Fictional Character OneShots

Bickslow (Fairy Tail) Requested: @glasses-sama

Magic is weakness. 

Those who rely on magic will never accomplish anything. 

I am strong. 

Those who rely on magic are lazy and take everything for granted. 

I have true strength earned through hard work. 

Life is not fair. 

But I will bring Justice to this world.  

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The chirping of birds woke me as the sun started to rise. My back ached from laying against the roots of a tree. I stretched and gingerly climbed to my feet, wobbling slightly. Picking up what I had left, I threw my backpack over my shoulders and used my spear as a walking stick. "Ugh..." Sharp pains stabbed my head as I walked away from my resting place. I stumbled through the forest, heading as far south as I could. 

"I can do this!" I muttered to myself as I sat down to take a break. The sun had risen to its peak, a bright ball of heat that warmed the forest. The wildlife was lively but peaceful, unlike my home. I grimaced. There is no home for you anymore, Ino. I tore into the last piece of bread that I had packed myself. It was stale, but it was needed. Picking myself back up, I continued pushing through. 

Long after the sun had set, I finally reached the edge of the forest and could see past the trees. I leaned against one, slowly letting myself drop to the ground with the help of my spear. My stomach protested in pain, causing me to cry out. Grunting, I lifted my shirt to see that my blood was seeping through the bandages. Instead of changing out the wraps, I added more on, in hopes to stop the bleeding. As the sole survivor of the past disaster, I was not going to give up and die from any wound. 

Though my body desperately wanted to rest, I contemplated continuing until I reached the next town; which was only a couple of miles south of where I was. My insides were on fire and my head continued to throb. If I made it to the town before I passed out for good, I had to make it within the next day. Calculations ran through my head as I tried to figure out my next course of action. Even if I did somehow make it to the town, I was most likely going to be treated with magic. The thought of anyone using magic near me made my stomach convulse with hatred. Despite my instincts to kill were flaring, I went against my better judgment and stumbled to my feet. I wobbled, catching myself on the trunk of the tree before taking a step towards the town. 

After traveling for what seemed like an eternity, I could see buildings in the rising dawn. Hope blossomed in my chest but before I could revel in the feeling, dark spots clouded my eyes. My feet stopped listening to my brain and I crashed face first into the ground. Lifting my scratched chin, I spat out dirt; my vision continuing getting worse. 

"Damn," I wheezed as I blacked out. 

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I am Strength. 

I am Defense. 

I am Justice. 

Those who defy me will be reduced to ash. 

Those who wield magic will be tormented. 

I am Vengence. 

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"Must we take this brat?" Evergreen, a woman with light brown hair, contrasting dark brown eyes paired with oval-shaped glasses, and a curvy figure, frowned as one of the two men picked up a frail woman, the same age as the group, with short black hair, soft face covered in dirt and her clothes burnt and torn that showed bandages wrapped around her torso.