In Which the Hero of Our Story Falls For the Villain.

Prologue

This isn't tied to any story, i just had to write it because yes

EDIT: It's a story now, whether you like it or not :)

uhhh TW for death and blood and stuff
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"Oh." They laughed softly, quietly, out of pure shock. "Oh my..." Their eyes traveled upward to the hero of our story, who stood above them, his were covered in blood and he held a rage-filled stare. "So you do have it in you. I'm shocked, yet..."

"Intrigued."

The villain leaned their head to the left, their eyes narrowed. "What else have you been keeping from me?" The hero's eyebrows furrowed as he stepped closer to the villain. "Much less than you've kept from everyone. You sick liar."

"Ah, Liar?" They laughed, struggling to a kneel. "That word describes me perfectly. An act, that's all my life is, all it was, and it's all it ever will be."

"My life is a performance..." The villain rose, throwing their arms out to either side of them. "And the audience demands a grand finale! So go on. Beat me, cut me, kill me if you'd like! Don't hold back for the sake of your damned morals. Give me the grand death that I so desire! Our rivalry is a beautiful one, I'd almost hate to see it fade so!"

The hero bared their teeth in a sharp frown. They opened their mouth to speak. "You know I can't kill you."

Our villain hummed. "And why not? Do you fear the piercing eyes of the public? Do you fear the council?" A mocking smirk came across their lips.

"Do you fear being alone?" The hero's anger faltered. The villain laughed. "Oh, this is quite the reaction... You're scared of being left alone with nothing but your thoughts to keep you." Our hero curled his hands into tight fists. "Oh my dear, It's now clearer than ever!"

"You need me."

A wet thud filled the air as the antagonist dropped to the ground. Their blood pooled around them, staining the sandy dirt a vile crimson.

The hero stood above them, his hands shaking and his breathing shallow. He couldn't hear anything, the beating of his heart and the shrill hum sounding in his ear blocked out everything else.

He looked down at his bloodied hands, then back up at the villain. The hot sting of tears traveled down his face as he stared at their lifeless body.

He dropped to his knees, letting a choked sob bubble up from his chest.

The shrill sound of an alarm resounded through his environment, and it faded to black. Caleb had woken up from the third such nightmare that week, and he stared at the ceiling as his work alarm continued to blare in his ear.

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So uhhh *Stares into your soul* didja like it?

I can make this into a full-fledged story if you guys want 👉👈