to this point I had been shot, stabbed and electrocuted.  He had tried different kinds of stuff on me,that I didn't even know.

I had been poisoned too, wasn't pretty.

"That's amazing! You did it, boy. I'll get you to bed.", He smiled softly. By now this smile frightened me.

He was a monster.

~~~
Alone in "my bed" I thought back. Bill hated me,but at least he made sure no one hurt me. I missed him. And Kill. Kill loved me. They wouldn't find me, because not even I knew where I was.

I wanted to go back.

"Please,brothers. Save me...I need you.", I whispered and formed a little fire dove in my hands.

I send it out, knowing full well it wouldn't find anyone.

PoV ?Till?
"Hey,look what I found!", My brother Chill cried out. He was in a good mood, as always, when he brought the fire dove to me.

"Very, pretty, indeed. Where did you find it?", I asked and took the thing.

"It was knocking on my window, as if it was headed for me. Maybe it's a prayer? But then again, why would I get it?", He thought out loud.

Suddenly the thing opened it's beak and the voice of a child or a young man came out of it: "Please,brothers. Save me...I need you."