Centuries Revenge (World Collisions) [#3]

I'm The Villian, but I Didn't Ask To Be

Things are about to get a lot repetitive from this point on.

I never asked to be the villain of the story, I never asked to be the evil doer of the story. Yet, here I am: a plot device. A plot device for someone's tragic story, a throw away character for someone else's story. A person who is meant to be evil, to be unforgiving, to not be kind. I am the villain of the story, I am the throw away character of the story. In fact, I really don't have a story of my own. I am just a character with nothing to my name. I am Zoey. Zoey is just my name. I don't have a last name or a middle, but if I did for a story it didn't matter. Because my official name is just Zoey. Every Zoey in a story is just connected to one, to me.

I don't mean anything in this story, nor do I mean anything in the bigger picture: the overarching story. The story of World Collisions. I don't mean a single thing. I just float around in the author's head and when they want to use me they do. I am at their mercy, I am nothing but a puppet. I do and say everything that the writer tells me to do. I do it blindly because I don't have my own thoughts or actions. I am not a character. I am just someone's thoughts. I am someone's escape. I am someone's convenience.

I never asked to be the villain. I never asked to be the thrown away character. I never asked for those things. Yet, I got them. It was like an unwanted Christmas present, not that I would know of the feeling for I never had such experiences. Every character gets their story, gets their own happily ever after or their own demise. What do I get? I get nothing. I got nothing. I have no past, I have no future. I am just a plot convenience.

So, if I am a plot device, then what am I doing here? What am I doing telling you all of this? I'll tell you why I'm here. I'm here for an easy death so the writer can write off one character. One character out of their story and a dozen more to go. Woo, who else is cheering? No one? Just me? Fine.

The real reason why I'm here is because I get to finally tell you my story, I finally get to have a story. No, I'm not the protagonist, I'm the antagonist. Isn't that great? Also, don't worry. I am the antagonist of this story, it isn't one of those stories where the antagonist is actually the protagonist. So, don't worry and just read all about me and all of my unlikeable traits.

My life as a villain started out with Graffiti The Mind. I was Anthony's friend in that story, I was the toxic friend and was then thrown away in that story. The next story that I had was Hello? I Think The Dead is Alive and I portrayed a young girl who was madly obsessed with one of the revolutionists. Since then I have been written out of the book until now. I wasn't even part of the second book at all.

But, now is my time, it's my time to shine. I finally get to be something more than a thrown away character, something more than just a one time appearance. I finally get to have my own story.

Where does my story start? It starts with the sun beaming over my face as I lie in a meadow field and I have no idea where I am, or how I got here. I look all around myself, but I still don't know where I am. I'm lost.

The only places I ever knew in my sad life of existence was Anthony's world and Shauht's world. Their worlds were so familiar to me, and were my only home. I didn't even like the idea of being put in Shauht's because Anthony's was all I knew. I grab the grass below me and I clench my fist tightly as I look around myself. Flowers surrounded me, trees surrounded those flowers, and bushes surrounded those trees. It was all one big circle. All I had to do was find the way out and find some kind of civilization, or someone's story.

I push myself off of the ground and as I walk through the flowers, the flowers tickle my legs as they brush against my legs and my dress flows in the soft breeze in the field. I looked down at the dress I was wearing and it was much like a summer time dress. It was light, flowy, soft, and comfortable. The dress was a beautiful dark violet as there were intricate designs with magenta lines and there were gold speckles on the bottom of the dress and as they got higher and higher they slowly disappeared til' it was only the purple left. It was a beautiful dress and was much more extravagant than anything I've worn in the previous books I was in. I pick up the bottom of the dress and I do little spin around before dropping the bottom of the dress down once again and I continue my trek through the meadow.