Two Versus Danger.

+ Adam +

!! Trigger warning !! Mental health speaks of suicide, fluff.

If you are struggling with your mental health or having suicidal tendencies, please confide (reach out) to someone who you can trust. I'll be wishing you well spiritually; please take care ❤️.

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"I have to what?" My eyes wide in bewilderment; there was no way I could do that to him.

"You have no choice, Adam; it's the prophecy."

"Then... I don't want to be a part of this." I immediately frowned at just the thought of doing such gruesome acts towards my own best friend.

I had to kill him. Slaughter him by the gut. No, no way. I couldn't do that to him, not after everything he's done for me. I frowned at the thought of twisting and turning a blade inside his abdomen and him just smiling through it all like it was made to be.

Could I change the? Could I change his fate—but then again, why is he named so dangerous? For me, he's just a regular boy with a massive amount of dark humour, but that's just him; it's not out of the ordinary to have dark humour.

This was all pathetic, and I wouldn't kill my own best friend over some stupid prophecy.

"What's your choice then?" My figure said sitting down on their overly sized throne, they looked tiny when on the throne, but in reality they were over 7 feet (probably).

"Fuck your prophecy," I said bluntly, but my ruthless words were soon to have consequences as another one of them grabbed me with their lasso, which dug into my skin like I was set ablaze like a witch.

"Do you know what they're like, Quinn?" I hated them calling me by my last name, but apart from that, this other, probably unimportant and useless, had a female voice. It didn't change my attitude.

I shook my head while my face was scrunched up in pain. The possible lady came closer and flashed up a screen like something out of Ominecient Reader's Viewpoint and showed me some possible backstories. They looked like the gut-crushing monsters that terrorise the cities via the government.

Was that what Yīkào was going to turn into? ... A human version of those atrocities? ... I can still change everything—I'll fuck them sideways for all I care, and most importantly, fuck the prophecy.

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I couldn't sleep after that so-called dream and just lay awake, staring at the ceiling like it was my new best friend. I contemplated whether I would follow along with the—being honest, I thought it was bullshit and I didn't want to follow through with it. No matter how much they wanted me to follow through with it, I guess it will happen because it always becomes true in the end...

I looked over to Yīkào, who was sound asleep with a pillow in between his legs, still in his school uniform. My Dad was going to change him into something more comfortable but didn't want to risk the chance of Yīkào waking up while my Dad changed him like he was 4 again, so he just took Yīkào's worn-down blazer off.

I found myself staring at him and taking in every detail of his face every time he took a single breath. I smiled to myself as I felt a fantasy coming into my head, itching closer to him until I was massaging my head against him like I was some animal. Then again, I am addicted to Yīkào in my free time.

The time had passed quickly; it didn't even occur to me that I had been staring at him for hours, so much so that he was starting to wake up. Yīkào's stretches caused his joints to slightly crack before he registered that I was beyond close to his arm.