Malec《》 One-Shots

Dreamy

Odd amber eyes were the beginning. The suicide was the consequence. And the attempted murder was the end.

A little boy with raven hair woke up on the floor. The house he was in could barely be called a house.

Wooden post stood in each corner, stones as high as the boy lined in between each one. The only thing to keep rain or other precipitation out was a thin cloth that stretched over the top.

There was a bed but the nameless boy wasn't able to sleep in it. Even if one of his parents were out late at night, so there was plenty of room.

He would've been scolded more than he usually was if he did. His cursed amber eyes as everyone, or the only two people he ever saw, said.

His mother shunned him for them. Called him things like "Half-breed", which he didn't even understand.

But that stopped when his mother left. His father said she killed herself because of him. Because of the cursed amber eyes. Because he was worthless. Because he was a disgrace. Because no one would ever accept him.

But apparently someone did accept him because he stayed on the cursed planet. And was beaten. Mercilessly.

His father. Or rather step-father, did it. Because the boy killed the woman that was no longer seen as his mother. She was now seen as the one that was forced to raise a monster, and the monster bit back. Killing her in the barn. But truthfully she hung herself, but ultimately everyone blamed the no-named boy.

The abuse never helped the father. He needed peace. He needed his Lover's murderer out of his life.

Even when the kid was beat bloody, bruises covering him all the time, cuts scattering his body. And fresh blood always somewhere.

Apparently peace was drowning the boy. Or at least attempting, because the man didn't succeed.

As the boy was struggling under the water, feeling useless, powerless, seeing and feeling things he never wished on anyone, something awakened in him.

A spark. A spark of hope? He didn't know.

It actually turned out to be a spark of fire.

He sat up gasping for air. He threw up multiple times, trying to get the water out of his lungs. He kept coughing until his chest ached. Or possibly that was just the bruises.

He turned to look at his father. He was scorched.

Red boils covered his body. But blue fire was what hovered over him.

It was alarmingly beautiful. Like moonlight shining off of a dagger.

But panic quickly over ruled.

I am a murdered, the kid thought. He started believing all the other horrid words his family threw at him.

That was when darkness enveloped him.

•~•~•

Alec pulled Magnus closer to him. Magnus was shaking, no doubt having another nightmare.

For Warlocks, dreams were uncommon. Magnus never spoke of any ever, and if he did he always explained how he rarely had them.

But now, he was having nightmares. They occurred every night. Magnus never told Alec what they were about, even if Alec had begged multiple times. Every night Magnus would wake up crying and hypervintalting. It would take sometimes hours for Magnus to calm down. It's slowly been getting worse, to the point where Magnus wouldn't even talk to Alec. He always said he needed to think, think about what? Alec would probably never know because Magnus wouldn't tell him.