A Musical Beat

Not My Hero by Forgottennever

I don't know where to start...

I tried to warn them but as I watched it happen I knew they didn't listen...

I don't know why I try the never listen...

It always goes down the same way.

There is no easy way to explain this story, no one person to tell you about but I know who to tell you about. The thing is I don't know who he is; we met in an alley on the outside of Detroit. He wasn't scared but he was watching a fight ready to jump in when it got too bad, I knew better.

He reminded me of me, maybe that's why I tried to save him. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes, he was so scared. Maybe for the boys fighting or maybe he was scared for himself.

I wanted to run but this wasn't the time. It was time to play hero. Just once.

The fight was getting bad and I watched the boy jump in just as a knife was shown, but he was too late. The wielder of the blade had gone to slice his opposers cheek and hit the boy instead. My breath caught. The boy didn't even flinch he just grabbed the kid he protected and began to walk away, blood flowing from his open wound.

I fought myself to go to him, but I couldn't. Just as I turned around I heard footsteps and then a hands fell upon my petite shoulder. I turned to meet vibrant blue eyes and my heart stopped.  The cut on his cheek was now only trickling blood. His blue eyes shown in the faint light, the kid he protected cowered behind his muscular form. I shrank back, fear seeping into my bones.

The boy looked me up and down almost like he was deciding if I was a threat to him or not. After a few seconds he smirked, "Your scared of me aren't you kitty?"

I shook my head, worried that if I spoke I wouldn't make sense. He simply laughed, "No need to lie pretty kitty, just tell me your name, don't be scared."

"T-tell me y-yours first?" I stuttered and then mentally yelled at myself as another smirk played at his lips.

"Of course I am Michael and this coward behind me is Lucas. Now kitty your name?"

"My name is Kalita. My friends call me Kit."

"I think I like kitty better." He laughed and then looked at the boy behind him before meeting my gray eyes with his blue ones. "Now kitty what is a pretty little thing like you doing out on these dangerous streets all alone?"

My heart stopped, I knew he would ask that but I didn't know how to answer. I didn't want to answer but he had a right to know. Or did he? I pondered ways to get away from him. Thought of scenarios where I got away and never saw him again. I must have taken to long because he cleared his throat.

"I don't have forever kitty."

"Ummm, well I, ummm..." He sighed impatiently and went to say something before the kid he called Lucas spoke first.

"Kit, it's ok, we won't hurt you. We just want to make sure you won't tell anyone what you saw. But I think we all know you won't right Kit?"

I met Lucas's eyes, they were a vivid violet and his smile was soft but seemed malovent. "I won't tell."

Lucas seemed convinced and began to walk away but Michael stayed. He watched me for a minute before speaking again, "Well kitty I'll see you round."

He walked away and I knew that I should have followed him but I was too scared. I ran.

*

I went back the next night and watched the same thing go down. Lucas was fighting and messed up, Michael stepped in and then they walked off. They didn't notice me this time but the other fighter sure did. As soon as he saw me he lunged. I screamed and faintly heard as footsteps pounded close but fat fists already had hold of my neck.

I faintly hear Michael's voice telling him to let me go, but fat fist just tightened his grip. He began to shake my body, the motion straining my trapped neck. I met Michael's eyes and I knew he wanted to be a hero but this time I knew it wasn't possible.  He was meant to be Lucas's hero, mine had passed years ago.

With the pain in my throat I wanted to speak, but I couldn't. I mouthed go, but Michael shook his head and continued to try and get fat fists to release me but he was unsuccessful.  I felt a snap and my world went black.

I stood away from them my limp body now on the ground Michael begging me to wake up and Lucas was punching fat fists repeatedly. I walked to where Michael held my body and whispered in his ear.

"You weren't my hero, but I am right here let me go, even a hero knows when to let go."

And with that I let go of my life and welcomed my death. 

Story was inspired by Slip out the Back by fort minor. Song is linked above. Hope you enjoy the story.