Not A Hero Read Count : 150

Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy
Not a Hero

(Characters: Lucius “Lucky”- hero; Mace-villan)
There was a sickening noise as the knife was thrust into Lucky’s heart. Blood dripped down his chest and splashed on the floor. All fell silent in the room as Mace stumbled backwards a few steps. The silence was broken for a moment as the knife fell from Mace’s hand and clattered to the floor. Lucky stood there, stunned for a moment. As Mace looked at his face, he could see the slow realization of what had happened and the blossoming of pain.

Lucky fell to his knees in a gasp of pain as blood continued to run down his body. He was aware of how hot and sticky it was, soaking through his shirt and clinging to his skin. For some reason he couldn’t seem to focus and the room seemed to be tiping but he didn’t know why…Suddenly he felt hands grab him and gently lower him to the floor. 

Mace lept forward as Lucky fell. He grabbed him and lowered him to the floor, supporting his head with one arm. “Lucky, please, stay with me…you’re okay, it’s okay…” he breathed, desperatly grasping at Lucky’s wound, trying to stop or at least slow the flow of blood. The blood flowed over his hand and he felt panic grip his chest. 

“No, no, no…this can’t happen. This isn’t the way it was supposed to end!” Mace cried. “You weren’t supposed to get hurt…I just…I just wanted to have control for once…” he panted, staring at Lucky, panic in his eyes. “You’re supposed to be the hero and defeat me…” Lucky grunted and grabbed Mace’s arm as tightly as he could.

“I’m not a hero…I never was. This was never my story.” he groaned. His grip loosened and he slowly slipped into welcoming darkness. Mace felt tears roll down his face and he let out an anguished cry. It wasn’t right…this wasn’t how it was supposed to work. It was supposed to be him on the floor, dead, while Lucky saved the day…right? Mace gently let go of the body and stumbled to his feet. He felt as if he were walking through a fog. Everything seemed darker and heavier. The blood covered knife caught the light and he stooped to pick it up. Lucky’s words echoed in his ears; “This was never my story”…what did that even mean? 

Suddenly he knew what to do. He grabbed his knife tight and stumbled to the Book. He threw it open to the last few pages and watched in morbid fascination as the words melted away. The black ink that had once depected his own doom now showed his victory. That was when he realized, that this was his story, his book…

“I don’t want to be the hero.” he growled angrily. He stabbed his knife into the book and then threw it into the fire. It shook and hissed for a moment before exploding, sending him flying back into the wall. When he came to, he was surprised that he wasn’t dead. The book was nothing but a pile of ashes. The thing that had controlled his life for so long was gone now…

Mace dusted himself off and looked around. He could do whatever he wanted now…and he was going to start by leaving here and never coming back. After all, he wasn’t a hero either

Comments

  • nice way you made to story

    Dec 17, 2017

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