Just Stories That I Write

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

𝙷𝚒.
𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗.
𝚃𝚆: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍

►𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓◀
Civilians croweded the place. Some were shocked, some were speechless as they gawked at whatever was in the middle.

The hero, confused about the whole thing, moved past the civilians to see what was going on. To their surprise, they saw the villain standing in the middle of the crowd with a raised eyebrow and mischievous smirk.

"Why are you here? I thought I got rid of you!" The hero yelled towards the villain, only getting a chuckle in response. The villain swayed around the crowd for a bit until they stopped right in front of the hero, still smirking "well, dear 'friend'. I always come back. So keep it in mind, you can't get rid of me at all!" The villain said, giggling, as they stared at the hero and not breaking eye contact. Moving then and taking their scythe out, the villain attacked the hero, almost cutting the hero in two if it wasn't for the hero to dodge the attack.

(ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶠᶦᵍʰᵗ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵉˢ, ˢᵒ ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵏᶦᵖ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ-)

After a tiring fight, the hero was bleeding from multiple wounds that were left by the villain's scythe, their left arm broken, quickly loosing a lot of blood. The villain having cuts as well that were made by the hero's bades and their clothes torn with a sprained shoulder. With another hit, the hero fell to the ground, blood coming out of their mouth as they coughed, trying to get up but failing. "It was fun playing with you, hero. But the end has come." The villain spoke, getting their scythe ready to have a last strike to kill the hero.