I had always loved my little brother.. watching him run around playing with toys while we were growing up and watching him copy everything I did..
I didn't know just how far he'd go in copying me..
I had finally killed that damned hero. Finally able to make my family proud. Finally able to talk to my father with pride and tell him what I did and what I had accomplished..
I wanted to bring back the mask of the hero to give to my mother and father. To show them what I did, to show them what I was capable of.. but.. when I finally looked at the enemy I had for years.. I froze..
I had collapsed to the ground.. shaking as I held the mask in my hand gently, just barely having a grip on it as I stared down at my little brother.. at the one thing I adored more then my life...
What had I done...?
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Hello everyone!!! I am the creator of this story! I hope you all are patient with me because I do struggle to keep a schedule ! This is the prolog to the story to give you all a bit of inside! cya in the 1st chapter!!
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Was it all a mistake..?
ActionA villain finally was able to kill the hero, Finally being able to walk home to his family proud that he was able to do something with his life.. until he took off the mask to take as a trophy and... this is a prompt taken from tiktok and done as my...
