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Day 1: Bolt

Did you know that electrons cannot be destroyed, unless coming into contact with an anti-particle?

Kill For You

Bolt promised he'd do anything for you, that he'd be your protector until the day he died.

You thought he was just JOKING, especially with that grin on his face. He was always so cheerful, energetic, and filled with jokes. Maybe this was some early Halloween practise getup.

Not until you could smell it. The stench was awful. He was drenched in blood, fresh by an hour or two. The smell of iron was so strong, you nearly vomited right in your stance.

He was clearly unharmed, clearly standing tall and strong. His usual smirk was still there, but it didn't hold the same tone. It wasn't lighthearted. It wasn't comforting.

"Did you think I was joking about us?"

"I need you to look at me. Seriously, this time," Bolt stood his distance without approaching you.

You didn't try to approach him, either. He could sense you were scared, and he hated scaring you. He was already a giant, an anthropomorphic thunderbolt. It was hard to get you used to the fact that you were dating a literal electron that could turn into a human-like form, that could multiply itself to create thunder... It was insane. You two passed it off as him just being really tall, and cosplaying 25/8. He was the "mascot" of the Salinas Thunderbolts, after all. But... still.

He really enjoyed being your boyfriend, a little too much. You could tell he was very attached. He'd say things about "dying" and "killing" for you. You know, normal couple jokes? The, "I'd die for you, baby" jokes where it just means he loves you a lot? He wasn't joking. He took your relationship with him very seriously.

Sure, he might've been jealous, and a bit possessive. But you never expected him to take it this far. It never crossed your mind, ever. Not even as a little tiny thought in the back of your mind. Not even a joking "imagine if".

Yet there he was, staring at you with those crazed, love-sick eyes, that eerie smile, his built, veiny hand groping his bloodied wooden bat tightly. If he were human, his knuckles would be a pure white right now. He was glowing brightly, a little more brighter than normal.

"Say something, babe, I need to hear your voice," he said, his smile cracking. "Jeez, just-just one word, please? Maybe my name?"

"B-bolt," you whispered.

"Do you want to know who it was? Who I got rid of?"

You didn't really want to know, but you nodded nonetheless. It was like he willed you to do so. He was itching to tell you.

He smiled wider. "Your friend, the young man around your age. You met him not too long ago. I warned you about him, but you don't really listen to me, do you?"

"A-are you... Did you... Louise?"

"Whatever his name was, it's not important anymore. Nothing matters to me except you and the game."

Bolt could only chuckle lowly. "I mean-Lewis-"

"Louise!"

"He was just... So pathetic! He kept trying to convince me he wasn't out for you, but that look on his face told me otherwise..." He finally takes a step closer. You stayed in your place. "See? You're not scared. I bet you're thanking me in that silly brain of yours, babe," He gently pokes your forehead.

The smell of the blood was now right under your nostrils. That and his bloody hands touching you.

"Bolt, please, you smell... You proved your point-Please, can you go clean yourself?"

You couldn't report Bolt at all, he wasn't even human. He didn't have documents either, so they had no data on him. You couldn't run away, he'd catch up to you in a nanosecond.

You did love him, it wasn't like he forced you to be his boyfriend (though he likely would've, had you not said yes). Your love for him blossomed the more you spoke with him, and his obsession with you grew as he spent time with (and even without) you.

"I think you should help me, babe," Bolt suggested.

"Not this time. I really don't want to be near the smell, Bolt. It's gross."

"Okay, okay," he smiles. "I'll be right back."

As soon as he was out of sight, you immediately gasped, grasping at your beating heart. You felt yourself spiral into a panic. You sat down on Bolt's sofa. It was soft, comfy. But it didn't help calm you down.

Bolt was finished cleaning quickly, he came out to see you panicking.

"Babe!" he rushed over. He immediately grabbed you, sitting besides you and holding you close. At least he smelt better. "Don't worry, that... 'Louise' guy won't bother us anymore..."

Pardon? He really thought Louise was the problem?

"No, Bolt, you don't-"

"Shh, babe, don't worry. I'll protect you with every inch of me. Every electron in my body."

It was so hard to get through his thick skull. If he even had one. And he was the one who believed you never listened to him.

"Don't you remember what I told you?"

...

"I would kill for you, babe."