Short Stories Volume 1

The Hero's Villain pt. 1

The clanging of swords and arrows flying ahead was just an average Friday to these two. Call it date night if you will since these two will always reserve a night for one another than ever go an actual date like normal beings would. On average there was magic but that was reserved for special occasions. One good, one bad. The villain and the hero.

Truth was, that it wasn't just a Friday.

As with the normal standards for the food chain, there's always a bigger fish. Yes people love to say that they're the top of the food chain. In reality though, it's just their ego talking. There's always going to be somebody bigger and stronger than you. So like any big predator, the first thing to try is to take out their main competition.

The hero did his usual, trying to stop the nefarious plans of the villain. Just as the villain put the blade to the hero's throat, about to finally rid herself of the pest that always got in her way, there was a big light in the sky. Unfortunately we're not talking about aliens about to light beam a poor innocent cow in some field. That big light in the sky was a nuclear explosion that was went off in the distance.

A few seconds later they felt the wave of the blast. Launching them across the field. By chance, because of how the villain was on top of the hero, her body unintentionally protected the him. Making her take most of the damage. Both of them getting tossed over the railing and into the water. Unluckily for the villain, but luckily for the hero, her head made contact with the railing just before hitting the water.

Like it was mentioned and seen, it was just coincidence that her body protected the hero. The hero however didn't see it that way. Chance or no chance, it was because of the villain then they would be dead for sure. That's why they didn't leave them in the water when they reached the surface. Instead he grabbed her and pulled her to safety.

Granted this woman had a knife to his throat moments ago, but his gratitude wouldn't let him just leave her on the shore. The head wound looked far worst than any he had ever seen on her.

Reluctantly, he carried her all the way to his home which is where he had all his hero things as some people might call it. His bat cave if you will. Grateful but not stupid, he placed her on a bed and gave the medicine she needed as well as specialized restraints he designed just for her.

As he healed, he made sure she did too. Getting her the bests doctors and treatments. Due to the severity of the trauma to her head, he was told that if she did wake up then there's a high chance of lasting damage including memory loss. Alas, that was only if she ever woke up.

It was higher chance of her remaining a vegetable for the rest of her life, permanently being in a coma. The best thing he could do was make her comfortable and take her off the life support. It wouldn't be humane to force her to live longer if she wasn't living at all.

Of course the doctors didn't know who she was otherwise they most likely would tell him to take her off life support right away to ensure the safety for everyone else and give justice to everyone who were caught in the wave of her nefarious ways. That's why he made sure to tell no one who she was.

Instead he moved her to his actual home and into one of the spare rooms. There, he made certain to make her comfortable. He took great care in hiring the right nurses to clean and bathe her when she needed it. Making her room to her satisfaction according to what he thought she liked based on what he knew from her for when she would wake up.

Like a parent to a child, he would spend the days and nights reading to her so she would have some auditory stimuli. His knowledge of her likes and dislikes only went so far since he only knew about her world dominating plans because of their date nights but never her favorite books, what kind of music she preferred or what her favorite color was. Although he could take a guess that it was green given that she always had some variant version or shade of green every time he saw her.

As time went on her bruises and bones healed but she still remained for lack of a better term, a sleeping beauty. Granted it was less of a princess being pricked on her finger due to a curse and more the wicked witch of the west that got a really bad concussion. She thinned only a little due to only getting her nutrients from an IV and not eating solid foods for months now.

He wouldn't deny that there were times that he got restless with her simply laying there or when he doubted that he did the right thing about saving her. He didn't forget or turn a blind eye that she had loads if not pools of blood on her hands. Whether or not she took those lives herself or was responsible indirectly didn't matter. People had died because of her. For every life that he had saved, it seemed like she killed dozens.

Was he risking more lives by saving her and letting her live? Every time he tried to come to the conclusion to turn off the machine he would remember that she saved his life. His mind would then try to reason within itself, asking if would she be willing to actually save him when it came down to it? Or would she slit his throat the way she had planned that day given the chance?

Too late now to go back on anything once her eyes started to flutter open. Only instead of her usual bitterness and resentment that her glare would hold, the only thing he saw now was unrecognition.

"Who are you?" she asked fearfully.