Band One-Shots (boyxboy)

Evil (Oli/Vic)

I'm really confused as to where this came from. I was in the middle of writing my new fic and all of a sudden I had to stop and write this, whatever it is. Honestly, this one-shot kind of scares me. It's short, but impactful. Please, enjoy.

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I see him. I watch him. He needs me. I have watched him for so long. As he walks home from school, I observe him from afar. He is shy. He is fragile. He is vulnerable.

I have never talked to him, but I have heard his silky voice on many occasions. I watch him through his window at night. He sings when he thinks he is alone. He is never alone.

I am always there. In the trees, in the woods, in the shadows of the alley. I follow him, but he does not see me. No one sees me. I do not allow myself to be seen.

He will catch glimpses of me out of the corner of his eye. He will turn around, sure that someone is there. When he sees nothing, he will turn again, walking just a little faster towards his home.

He knows someone is following him, I know he does. He constantly looks out the window, does not close his eyes when he showers, looks behind his back often when he goes outside. He never sees me, but he knows I am there.

I protect him from the evil which seeks him. He is easy prey, attractive and without friends. I have killed so many times for him, I cannot count the number on my fingers. They fly, they crawl, they slither towards him to consume his soul, but I kill them before their poison touches his skin.

This world is venomous, burning holes through the hearts of those who have no one to protect them. Vic is an open target, or so they think.

The evil can see me just as well as the boy. I am invisible to them. They burst into flames at my touch, an inaudible shriek escaping their lips as they are caught off guard by the pain of being enveloped in fire. I am fire.

I am nothing. I do not exist, and yet, I am there. I am lifeless, but I am alive. I do not breathe, but I move and speak, on most occasions to myself.

I do not sleep, I do not eat, I do not feel cold or heat, I am unaffected by the lack of shelter which humans need to survive. I live to monitor him, protect him, take care of him when the outside world cannot.

He is a magnet for trouble. Each fall, each stumble, each injury must be recorded and taken into account, the number rising each day as the evil grows and thrives. I itch to exterminate them, but without evil, their is no good.

I am the holy. I am one who catches him when he falls, the one who whispers for him to move before the tree branch breaks, the one who balances him in times of extreme risk.

I am the comfort when he is upset. I hold him when he cannot stand. I am the ground when he feels as though he is drifting away. I am unheard, I am unseen, but still I communicate with him.

In the depths of his mind, he hears my warnings. In the depths of his heart, he feels my warmth. Deep within his gut, he knows that I am there, and while I am there, he will never be alone.

I stand with him at night by his bedside while he tosses and turns as the evil plagues his mind with nightmares. What he sees are not nightmares. What he envisions in his slumber is all too real, far too real for humans to comprehend.

I fight with them, eliminating their pathetic existences. They live to ruin. They live to hurt. They love to watch the weak writhe in pain at their poisonous smiles, ear to ear and blood dripping down from the ones who were left unprotected. Not all the innocent can be saved.

He reaches up this night, gasping for breath as I have saved him yet again from the snakes that made their way into his subconscious. He feels for me, but I am empty space. I do not exist, and yet I stand before him with the snapped neck of a serpent.