Random villain stories (oneshots)

Villain story one

Finishing up the last of her paperwork with a final swish of a quill she sighed. As she got up the faint echo of swords clashing floated through the air. Her crisp footsteps helped her feel grounded as she paced towards the balcony with plans running through her mind. As she reached the railing she looked down and watched the chaos. The smells of blood, iron, gunpowder and magic danced around her nose and into her brain. War. And it was all her creation. It was beautiful.

He would be here soon, he always was. He would be here with his false ideas of justice, his certainty that he was the hero of this story. Without noticing a light smile curled up her lips. Perhaps she would keep him around once this was over. He was amusing after all and we could all use a laugh these days.

The sound of someone running snapped her out of her thoughts. She spun around and dropped the smile just in time. She looked prepared and powerful. Her eyes narrowed slightly and a light smirk began dancing on her lips and she bathed in his shock.

His unkempt hair fell over his eyes slightly as he slowly walked towards her. The blood gloriously painted across his body said that he had been fighting and his slight limp told her he had been hurt. The scar on his cheek she had given him last time was almost healed. Had it really been that long ago that she left them? Ah well, that is of no importance now. Her eyes darted back to his face as he began talking.

"What happened to you? " he said in an obvious attempt to distract her. "What happened to us?" He said give it her a sincere looks as if he cared about her.but she knew the only reason he pretended to care was because she was considered a threat. And god forbid a hero kill someone.

Well, might as well play his game, "Whatever do you mean?" She said sweetly.

"You know what you did" he said sharply while glaring at her.

"I just did what's right, surely you of all people should understand", she replied, hardly containing her laughter as he got noticeably angrier.

"WHATS RIGHT!!!", he yelled, "How is this right?!? You've nearly wiped out all of the magic users!!".

"Exactly. The magic users are the problem." She said calmly.

His fist clenched and she saw a flash. Oh, so that's what he was planning? Silting her throat. Well if that was the case pushing him over the edge and breaking him should be easy.

"You. You're the problem. Your magic, it's hurting who you must protect" she said with venom.

His eyes flashed and he lunged forward. He pressed the blade against my throat but a smile graced my lips.

"You're crazy," said the man with hair now wilder than the wind, eyes red and bloodshot.

"And who is holding the knife?" Her voice is harsh, but quiet. He trembles, his eyes trying to tear away but unable to break her gaze. "Do it, Darling. The world has done enough to me; I'll hardly feel it." She waits a few moments before adding "or do your morals as a hero keep you from killing me even though im a threat."

And just like that he slides the knife across her throat and he watches as her body collapses and on the floor and he walks out onto the streets with a solemn look that one would not expect on the face of a person who just became a hero.